Archive of Our Own ^beta

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“I can’t believe that I don’t have more clients! This is utter bull. So. Boring.”

Wade Wilson is sitting at his desk in what he like to call the Dead-cave; in a simple apartment, a room filled with Deadpool merchandise where the merc usually hangs around playing games or eating his chimichangas. (It was originally meant to be a spare room but if Batman can have a hideout why can’t he? Oh, wait wrong franchise.)

Wade like any normal person is narrating his actions as he pulls up the search engine on his amazing computer that he definitely didn’t steal (cuz that is a big no-no), and types ‘merc for hire’ on the search bar. The results that appear include his website as well as other miscellaneous websites to rent Mercedes cars. A link that does catch his attention is one that has the title ‘A Merc for hire’ written in bold, the small text used as a description simply states: ‘Wolverine needs help to sneak into a private party, but he needs a plus one. Good thing Deadpool is available for hire.’, the URL being for a weird site named ‘Archive of Our Own’.

“This is weird…. Let’s click it.”

 With the self-control of a non-potty-trained toddler about to pee, Wade clicks on the bold title and watches a blinding white screen appears, a type of terms of use, without further thought he clicks the little square and the agree button.

It does not take long to read what Wade now knows is a made-up story of him and Logan, it’s a unwilling friendship one according to the author who wanted to explore their dynamics after watching them fight side by side. Wade obviously had a few things to say, after all, they had made it seem like Wolverine would approach Deadpool first which is absurd and unrealistic.

Wade spotted the sign in button and after a little deliberation. (Little? He saw, he clicked, he didn’t think.) He uses his personal email address and creates his very own AO3 account under the username – Unicorns&Chimichangas , the perfect username. He has time to spare, once he gets access he will be sure to see if there is any more Deadpool related content on this interesting website.

Unsurprisingly there was, mostly it was weird character studies where people guessed what he was truly like or just stories exaggerated about his interactions with other heroes, mostly Cable and few with Captain America.

“Huh, even they know about how cool Cap is.” Should the fact that people are writing about Deadpool freak him out? Probably, but this is Wade and Wade Wilson has seen worst thing. Plus, this is kind of interesting.

It didn’t take long for Wade to start writing things himself; after all who better to write about Deadpool than Deadpool himself, he gets free prompts from his interactions during jobs anyway. Plus, Wade really likes the one-shots, very non-committal can write on his phone, type of thing.

He writes things from a fic about someone he was partnered up recently with (Just a random character study as other authors call it), fics about hero pairings (He looks at the most popular ones follows the two for a day and writes about them). And obviously fics about himself, from a day in the life of, to what if Deadpool was a…. (he wrote about being a ballerina, very short but very funny.)

Yet he hasn’t had the guts to write about Spidey, the only one he interacts with a lot yet has never even so much as mentioned him in any of his fics. Don’t get him wrong it isn’t for lack of content or want, he even had people message him on his recently made writing twitter asking for Spiderman fanfiction, he just doesn’t want to go anywhere near it, because he knows that once he starts he will never be able to contain his thoughts.

Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, his writing has gotten really popular in the fanfiction community, many people love his prompts and one-shots. But it means that he will have to start writing about Spiderman unless he gets made into a Spidey-hater which he absolutely is not. Wade just hopes that if he does write his brain will be able to separate fiction from reality.

Another day another opportunity to hang with Spiderman! And today is Wade’s lucky day. Guess who he ran into while on patrol? (He definitely hadn’t missed the other and went looking for him. Absolutely not.)

“Webs! Hi!” An exasperated groan is the only response he gets from the masked figure.

Wade sits down on the roof ledge beside the crouched down Spiderman, swinging his legs and staring at the other in order to get the other’s attention. And seemingly after a good 5 mins of silence (longest time Deadpool has been completely quiet. That’s a lie, I have been singing pink fluffy unicorns dancing on rainbows in my head the whole time! Okay, outwardly quiet.), Spiderman seems to have had enough and sighs turning to face Deadpool himself.

“Deadpool. Had enough of following Cap around?” Ooh, so people have noticed his research methods, he better be more creative and careful.

“I was going on a patrol and saw you and decided to say hello. Isn’t that nice of me?”

“…” While Spiderman might be wearing a mask Deadpool gets the impression he has an unimpressed look under it. “Why me?” Deadpool wasn’t meant to hear it since it was sighed and very quiet, but clearly being close means that he did.

“Because I like ya Spidey! Why else?”

As expected Spiderman just groaned out a strained ‘oh my god’ and if he wasn’t wearing a mask he would have rolled his eyes. Sure, it felt like Deadpool was being stabbed by porcupines (has happened, not very fun, kinda ouchy), but hey, he knows Spidey doesn’t exactly like him.

“So how is your civilian life going? Anything interesting?” Wow. Deadpool being awkward while making small talk? Well, his head is in another place, he just got struck with a whole lot of inspo-juice.

“Deadpool, we agreed to not discuss our civilian lives, that is one of our rules.” Ah yes the rules of the Spider-pool friendship. Rule #1: Don’t pry into each other’s civilian lives.

“Don’t want specifics Webs, just some general non-invasive info.”

“Are you trying to make small talk?” Spiderman sighs, “Alright, I’ll bite.”

“Kinky.”

“Deadpool!”

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Deadpool has been acting strange, Peter has noticed it. It is already bad enough that he has been having to deal with Deadpool more often than not, like why did Peter have to run into the other man so often. Before it was maybe an encounter every other week, and during his stalking of Captain America it became a monthly occurrence, twice a month if he happened to be with Cap. Now for the past month, Deadpool has been glued to his side making comments about anything and everything. Sure, the company was nice, even in the form of an erratic deranged man, but having Deadpool constantly asking random questions like what food he preferred was weird.

Today is one of the days where Deadpool is meant to be helping him (some excuse about proving to Cap he can be the nice hero type), it was a simple job; find the black-market weapon dealer’s warehouse, prevent any weaponry exchange, and take down the dealer and his groupies. Yet Deadpool had been mostly quiet whispering only to himself, not even attempting to start a conversation with Peter. On any other occasion, Peter would be happy that Deadpool wasn’t bothering him, but after two days of being bombarded by random questions the silence is off-putting. If it was any other person Peter wouldn’t have minded the silence that much, but Deadpool was never that silent, and if he was it would probably not be a good sign.

“DP, what are you thinking about?” Peter was going to regret talking but the silence was eating him alive, not like the people present in the warehouse could hear them from their position high on the beams.

“Why Spidey are you sure you want to know what’s going on inside my pretty little head?” Peter hates that he feels glad Deadpool had begun to tease him again. (It’s unsettling to have a quiet Deadpool.)

“Can it. I was asking a question jeez.”

“Oh, Spidey I’ll tell you everything you want to know. Nothing is off limits.” Deadpool is being flirty like usual and the teasing while infuriating is welcomed if only to stave off the boredom that comes from a stakeout.

“Alright, then what is your favourite food? Since you’ve asked about mine.”

“Chimichangas my dear Spidey. One of mankind’s best inventions.” Deadpool pulls out a phone and shows Peter the screen, “I even have my very own brand of chimichangas.”

“Huh. Interesting.” Peter was about to question Deadpool further on useless knowledge when the doors to the warehouse were slid open.

It’s time for action. Peter goes first he moves closer to the doors so that he can web the doors shut just like he had done with the backdoor. Nobody who was in here was going to escape, they will be apprehended. Once it seemed that there were no more people coming in and the doors get slid close, Peter waits until they are far enough from the door before he proceeds to make a giant spiderweb blocking the only path of escape. He looks up to where Deadpool is lazily perching on one of the beams. He gives him the signal that he is ready and Deadpool waves his gun in response. Suddenly Peter is glad he managed to convince Deadpool to load his guns with rubber bullets or tranquilisers, he is not in the mood for death and gore.

After they apprehend the perps, the two sit on a rooftop eating Deadpool’s own brand chimichangas, which he essentially forced on Peter under the reason that he deemed it atrocious Peter hadn’t had one ever.

“So Webs…” Peter glances at Deadpool’s face, unsurprised to see that the man still has his mask on despite Peter having seen his face. “Any other questions you have for little old me?” For a second Peter frowns as he finishes the last bit of chimichanga, DP almost sounds resigned? Tired? Peter isn’t sure, but definitely not his usual flirty or manic.

“Not sure. I’d ask who your favourite hero is, but I know it’s Cap. Your favourite colour is obviously red. Your favourite vigilante is Double D, despite the fact Team Red hasn’t interacted in at least a year. I’d ask about jobs, but I feel like I would be better off not knowing. Honestly, I am not even sure what to ask, or what to talk about.” Peter looks away from the city scape to see Deadpool just straight up staring at him. Definitely not worrying.

“… you care.” It’s two words, a statement that is unsure and sounds like a question. Very un-Deadpool like.

“I’m just observant anyone with two eyes and ears would know these things.” Peter dismisses it, feeling scrutinised by Deadpool’s white lenses. “Also, you were very quiet today. Everything okay?”

“Did you hear that? I told you he cared. No, he isn’t just being polite, Webs is never just polite.” Deadpool talking to himself, that’s normal. Well, for him. “Thanks Spidey. I’m okay I was just lost in my own head. Glad to know you worry about me lover-spider.”

And he is back to flirting. Peter just wishes the other would stop joking around all the time. It’s not like Peter actually minds but still it’s annoying. Deadpool is always flirting with him, it’s almost like he enjoys making fun of Peter’s lack of love life. He is well aware Deadpool is never serious (and flirts with anyone with a hole honestly).

They sit there for a long time waiting for the next crime to come in or for something to happen. It’s relaxing, but not enough that Peter’s curiosity doesn’t get hold of him.  They have known each other long enough for Peter to know that Wade is self-conscious. Which is odd ‘cause it’s just him, and Wade has no problem getting laid (Peter has heard one story too many from the man himself). So realistically, there was no reason for him to not reveal himself to Peter, hell he already met his daughter. That counts for something surely.

“Hey Wade.” The other immediately stops muttering and turns to Peter, Peter regrets everything immediately. “I was wondering, I already know you, I mean, I met your daughter. So… not to overstep or anything, but why do you always wear the mask around me?”

It was a genuine question, he doesn’t mind it much but every time he hears Wade insult himself, he wonders whether it’s even that bad, or whether Wolverine is more worthy than he is since Logan has seen Wade’s face multiple times.

“I’m hideous Websy, I’ve told you this, I look like a burnt scrotum, really I’m doing you a favour.” At least he doesn’t sound angry at Peter, not upset either just confused. “Why would you be overstepping? I told you could ask me whatever, I meant it. Anything and I’ll answer.”

Peter is taken back by the honesty in the merc’s voice. Now his curiosity wants to see how much he can get out of this. Wonders if there’s a chance to satiate his hunger for knowledge.

“Will you show me?” The question surprises even himself. “You don’t have to, but I would be honoured to see your handsome face Wade.” A light tone should lessen the blow, jokes he can make and Wade can take, too much honesty is not good for them.

“Okay. But if it gets too much, I’ll put it back on. Or find someone to erase your mind.” Wade is so fidgety as he reaches his shaky hands up towards his head.

And then the mask comes fully off. Not just revealing his scarred lips, but his entire face. And wow, he has the bluest eyes Peter has ever seen. Sure, his skin is marred, but Peter already knew that. But his bone structure, his eyes, god, his eyes were so pretty. Peter is genuinely jealous honestly.

“I know it’s awful.” Deadpool’s comment rips Peter out of his own head.

“What? Your face? Not really, I mean sure it looks like you could use some heavy-duty moisturiser but otherwise you are quite pretty. I thought you knew that? I mean you got nice eyes, and bone structure, you could be a model.”

“Maybe if I didn’t look like a burn victim who was then dipped in acid maybe. Wait. You think I’m pretty?” Peter tenses. Waiting for Deadpool to start making jabs or even get violent (the merc is unstable on a good day, dangerous on a bad one). “He thinks I’m pretty.”

Oh. That’s… sweet. He’s almost unsure of himself, or at least sounds it. Like he can’t believe what Peter said. It’s so soft and filled with disbelief, it warms Peter’s heart yet makes him extremely sad at the same time. Why is DP like this lately?

“Again, I thought you knew this?” Really Peter was sure the other knew. How could he not?

Deadpool turns his baby blues to look at Peter, and his breath nearly catches in his throat. They are filled with awe and disbelief. Now without the mask Peter can read him like an open book. Wade was expressive even with the mask, it comes no surprise to Peter that he would be even more expressive without it. Wade seems to be thinking of what to say, opening and closing his mouth as Peter keeps eye contact with him, through the mask, but he is sure Wade can tell, Peter can’t bring himself to look away from those gorgeous blue pools, he’d gladly drown in them (Woah Pete that’s a tad extreme).

“You don’t think I’m hideous? Repulsive? Revolting?” Every time Peter shakes his head Wade tries a different adjective like it would change Peter’s opinion. “Your stomach doesn’t want to turn itself inside out and empty itself of the Deadpool Chimichangas?”

“Wade.” Peter throws him an unamused look and the merc relaxes a fraction. “Seriously I promise, I don’t find you any of those things despite what you may think.”

Wade is quiet and Peter worries the other has shut down fully, he must be having an off day. Suddenly Wade looks back up at Peter with teary eyes and launches himself at the Web-hero, tackling him into a hug. Peter startles but cautiously wraps his arms around the merc ignoring the way the other’s breath hitches. After a couple seconds, Wade finally relaxes melting into Peter’s arms. No snark, no pointed comments, just shaky breathing, it was worrying. He must be having a really bad day if he doesn’t take the opportunity to make jokes or flirt while in Peter’s arms.

“Thanks Spidey. For not finding me as vile as a 40-year-old nice guy playing games in his parent’s basement.” Peter can’t help but snort at the comment, Wade for all his annoyingness is funny.

“Of course, Wade. Now could you stop getting snot on my suit?” Peter knew the merc didn’t actually cry but if he can make a joke that means he’s feeling better, so Peter can make one too.

“But Spidey…” Deadpool whines in his ear tightening his grip and nearly straddling Peter’s lap. The hero gulps tensing up at the suddenness of the action. “You are so warm and cuddly…”

“Wade c’mon we are on a rooftop; we’ll fall if you keep shoving your weight on me.” That’s not true, Peter can handle at least 40 Wades and stick to the building. But the merc doesn’t need the specifics.

Shockingly Deadpool pulls way revealing his eyes to Peter again. Deadpool is pouting and crosses his arms across his chest as if to drive the point home. Peter meanwhile is lost in his eyes again, thankful for his mask so DP can’t tell where exactly he’s looking. Never has Peter been so obsessed with someone’s eyes. Especially not someone like Deadpool, but maybe that is why Peter is so fascinated, he wants to know what different emotions look like in those expressive blue eyes.

“-Spidey? Spidey.” Shit. Deadpool was speaking to him.

“Sorry, got lost in thought for a second.” Peter chuckles nervously, worrying if Deadpool could suddenly read his mind. Judging by the confusion in his eyes Peter was safe.

“Usually that’s a me thing Webs!” Deadpool’s face stretches awkwardly as he grins, the texture forming weird wrinkles rather than the ones his skin wants to naturally follow, the thicker parts of his scars not letting it. It’s endearing really. His eyes are alight with humour though and that makes Peter smile.

“Tell me about it, usually I’m the one being ignored.” He rolls his eyes jokingly, knowing Deadpool can tell even under the mask. “What were you saying anyway?”

“Oh! I was going to say that we should probably move elsewhere. You mentioned having an early night today?” Deadpool remembered. Huh, Peter doesn’t know why that makes him feel happy.