In Which Peter Meets The Item and There's Some Violence and Cursing and A Truce? Oh and Plots Just About All Set Up.
Peter is being chased. Again. To say he's pissed would be an understatement. A complete understatement. He was happy to piss off Weapon X by taking one of their items and helping the man who somehow managed to steal said item transport the item but he forgot how completely and utterly irritating Weapon X could be about getting that item back.
Peter swerved the van. He's had to take a three day detour through like, seven fucking states to throw off the X Minions but it hasn't helped and now this job is taking longer than he wants. Peter grips the steering wheel tighter as four other armored vans pop up, and he slams the brakes. The entire van screeches to a halt horizontally across the street. Some other cars just peacefully passing by slam on their own brakes. Peter makes an irritated noise and kicks his door off, the hinges snapping as the door flies away.
Peter pushes himself out, using his spider legs to forcefully launch himself out of the car. He launches a web, swinging to the nearest armored van. He aims, and his legs smash into the side. The armoring dents, and the van goes flying. Theres some crashing and explosions as it flips and lands a fiery mess somewhere else.
There's some metallic clicking sounds as people run out of the other vans with guns, aiming. Some mutants run out to. Peter groans loudly.
"Oh, come on," he complains, bending his back in a way that clearly demonstrates how flexible he is. There isn't a response. Peter's spider legs bend and he sighs, spider sense jolting him as they begin firing. The mutants charging.
An hour later and he's standing in the middle of a rather large amount of gore and explosions. He sighs. It was a good attempt, at least. Peter grumbles to himself, inspecting his bloodied cloak and suit. It was a good thing his clothing was made specifically not to tear. Otherwise he'd have to make new repairs all the time.
Peter sits back down in the drivers seat, the door missing. He left a path clear for him. He drives again.
~
Peter is pissed.
Okay he is beyond pissed.
This is bullshit. Absolute bullshit. He has another tail. Again. Peter groans in frustration. He'd finally managed to cross through a few states and was finally back on track to New York. BUT low and fucking behold he has another tail. Peter slams the brakes, irritation filling him, blood boiling.
Peter grits his teeth, pushing himself out of the car. The van was all sorts of destroyed in the front. Windshield cracked and driver's side door missing. Rear view mirrors wither missing or close to it. The seats were charred after a particularly brutal attack. He inspects his tail.
It's another van. It's dark and armored and clearly better than his shirt and supiciously soundproof windowless white van. That's weird. It's a creeper van. He is not a fucking pedophile. Peter's so far into his job he's stopped forgetting what's happening. That's like, way to far into a fucking job for his liking.
Peter doesn't even bother to let his tail get out of their van, opening the driver side door and pulling him out. He growls ferally, ripping the tail's head off and tossing it in another direction. He inspects the van and hums happily when he notes that the keys are still in the ignition. He walks to the back of the armored back van, opening the doors to find it completely empty.
He skips over to his van, tearing the doors away. The sight he sees makes him scowl, pincers clicking angrily. He snaps his fingers. In the back of the van, a sort of tank is in the back, and a rather heavily scarred man is in it. The man's erratic heartbeat fills his ears and he can hear puffy gasps of breath. There's a glare as he looks at Peter.
Peter walks in, tearing the machinery keeping the oxygen levels at dangerously low levels. He growls somewhat ferrally. He was told he was transporting a fucking object, not a person. If he had been told he was transporting a test subject- Peter rips the locks off the strange tank. - he would have killed that man.
Peter opens it, pulling the man out of the tank.
"Who the fuck are you?" Peter snarls, anger bubbling up as he turns to the man. "Have I been transporting you this whole fucking time? God fucking-" Peter rips at the tanksame machinery angrily "-I am going to kill that fucker-" Peter hops out of the back of the van, angrily grumbling. "-Trying to hire me to transport a test subject? The fucking nerve I will do things to him he could only imagine that utter fucking bastard-"
Peter's spider sense screams at him and he sidesteps a bullet flying at him. He turns to the man, who's found his bag full of guns in the passenger seat. Peter frowns at him. How far was he from the New York adress? Oh, he's in New York. Damn.
There's amother bullet and a katana swipe. Peter dodges, not looking up from his phone. He holds up a finger in a gesture of one second. He hums to himself. An idea pops in, and he chitters to the spiders. They chitter back.
"So, wanna help me kill the man who managed to kidnap you? Mr....." Peter frowns, looking at him in confusion. Pincers sliding back into his mouth. "What's your name again?"
The man- (still naked, and damn, his body is nice as f-u-u-uck. Peter licky his lips absentmindedly before turning to reality.) -Glares, but he starts talking, eyes looking up and to the side slightly. "I don't know- of course not- what? Why-"
Peter can't hear anyone else, so he snaps his mental Web out to canvas the area for maybe someone he can't see or hear. It snaps back to him like a whip, and he makes a curious noise.
[That noise was adorable!]
[[Focus, dumb fuck!]]
[Hey!]
[[He's staring at us! Answer the damn question, Wade!]]
The man ignores these strange voices, inspecting the back of the truck for something. He finds it, Peter's pretty sure he has anyway, because he makes a happy little cheer. A few seconds later, the man is pulling on a suit. Peter recognizes the suit, but he can't remember-
"Deadpool!" Peter cheers, remembering. He feels rather proud of his ability to remember. "I remembered, yes!"
"That's my name," Deadpool responds, before pointing another gun at Peter.
He'd fire the weapon, Peter's sure, but there's a scream of spider sense and Peter launches back. The ground in front of him explodes in a fiery mess, and Deadpool curses, somewhat trapped in the van.
The van goes flying, and theres a smell of burning flesh that alerts Peter that Deadpool had exploded. He forgets that in loo of realizing the massive explosion has begun moving. Or, no, somewhat keeps throwing something that explodes at him alerts he moves away. Peter hums disaprovingly. Ru-ude.
Peter launches himself to the van - the white on - and uses it to launch himself upward. Mostly for dramatic effect, since he could've achieved the same altitude and force if he'd just used his spider legs to launch him. He lands on the source of the explosions, and realizes it's a robot.
The robot is saying something about something but Peter ignores it in favor of attacking. Seriously, he gets to New York finally, and this is what happens? Who even is this robot anyways? And where doe she get off trying to blow up Peter and his new sort of friend?
The robot is attacking back, he realizes vaguely. Smashing him into walls and shooting at him and tackling and flying around with him. But Peter is so engrossed in causing the damage he let's his spider-sense do all the dodging. Once, he snaps his mental Web but it causes him such pain to read something so complexly simple and cybernetic he screams out in pain, and that let's the robot get the drop on him.
He's smashed into a wall immediately. It dents behind him, and he spits out blood at the pressure from his stomach that caused him to smash into a wall with such force. He chokes, and he feels himself slipping out of his humanity a little bit. He claws at the robots shoulder, tearing the arm off. However, the arm was the only thing heloding him against the wall, so he falls.
He lands in arm crouch, legs snapping painfully under him. He ignore the pain in order to watch the robot fly away. D- Iron Man follows, saying something about Ultron. Peter finds stuff to splint his legs and uses his spider legs to carry him towards the white van. He finds Deadpool's mostly healed body, and tears out the chunks of metal in his body. It allows him to heal properly, and Peter watches in fascination as the body knit backs together.