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Peter point of view
It has been two days since I had last seen Deadpool and to say that I was on edge was an understatement. The entire two days I had been stressed and no matter what I did to try and distract myself homework, patrol, taking a picture for the Bulge, it always went back to Deadpool. ‘The next time I see him, I'm gonna deck him.' I thought putting on my Spiderman suit, ready to meet all the Avengers at the tower.
It had taken a lot of work, but I got most of the Avengers to agree to stay free for today. Tony refused to believe a word of Deadpool’s warning, so he was currently in San Diego, even Captain American was skeptical, but Clint assured us that Deadpool wouldn't have asked for help unless he needed it. With Clint on board, Natasha agreed to help, and Captain had no choice, but to believe the mercenary. Hell, even Barnes said that he would stay in the tower and keep an eye on the surveillance cameras around the city.
By the time I reached the tower it was 10:00 in the morning, Deadpool said if anything happened it would happen around noon. Clint was waiting for me with a communication device.
"Nat and Cap are already in the city, checking for any trouble. Barnes has been checking videos since this morning." Clint says, putting on his leather jacket picking up a silver briefcase.
For a moment I paused "You believe him right?" I asked, finally feeling the anxiety. If I was wrong, this could be terrible. Not only would it stop any chance of me joining the Avengers, but it would show just how gullible I am. But if I was right…
Clint sighed putting on his signature shades "Wade is a complicated character. He's…" Clint sighed "eccentric, but he's a good guy. You don't go through what he has without some baggage."
"I read the file, Clint," I said, not liking the lecture I was getting.
"Reading the file and dealing with the real thing are two different things," Clint says, with a bit of a bite. "For the Intel though I believe it, and if Deadpool had come to me, I wouldn't have doubted it."
“Oh come on,” I said, not liking the guilt trip Clint was trying to lay on me “Everyone knows that he’s not all there.”
"Let me tell you something Spiderman," Clint says walking to the elevator. "Deadpool may be insane, but he probably understands a lot more of what's going on in the world than any of us." The elevator shut and I was left alone on the top floor of the tower. I placed the earpiece in and attached the microphone to the inner part of my mask. “You take Times Square.” I hear Clint say.
I huff but do as I'm told swinging to Time Square. It was 11:45, and so far everything was quiet. No signs of trouble or even Deadpool. "Anything" Captain America asked through the earpiece.
"No," Natasha said followed by Clint's "negative."
"Nothing on the camera" Banner said "but there does seem to be more people in time square than usual. I'm getting a lot of footage of filled subway stations and streets."
“Spider-man anything?” Tony asked, sounding irritated.
As I opened my mouth to speak the TV’s around Time Square stopped playing the colors of the screen blurring together until it became static. “Well that can’t be good,” I muttered.
“Greeting people of New York” Suddenly a mask appeared on the screen it took a while to focus, but it was unmistakably a white skeleton mask on what seemed to be a gray screen. “Do not be alarms” the mask chuckled “I know that is hard to believe what with aliens and inhumans and all that, but we mean you no harm.”
"Cap," I ask into the earpiece, my spider sense still quiet.
“Banner” Captain asked, ignoring me.
"I can't find where it's coming from, but this isn't just playing here. There is one have one in LA, Chicago, Washington D.C. and this is playing live around the world.”
I blocked out the rest of the conversation as I paid attention to the screen. "Many of you know the prejudice that comes with wings, and some of you are privileged enough never to know the danger a wrong pair of wings can do. Not everyone can be that lucky." The camera zoomed out, and the skeletons wings came into focus. A large pair of bat wings flared, standing out against the gray background. "Some of you may know the Sanctuary." An image of what appeared to be a large compound appears on the screen. "A large complex meant to keep in all evil winged individuals bats, ravens, crows, hell you would be surprised at how many owls and woodpeckers we have. You stupid bastards make us fear what we are born with, make us hate what we are and you place us in this compound for our safety. How thankful we should be. You separating us from the public locking us away how sweet, well no more, we refuse to hide.” The voice was angry, and its tone was rising, and as menacing as he sounded I couldn't help, but sympathize with them. The Sanctuary came for me when I was younger, they were insistent, but Aunt May was stubborn. To this day I wasn't sure whom Aunt May called to let them leave me alone, but they never came back. The very next day Uncle Ben got me a wing harness to hide my wings.
The white mask appeared again. “Today we stand in your city peacefully. You will notice us, standing together with those who are above superstitious and stereotypes.” The screen went black as a symbol appeared. It was a circle of 6 different flared wings a crow, a bat and a raven where the top of the circle while the bottom was a dove, a falcon, and an owl.
“Spider-man” I heard Ironman yell.
“What?” I asked, still staring at the screen. My wings and heart fluttering, one trying to escape my rib cage and the other my wing harness.
“What’s happening out there?”
People started to swarm the roads taking off coats and harness. Wings were exposed left and right. Onyx bat wings flared up next to beautiful peacocks, and hummingbird wings fluttered next to Falcons. "It's a...I think it's a" My mind went blank as pure black wings appeared. "Crows" I muttered.
“We are on our way” Captain America barked.
"Wait wait" I shouted, "I don't think they mean any harm, I believe this is a protest."
“Your half right?” A new voice says into my earpiece.
“Deadpool” Ironman spat. “How did you get on this secure line?”
"Your half right Spidey baby, but it's so much more than a protest."
“Deadpool what’s going on?” Clint asked not a hint of hostility in his voice.
There was a long pause, and I open my mouth ready to call Deadpool out on theatrics when suddenly a scream could be heard below. Some people were joining the mob of clashed wings keeping the darker wings in the center, but others were running as fast as they could from the growing mob of wings acting as if death itself was upon them.
“What is this?” I muttered, swinging around the area. Never in my life seeing so many different wings exposed and together. It was beautiful. I stopped on building my eyes fixed on the only pair of falcon wings in the center of crows wings. I couldn't see anything about the owner of the falcon wings, just that on top of the wing holder was a little girl with blonde hair and small black wings stretched high, not at all afraid of her wings.
“It’s a revolution.”