Stand By Me

At the end of that night Spiderman had agreed to team up with Wade at least once a week. They set a place to meet and what time was the best for the both of them. The hero didn't promise he'd be there every week but said he'd do his best. That was more then enough to send Wade fanboying for the next few days. Anytime he remembered their small agreement he was squealing. He had finally made it. He was going to be teaming up with one of his biggest idols.

He woke up at a decent time this morning, determined to get work done so that he could brag to his new teammate later. He lost a lot of clients lately due to the 'no kill' rule but he'd get a few calls here and there for other jobs. Like the one he had this today. A CEO of some big company Wade didn't bother researching was worried about their daughter being stalked. They had received a few creepy letters in the mail and random messages on media sights from anonymous senders. All of the daughter going about her day someplace in town.

Wade was asked to accompany her to school today and see if there was anyone suspicious around. He accepted the job, even rented out a slick black Lincoln to take her to school. He dressed in a suit, posing as one of their other bodyguards. He kept the mask on though. Wade had cursed as he sat through traffic, taking almost an hour just to get up town. He parked in front of the classy apartment building, opening the door for a lean brunette girl who didn't even lift her head from her phone as she climbed in.

"So," Wade began, they were stuck in more traffic and it took everything in him to not plow through the crowd crossing the street. "I'm Deadpool, your bodyguard for the day."

"Yeah, my parents told me," she said in a monotone still fixated on her phone.

"Cool, cool, and you are?"

"Brook."

"As in Brooklyn?"

She made an annoyed sound, "just Brook." Any conversation he tried to make after that failed. She never once took her eyes away from the phone screen. She put headphones in when Wade began singing to himself. Eventually they made it to the NYU, he had to get out and open the door for her to even realize they got there. She finally looked up and when she did she sneered. "What's with the mask?"

"What's with yours," he shot back, gesturing to the fake lashes.
She rolled her eyes going back to her phone out again.

"Just don't stand too close. I don't want anyone to think you're with me," she said before walking away.

"No problem," he muttered slamming the door shut. This was about to be the worst babysitting gig ever. He took the car around the corner, looking around the campus to see if anyone suspicious showed up. Brook had texted him her schedule along with the buildings each class was in. Thankfully she was only here for a few classes. Wade kept his distance but made sure to stick close to each of her classrooms while scoping out the place. So far he'd only seen one man who kept a baseball cap on low. He showed up around two of Brook's classes but never actually stepped in. Wade sifted through each student, keeping tabs on where who's phone was pointed where and if they seemed to be watching Brook. Honestly it was harder then Wade thought, but he managed to keep his focus pretty well.
That is until a certain head of copper brown hair walked by. He had his face buried in a book that looked heavier then him. A worn, patched up backpack over one shoulder and a camera bag on the other. He was wearing a familiar worn hoodie and faded jeans. A pair of well used converse on his feet. He stopped at a bench. He turned around, bringing his bags forward as he took a seat and damn Wade gave a whistle to the bubble butt that faced him.

Wade was wearing his mask now so he knew the other man wouldn't recognize him. But even before he saw his eyes Wade recognized him as the guy from the laundry mat. A college kid huh? Wade could dig that. He sauntered over, feeling more confident with his mask on. "There you are," he cheered, "I've been looking all over for you!"

The boy looked up, and yep, Wade's heart almost gave out under the gaze of those coffee colored doe eyes. They widened as they stared up at Wade. He expected that seeing as he had his mask on. The younger man paled dropping his book into his lap. "W-what," he squeaked.

"I said I've been looking for you." Wade paused for dramatics, not so elegantly throwing himself down next to the boy, leaning towards him with a hand on his heart, "the man of my dreams."

The college student continued to sputter, slowly bringing the book back up to cover his face. Wade read the cover with a grin, "I don't know much chemistry but I can teach you a thing or two about biology."

The other lowered his chemistry book, face a bright red. "Are...are you hitting on me?"

Wade wiggled his brows under his mask, "is it working?" The younger snorted, laughing somewhat nervously still half hidden behind his book. "I'm Deadpool," Wade offered his hand.

The student looked to his hand, eventually dropping his book to shake it, "I know. I'm familiar with your...work." Wade was worried for a second that he was just scared of the merc so he decided to be polite. "I'm Peter," he said softly, pulling his hand away. Wade was about to say he hadn't forgotten, but remember that he had met Wade at that time. Not Deadpool. And the whole point of the mask was to keep his identity a secret after all.

So he nodded and went with the motions, "Cute name for a cute guy."

Peter's face flushed red again. Wade wanted to pinch his cheeks with a squeal. So dang cute. "So you're studying chemistry?"

"Biochemistry," he mumbled.

"Sounds extremely nerdy." The suited man leaned back, crossing his ankles in front of him.

"What's with the suit," Peter asked timidly.

"I'm playing bodyguard today," Wade sighed. Speaking of, he checked over his shoulder to the building entrance where Brook should be any minute. Her next class was about to start yet she was no where in sight. When he turned back around he caught a glimpse of her familiar brunette extensions. Heading in the opposite direction of where her class. The man he questioned with the baseball cap followed not far behind her. "Looks like things just got interesting. If you'll excuse me," he said, jogging to catch up with them.

They both disappeared around a corner, down a narrow alley leading out towards the street. Deadpool thought for a second Brook had just texted him the wrong building number and she was headed to that class. But as he followed them he realized she wasn't even headed to any other building but a secluded area outside of the campus. Wade kept his space until they entered a narrow, empty gap between buildings. He peered around the corner, expecting to find the some kind of confrontation. Instead Brook was standing next to the stranger, both looking at his phone.

"You're going to have to do better then that," she said crossing her arms.

"I'm done with the pictures Brook. Let's just finish the plan today."

"I already have it set up," she sighed taking out her phone. "My parents just hired a new bodyguard. Meet me on Mercer and 4th in thirty minutes. Have the car ready," she went on with her plans but Wade had stopped listening. Okay so, this guy obviously wasn't just stalking her. It looked like Brook had set the whole thing up. And she was planning on running away with him in just half an hour.

"Like hell," Wade gruffed taking out a prepaid phone from his pocket. It wasn't the greatest and the pictures he managed to take were a bit blurred but they did the job. He was getting a heavy check for this gig and like hell if he was going to let some pampered brat ruin it. He walked back to the plaza, a bit crestfallen that the doe eyed college student was no where to be found. But he figured that would happen so he just went back to the empty bench and waited for Brook to come back. She barely looked up, making sure that he was there before going inside the building. Damn kid made him lose his chance with Peter. Granted he never really believe he had a chance but a guy could dream.

He went back to the car, taking the duffel bag out of the trunk, trading his dress shirt and cheap jacket for a hoodie. He drove around and parked where Brook said she'd meet the unknown guy and waited. Tapping his fingers rhythmically on the steering wheel as he glared out at the street. It was times like these he missed the voices in his head. Anything to distract him from the antsy feeling in his legs. The need to move was unyielding but he forced himself to be patient. And exactly thirty minutes later a blue sedan pulled up to the curb just a few cars ahead of him. Brook rushed to the passenger side, Wade barely managed to record her getting inside and then they were off. Wade followed, trying to keep a far enough distance without losing them which was near impossible in this traffic. He was cut off a dozen times. His already thin patients waning as he drove farther towards the docks, stopping a a hotel.

Wade had to drive past the hotel to find a parking space. When he got to the hotel he found them both leaving the main entrance. Wade recorded them walking to the room. He had to duck his head and hide the phone when they both looked around the place before entering the room. Wade waited, and in just a few seconds his phone was going off. It was a call from his client, Brook's father. Cusing out Wade for his work, saying that Brook had just been kidnapped. She was being held for ransom. The demand was far more then what he was getting paid making him contemplate a raise.

Wade was quick to assure the fuming man he had them in sight and would have Brook back within the hour which only spiraled the father into a bigger rage. How could he let Brook get kidnapped if he saw them. What the hell was he doing? Wade just told him not to call the police and not to worry about the ransom before hanging up. He checked his utility belt, hidden under the hoodie to make sure everything was in place. He screwed a silenced on one of the guns before putting in the front pocket. Wade had his phone held up at his chest, recording as he knocked on the door. "Room service!"

The sound of the lock chain on the door was heard. The man was the one to answer, his cap gone leaving his face exposed to the camera. Wade shoved the door in. Stepping inside with ease. Brook gave a startled yelp, she was sat on the bed, phone in hand, not a hair out of place. "Brook, Brook, Brook," Wade tisked slamming the door shut behind him. The man got up to rush at Wade. The merc had a gun on him before he even made contact. The supposed kidnapper lifted his hands. "Care to explain what's going on?"

"I-I," she dropped her phone pointed to the man. "He kidnapped me!"

"Oh? He took you out of class in broad daylight? Didn't bother to take your phone?"

"He has a gun," she continued.

"I have three more," he replied, flicking the gun towards the bed so that he had them both in sight. "That's not what I asked though. He kidnapped you? You sure you didn't run into his car? Willingly?"

She opened and closed her mouth, desperately thinking of excuses. "He threatened me!"

"Okay, you're of no use. You," he looked to the man. "Start talking or I'll start shooting." The man glanced between them both before going for the waistband of his pants. Wade shot him through the shoulder, Brook screamed as he fell to his knees. "You're an idiot. And that's coming from me," Wade chuckled.

"Okay," the man huffed, beads of sweat falling down his face. "We set it up."

"Cory," Brook hissed.

"Look I'm not trying to die for this I had it going at the autoshop," he glared.

"But you loved me," Brook murmured. "You said we'd buy a house in Italy."

"No pussy's worth death," he ground out cupping his shoulder.

"Wow. I'm glad I shot you," Wade sighed. "Enough of the soap opera bullshit. Brook, you're coming back with me. You," he pointed his gun at Cory. "Stay away from her and if you ever pull shit like this again I'll know. Alright you're face and name it's all in here," he gestured to his own head with the gun. "I'm watching you," he moved the barrel from his eyes to Cory's. The man swallowed and nodded.

As they walked back to the car Brook began to cry. Wade sighed, feeling kind of bad for her because even if she was trying to con some money out of her own parents she thought it was for someone she loved. So he decided to keep the information to himself. If Brook wanted to tell her parents she could do it on her own. Her parents were ecstatic to have her back. Wade dodged a hug from Brook's mother and was out the door as soon as the check was in his hand. Another job done, no dead body left behind. He couldn't wait to see Spidey.