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It was a warm autumn day in Queens, New York as Spiderman swung around, trying to catch a robber, who was fleeing by car. He catches up in nearly five minutes, dropping down onto the hood of the car. He held on tightly as he carefully crawled across the hood, webbing a trap at the nearby stoplights. The car speeds like crazy, and Spiderman is praying under his breath that the car will stop in time. The car slams on the brakes violently, slamming into the webs as Spiderman is flung off of the hood of the car. He hits the road with a thud, rolling a bit. “Oh shit..” He grumbled, his back aching.

The engine is smoking and the windscreen is cracked as the robber sits in the car, shocked. As Spiderman glances around, he notices two feet in front of him. As he slowly looks up, Deadpool is there, smiling under his mask. He kneels down, patting his head. “Hey baby boy,” He cooed. He caressed Spiderman’s cheek as he tilted his head. “I saw what happened. You took a plunge!” DP chuckles, as Spiderman huffs. “Good to see you Pool, but I need to catch this guy.” He swats his hand away and stands up, tilting his head side to side and cracking his neck as he walks over to the car trapped in the web. The robber was about to flee the scene when Deadpool stopped him. The robber jumped back, frightened by the cold demeanor Deadpool had put on for the moment. “Nuh-uh. You’re not going anywhere.” Spiderman sighed and pushed him aside, glaring at Deadpool. “DP, stay out of this. I’m fine doing this myself.” He webs around the guy, tying him up. He sits him down near the stop lights, checking the car for the stolen money.

Not only did he find the money, but duffle bags of drugs. He takes the bags out and settles them on the gravel of the road, sighing. “This guy is nothing but trouble.” Spiderman shook his head, crossing his arms. Deadpool bounces over, smiling cheerfully. “Spidey, so what’d you find?” Spiderman glances over to Deadpool, with a tired look under the mask. “The money’s here,” He points at one of the bags. “And those duffle bags have substances in them. We should turn them in to the police.” Deadpool laughed. “Awh Webs, you’re no fun! Let's take the bags and chill at my place and snort-” Spiderman cuts him off. “No way. I’m not doing drugs, and if I ever did, I’d never do them with you.” Deadpool gasps dramatically, holding his chest. “Oh webs, you’ve hurt me!” Spiderman laughs a bit at his antics. “Ok no, seriously, I need to get this guy to the police department.” He walks over to the robber who is flailing around and yelling out curse words when Spiderman webs his mouth shut. DP tails right behind him. “Can I come with you? Please please please?” Spiderman groans. “Stop acting like you’re 5. You’re… Wait. How old are you?” He looks at DP who shrugs and smiles. “35 and counting.” Spiderman is a bit shocked, thinking Deadpool was way older like 50 or something. “Hm.” He tilts his head, then looks over to the thief. “Alright, fine...Let’s go.” He picks up the bandit and walks away, Deadpool strolling right behind him with both bags of cash in his left hand, and drugs in his right.

“So..What now?” Deadpool asked, after dumping the guy and the bags to the police. Spiderman is getting ready to swing away. “You leave me alone.” Deadpool pouts. “Awh come on! Let’s go hang out and go eat somewhere. I bet you’re hungry after all that crime fighting.” Deadpool grins, elbowing Spidey playfully in the side. Spiderman just scoffs and crosses his arms. “Speak for yourself. I messed up. I still have a lot to learn. I need to make sure I’m less destructive, unlike you.” He scorns at DP, who laughs a bit and takes a step back. “Ok Mr. two goody shoes,” his laugh slowly dies out. “I’ll see you around then?” He asks him, with hope in his tone. “In your dreams.” Spiderman dismisses him and swings away. Deadpool shouts as he waves goodbye. “Oh, I hope so!” He speaks with excitement in his voice.

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Two days after seeing Deadpool, Spiderman was back at school. He dreaded college. Everything sucked, especially his homework. He didn't really have friends, Harry was off in Paris, Gwen was already working and MJ and him had grown distant.

As Peter sits in the library during lunch, reading a book on chemical reactions. He sighs and shuts the book. He just wanted to go back to his small apartment and sleep. Being Spider-Man was tiring.

The bell chimes, notifying lunch was over. "Oh fuck," he mutters softly under his breath as he put the books away and grabbed his bag. He zips it up and slings it over his shoulder, walking out of the library at a medium pace. His next class was a building over, and he hated being late. He knew his teacher didn't really care, but it still mattered to him. "Fuck fuck fuck…." he whispers under his breath as his walking turns into a speed walk.

Time passes, and 2 hours later he walks out of the college, standing at the bus stop at 6pm, waiting to go home. He taps and texts on his phone, but no one replies to him. Peter sighs solemnly, as the bus comes and picks him up. He puts his phone in his pocket and gets in.

When he gets home he slams the door and tosses his bag to the ground. "Fuck my life." He groaned, taking off his clothes as he made his way to the bathroom.

He takes a brisk shower before he suits up. The mask comes on last after he finishes combing his hair, known damn well it's going to get messy. All suited up, he locks his front door and exits through the window, sticking to the wall as he shuts the window. He thiwps away, starting his patrol.

8pm, and nothing has happened. He sits on top of a roof of Print, his side hustle newspaper job. All he did really was catch photos of himself now and then and turn it in. It wasn't the best job, but it was exciting at times.

As he sits by himself, he looks up. "No stars." He whispers to himself, slightly disappointed. "Obviously there's no stars baby boy, there's a shit ton of pollution!" Deadpool laughs, startling Spider-Man a bit. "Man, you have to let me know when you're around. My spidey senses don't work on you… for some reason. " Spiderman turns his head to see DP, who was clearly smiling under the mask.

He walks over and plops right next to Peter, and starts kicking his feet over the ledge."Spidey senses smences, " He says, tilting his head towards Peter. "... Why do you care about the stars so much?... Wait. Are you one of those Astrology people? If so, my sign is-" Deadpool asks, and Spiderman scoffs and cuts him off. "As if! It's just a little interest of mine. I get bored fighting crime, you know." "You can say that again." Deadpool huffs, laying back and putting his arms behind his head. "... You kill people. You're exactly what I'm supposed to be fighting." Spiderman seemed a bit confused by Deadpool's comment. "Not exactly, webs." He sits up. "I'm a mercenary. I get hired now and then to kill people. Sometimes they're bad, and sometimes they're just some average person. It depends. " DP shrugs.

The two sat in silence afterwards, just watching the city lights together.

“So,” Deadpool piped up. “Chimichangas?” He asked, looking at Spiderman. “Nah, not hungry. Already ate.” Peter looked back at Deadpool, who swallowed hard and looked away. “Man, baby boy… Every time you look at me like that it makes me hungry for something else-” “Nope, nope. We’re done here.” Spiderman gets up and turns away as Deadpool is howling with laughter. “You should see your face! Or..Your mask- whatever. You look so fucking silly!” “..Silly?” He turned his head back around to him. Deadpool stands up, poking spiderman on the nose before crossing his arms. “Yep. Silly boy.”

“E…Excuse me?” Spiderman looked at him, puzzled by his actions. “You’re excused,” Deadpool grins under the mask. “So, chimichangas?” “.....” Peter sighed. “Fine. But I’m not paying.”

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The two sat together on the roof, eating Mexican food together. Deadpool was scarfing it down, as Spiderman was cautiously eating. The two conversed and laughed, enjoying the time together. Minutes felt like hours. But soon, something felt off.

“...” Peter sets his food down back into the white take-out box as he puts his mask back down fully on his face. “Hey, uh..DP.” He leans in, whispering in his ear. “I think someone’s watching.” Very slowly, his chomping comes down to a stop as he mumbles with a mouth full of food. “Whaaat?” “I- Don’t talk with a mouth full of food, that’s disgusting.” Spiderman looks away.

Deadpool chuckles a bit, then swallows all of his food. “Alright, alright..jeez…But what do you mean by ‘watching’?” He does air quotes with his fingers as Spiderman sighs. “My spidey senses are going off like crazy. We need to get out of here.” Spiderman stands up, brushing off the taco crumbs on his suit. Deadpool stands up after him, his mask now back on fully. “Oh, so what you’re saying is…Like…You and me….get out of here and back to my place so we can..you know..” He winks and does the hand motion for intercourse. Spiderman scoffs and glares at him. “Deadpool, take this seriously! Someone is listening- or watching us. We could be in danger, depending on who it is.”

Deadpool looks at him with a raised brow. “Spidey, you sure you aren’t being anxious? It’s a perfect night, no one’s coming out to get us.” Spiderman wanted to agree, but he was apprehensive. Something wrong was going to happen, he just didn’t know what exactly. “Deadpool, I’m serious. Dead. Serious. Can you be serious for at least five seconds?” He stands up, looking down at Deadpool who is still sitting and munching on the chimichanga. “My best is three, but I’ll try.” Spiderman groaned. “This was a bad idea. I shouldn’t have hung out with you tonight. I’m supposed to be helping the city, not…sitting and chilling with a pervert.” He crossed his arms and scowled. Deadpool could care less. He was only focused on finishing his food.

“Screw this. I’m going.” Spiderman scoffed. “....You’re leaving just because you’re paranoid?” Deadpool wiped his mouth, then stood up. “I’m not leaving because I’m paranoid. Something’s about to happen and I’m not going to let it slide.” “Nothing’s happening,” Deadpool waved his paranoia off. “Everything is fine.” Spiderman groaned, getting irritated. “I don’t have time for this. Bye Deadpool.” And he left, swinging on his webs across Queens back to his house. Deadpool kicked rocks, looking down at the city.

Spiderman got to his apartment, and closed the door behind him. He takes off his mask and flings it onto the couch. “Fuck this, fuck this.” He grumbled.
Something was going on. Someone was watching him.

So why wasn’t he attacked at that moment?

He began to spiral, just thinking about it. He paced around the living room, taking off his spider suit at the same time. He then stopped. “...Crap.” He sat down on the couch. “I might’ve hurt his feelings.” Peter processed what he said in milliseconds then scoffed. “Why do I care about that?! Something is going on right now. Focus on the present, Peter. Focus on the-”

His spidey senses tingled again. The hair on his arms and neck stood up, as he stood stiffly glancing around the room.

What was going on?

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It had happened all too soon. Even Peter couldn’t process it. In his very own apartment, he was attacked by Carnage. He was followed home, and he didn’t even know. All the worst thoughts were running through his head.

He tried to fight back, but it wasn’t enough. His web shooter was with his suit, so he was forced to fight with his bare hands. But you can’t beat a symbiote with just fists.

Carnage growled, holding him in a chokehold. “...You’re just some ordinary boy, Spider-Man.” He sounded insulted. Peter glanced at him, hands trying to pry Carnage off of him. “What,” He coughed and panted. “What do you want from me?”

“Blood,” His voice drawls out in a deep rough-sounding tone. “We want blood.”

Peter’s face went pale. He had fought symbiotes before. He knew they were carnivorous aliens.

This monster was hungry, and he was ready to eat.

In quick movements, Peter tugged himself free from Carnage’s grasp and immediately dived to the couch to grab his things. The alien went after Peter, roaring in anger. With shaky hands, Peter slipped on only his webshooters and started fighting back.

Not even a few minutes go by with all their fighting and the apartment is in ruins. Peter thinks mid-fight about how he’s going to explain this situation to his landlord.

The apartment room shakes as things crash and fall to the ground as Peter fights for his life against the villain. “Crap, crap..” He mumbles to himself.

He sticks Carnage to the wall with his webs and takes this as his chance to run. He sprints out of his apartment complex and onto the streets to blend in and hide.

As he wanders through the busy city in a daze of adrenaline and panic, he runs face-first into a wall. He stumbles back a bit, cursing to himself. “Fuck my life.” He grumbles, rubbing his nose. “As if things can’t get worse.”

Someone laughs, and Peter whips his head around.

Deadpool.

“Oh, you just looked like a total idiot!” He laughed. Peter blinks and is freaking out. He’s never met Deadpool outside of his spider suit, so he doesn’t know how to act.

“....uh..Yeah.”

“Damn, did you hit your head too?” Deadpool laughed even more.

Peter was thinking fast. He runs into his friend accidentally, and a bloodthirsty monster is in his home. He was grateful that he wore a shirt and shorts under his suit this time, or this would've been extremely awkward.

“....”

Peter took a deep breath and spoke fast. “Oksothere’samonsterinmyapartmentandirandowntoescapeitandiranintothewallaccidentallyandidontknowwhattodo-” Deadpool cut him off with a pat on the shoulder. “Breath bud. I’m a superhero. I can help.” Peter gave him a look. “Not exactly. You’re more of an anti-hero.” Deadpool shrugged. “Hero, anti-hero, same thing.” “Well-” Peter was about to start but was cut off by Deadpool once more. “It’s okay, kid. I got this. I’m Deadpool. And you are?”

“...S-” He hesitated.

“Peter. Peter Parker.”

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Ever since Carnage’s attack Peter’s been living with Aunt May. A good few months passed, and he took up a ton of jobs to get back the things he lost. Peter was always running back and forth, unable to catch a break.

The battle with Deadpool and Carnage was messy, to the point where DP was ashamed of the mess he made. But hey, he got rid of the bad guy. Peter thought about the battle long and hard- It wasn’t one of those big ones that’d be on the news, but people still got hurt. Because he couldn’t get into costume in time, because he couldn’t be Spider-Man in time. He couldn’t be who the people needed this one time, and it haunted him. He began to start wearing the suit underneath everything he wore, so it wouldn’t ever happen again.

“Peter, Peter- Peter, snap out of it!” May snapped her fingers in front of him, and brought him back to the real world. “Wh- Huh?” He looks around, confused by his surroundings, then relaxed recognizing the photos on the wall and the smell of warm cinnamon. “Oh. Hi Aunt May.” He responds with a solemn tone. She looks at him with worry, and sits next to him. “Pete, don’t you think this is all too much? You lost practically everything and now you’re working what…six jobs?” Peter scowls. “I’m working four jobs, not six.. It’s fine, May. I..I just need to get back on track.” He sighs, running his hands through his brown hair. It was straightened to the point of never curling again, and fried at the ends. “I just need to get my things together.”

May frowns. “You need to take care of yourself, that’s what you need to do. Your grades are dropping faster than ever. You never let this happen.” She’s disappointed in him. He sighs and looks away. “I…I know. I’ll do better.” Peter muttered softly. This wasn’t like him. He wasn’t supposed to be tired. He was Peter Parker, the one and only Spider-Man. Life shouldn’t be hard for him. He should be rich like Stark, or famous like Rogers. But life isn’t fair.

The warm coffee mug he held in his hands had become stale, deprived of Peter’s lips. “I’ll do better.” He softly repeated. But the words weren’t meant for May- they were directed towards himself. To do better in school. Do better at being a hero. Do better at everything.

It was Tuesday now, at the Daily Bugle. Peter was out, camera in hand. He wore his usual street clothes- a white button up, grey zip up jacket, his dirty blue jeans, and the old red sneakers he refused to give up. As he was walking down the street, a car skids by just too fast, and sprays water on him. Peter prioritized protecting the camera, his body getting splashed. He grumbles, cusses out the car under his breath and keeps walking. He passes by the city park, and decides to snap some photos of the fountain. A white dove perched right on top, washing its little feathered body. Peter smiles, and catches photos of the bird. He leans closer on the fountain, almost reaching out. Kids in the park are playing close by.

Too close.

A teen on a skateboard goes right past him, knocking Parker into the fountain. There’s a loud splash, then a shoe floats up. Peter groans, sitting up. Guess today wasn’t his day. He was now fully wet, exhausted, mad, and his camera malfunctioning.

He grumbled. He doesn’t ever have “his day” and he probably never will. Damn this place. Damn this world and the awful luck Peter has.

“This can’t get any worse, can it?” He said sarcastically, spitting out fountain water.

“Sure it can. Give me a minute.” Someone replied in a cheerful tone, extending his hand out to Peter.

Deadpool. Wade Wilson, always in that outfit of his. The smile under his mask couldn’t be seen, but it was obvious.

Peter reluctantly took his hand, and got out of the fountain. He sighs and slightly slumps, worn out.
“I remember you!” Deadpool exclaimed, still holding Parker’s hand. “You’re the dude whose house got totally wrecked! Petey’s the name, right?”
“Peter.” He said with a huff. “It’s Peter.” He was right. It did get worse
“Right, Petey.” Deadpool let go of his hand, taking a step back to evaluate the wet man. “Man, you look like a shit show.”
Those words earned a scowl from Peter, who was now shivering and more pissed than ever.
“Look, if you’re just here to bug me- Now is not the time.” Peter looked away, wanting to leave.
“Now why would I do that?” Deadpool said, circling Peter. As much as he was trying to be annoying, he did have some concern for the other man. Minimal, though.
“...Just, leave me alone. I’m done with today.” Peter says, walking away.

Deadpool follows him, talking Peter’s head off. “Ok so, get this. The writer has been in an ABSOLUTE shit show, and for some god forsaken reason decided to write this damn fanfic we’re in. They’re supposed to be finishing their AP English Exam, but god forbid an adhd bastard get distracted. Why are they still writing this? No idea. But it’s somewhat interesting, huh?”

Peter stops walking, incredibly confused. “...What.”
“What?” Deadpool repeats back to him, acting innocent.
“Are- Are you on something?” Peter blinks, giving him a look.
“No, but if you count tylenol then yes. Ya think it’ll make me autistic?”
“...What the hell, Deadpool.”
“Just saying!” He shrugs, laughing. “World’s full of crazy shit right now.”

Peter never wanted to slam his head into a wall repeatedly more than ever right now.
“I told you to leave me alone. Don’t you have some- I don’t know, superhero stuff to do?” Deadpool shrugs once more.

“You’re insufferable.” Peter said, exhausted.
“But I’m everyone’s favorite, so who’s right here?” Deadpool leans his head on Peter’s shoulder as they walked. Peter grumbled once more, before lightly shoving Deadpool away.

“Hey, Petey-”
“It’s Peter.”
“Whatever. Are you down to get some chow?”
Peter gave him a look.
“...I’m just some random person. You don’t even know me. I could be a serial killer, ya know.”
“Nah.” This whole time, Wade hasn’t stopped smiling under his mask. “Not you. You’re too cute for that axe murderer stuff.”
Peter’s look turned sour.
“...Don’t say that.”
“You’re avoiding the question, Petey! Chow time or no?”
Peter considered his options. “Are you paying?”
“Uh, sure. Why not!”
“Then yes. Let’s go. Before my boss finds me slacking off.” Peter says, speed walking in a new direction.

Deadpool's eyes gleam under his mask, then he follows after him.