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The mysterious man just stood there, seeming amused by the situation.
Fuck it , Peter thought. "Who are you?" He plainly asks, not expecting an actual answer.
"I'm Deadpool." The man in red states, as if Peter was an idiot for not knowing.
"Who?"
"Deadpool" stood there, guns in holsters and katanas on his back, shocked by the fact he has to repeat himself.
"You know, Deadpool, I had TWO movies. You seriously don't know who I am, do you?" He asks, dumbfounded.
"No, I don't know who you are, nor where the absolute fuck you came from. Care to explain?"
"Listen asshole, if you think I'm gonna explain myself to a dude, who might I add, I don't know!"
"Fine, I'm Spider-man, like The Friendly Neighborhood Spider-man," Peter explained.
"Wait Spider-man, oh dude you have dough some crazy-ass guys! I mean Lizard, Electro? Insane!" "Deadpool" exclaims, shocking Peter, "I'm Wade, big fan of your work dude, I mean not as much I enjoy the Juggernaut, but close."
That was highly unexpected. "Wait, if you're a fan, how didn't you recognize me?"
"I'm incredibly hungover as I just almost died, fought the Juggernaut, he’s not as cool in person, and stopped a kid from killing someone. So, I’ve been a little distracted.”
“Wait, are you the mutant who was arrested after shooting someone?”
“Yeah, and then I broke out of the Ice Box, badass right?”
“Sure, you could call it that. So, you’re an X-Men?”
“Nah, those virgins wish they were like me: cool, does whatever the fuck I want, own swords, basically invincible.”
"Fuck! I have to get back home, I guess I'll see you around." Peter waves and swings home.
"Okay." Wade sighs.
"Hey, Gwen. You there?" Peter climbs through the window, peeling off his mask.
"Yeah, one second!" Gwen yells from another room.
As Peter takes off his suit, Gwen walks in. "Hey, how was your patrol? You took longer so I'm assuming something came up." Gwen checks for fresh wounds.
"It was good, ran into this dude who called himself Deadpool. I have a weird feeling about him, but that's for later." Peter pulls on a shirt, then proceeds to plop on the floor.
"Did you find anything about the "might-be-alien"? Gwen sits on the bed and stares down at Peter.
"Not yet, I might check more online. Do you know if Max still works at Oscorp?"
"He might, but I'm not certain about it. Why?"
"I just want to see how he's doing now. I'll head there later, maybe I will at least find where he works now." Peter sits on the bed next to Gwen.
"So, this Deadpool, did he tell you anything? I've definitely heard that name before."
"He mentioned breaking out from the Ice Box, and stopping some kid from killing someone." Peter recounts.
"That's where I know that name from! An X-Men trainee was arrested and taken to the Ice Box after he killed someone. He destroyed an entire bridge and other shit. Anytime he appears, a ton of stuff is fucked." Gwen exclaims.
"Damn, he could know about the might-be-alien though."
"Maybe, but I would watch out, Peter." She pats his head and walks out.
"Where's May?" He gets and follows Gwen out of the room.
“In her room, last time I went in she was sleeping.”
“Okay, so how was your day?” He asks with a smile.
“I mean it wasn’t awful, I looked into your alien though. Didn’t find much.” Gwen pulls a few articles from varying publishers, including The Daily Bugle.
“Yeah?” Peter says as he shuffles through the newspapers.
“All these say that a mysterious figure has been seen leaving crime scenes. And there aren’t many pictures,” she takes the articles, looking for a specific one, “Here, it’s a more in-depth description of him from an eye-witness. 6'3'', incredibly strong, and he ate a chicken, whole.”
“So, he’s tall, strong, and eats farm animals whole.
“Essentially, yeah.”
“Why the chicken though? Either he needs it for energy, or he just enjoys killing small animals.” Peter begins to get caught up in his thoughts.
“Well, we can’t know anything until you fight him again.” Gwen sighs.
“Yeah, I know.” He whines as he takes a seat, groaning when he is fully down.
“Did you clean your wounds this morning? You may have fast healing, but you aren’t invincible.” She asks, her voice soaked with worry.
“I did, but my regular pain meds aren’t working. I’m going to have to look for stronger medication, or up the dose.” Peter tells Gwen, calming her down. Gwen looked around the room and found their medicine cabinet. She hastily grabs the bottle of pills and a water bottle. She hands the water to Peter and puts the lid of the pills on the table, dumping out enough medication to sedate a fully grown elephant.
“That should do it for now. Take them.” She pours them into his hand. Peter, not wanting to be in pain any longer, opens his water and takes the pills, 2 at a time.
"Ugh, I really hope that helps." Peter groans. "It seems we both had long days, why don't we just relax?"
"We can, but there's always the chance that someone will come up," Gwen says with a small smile while she climbs next to Peter.
"Yeah, but we might as well enjoy the tiny amounts of peace we have. Right?" Peter coaxes Gwen to stay with him.
"Fine." Gwen gives in. He holds in a boastful grin. "Let's talk about something nice. No more Spider-Man talk, we'll do that later."
"What exactly are we doing later?" Peter smirks.
"Oh stop it!" Gwen playfully smacks Peter's arm.
"So, what do you have in mind then?"
"Maybe we could try to trigger the memories from this timeline?" Gwen asks.
"We could, I mean I only remember some big events."
"Tell me what you do remember and we can go from there."
"I remember you telling me you were pregnant, May's birth, and her first steps." Peter thinks.
"Okay, so I could show some of the wedding photos, maybe that will trigger something." Gwen gets up and grabs a floral photo album, labeled "Best Day of My Life", and gets next to Peter again. "Here, these are all photos from our wedding."
Peter dives into the album, taking in how absolutely radiant Gwen looked. A quarter through the book, he sees tears drop onto the page. Tears of pure joy. Gwen wipes them away, seeing Peter's emotional state to their wedding again.
"The week leading to the wedding was hell. We had so many problems and you kept saying everything would be fine and that in the end, it'll be worth it. And you were right." She tells him, her eyes tearing up as well.
Peter breathlessly laughs and kisses Gwen like he's never gonna kiss her again. He pulls away for air and looks at her, taking in how lucky he truly is.
"Do you want to know how you proposed?" Gwen asks him, not able to contain her smile.
Peter nods and waits for her to continue.
"So, you wanted to come back to New York for our anniversary. I missed being here so I said yes. On the night of our anniversary, you told me that we were going to do something special. You took me onto the roof of some building I can't remember now, and decorated top to bottom. You even cooked and had dinner there. I had turned around and saw you down on one knee and then you proposed." Gwen joyfully recounts.
Peter's eyes water once again as he grabs Gwen in his arms, never wanting to let go.
"Hey, it's getting late, do you want to head to the room?" Peter asks in between yawns.
"Sure." Gwen pulls herself from Peter's arms and gets off the couch, stretching before she gets up.
They both head into their room and fall fast asleep.
Throughout the night Peter recovers memories starting with one on a roof.
Peter covered Gwen's eyes as he pushed open the door. He moved his hands and allowed Gwen to awe at the sight.
Fairy lights covered the walls. Candles strategically placed and lit. In the middle of it all was a table, adorned with a floral tablecloth, and on top was their meal and a vase of hyacinths.
As Gwen looked around, Peter retrieved a box from his coat pocket and got down on one knee. Gwen, oblivious to Peter's current stance, turned around to ask him about the roof's appearance.
She found him down on his knee and gasped.
"Gwendolyne Maxine Stacy, I have loved you since we were in high school. I have loved you since you accepted me as Spider-Man despite your father's opinion. I have thought about this moment and about our future together, so I have to ask, will you marry and make me the happiest man alive?"
Tears falling down her cheeks, Gwen shakily nods, "Oh yes! Of course, I'll marry you, Peter!" She yells as she runs to him.
He slips on the ring on her finger. The ring, almost the same hue as Gwen's eyes and delicate crossing of the bands, awes Gwen for the third time of the night.
"This ring must have cost a fortune. How did you afford it?"
"When we got together, I knew subconsciously that we would be together forever, so I started saving and recently I found that ring and bought it." Peter states.
"Really?" Gwen asks, shocked by the gesture.
"Yeah, I thought it might be better to have money saved up for the best ring I could find."
"I love you, Peter, and I can't wait to be your wife," Gwen says before she pulls him into a kiss.