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With permission from Aunt May, Peter goes out for a walk. Unfortunately, Peter's timing isn't the best. He stopped in terror at the sight of a tall man in a black and red spandex suit. In his hand rested a small pistol. Quickly, he shot his contract. As much as Peter wanted to leave, he couldn't. He was shocked. He had just witnessed a man get killed, right in front of his face!
The spandex wearing man smirked under his mask, turning around. There weren't many other people around, so the man decided to fuck around with the kid, maybe even petrify him a bit more.
"Hey, Kid. What's wrong? Looks like you saw a ghost!"
Gasping, Peter quietly mumbled, "No. I just saw a spandex wearing dude kill a man in front of me."
Deadpool chuckled. "Oh, what a sassy boy you are!"
Peter blushed madly, taken aback and at a lack of words. He didn't know what else to say, so he just . . . kind of told the man his name and introduced himself.
Deadpool had asked a few questions about the boy and given him a simple explanation to what he was doing. He had no idea why he was talking to this kid and telling him so much, but he was.
"So, you're a . . . friend?" Peter asked, turning his head. "Kind of like a hero?"
"Oh, no, no, no. Kid, you've got the entire thing wrong. Not a friend. Hardly. See, I'm merely a bad guy who gets rid of badder guys. I'm far from a hero."
"Oh, by the way, Peter, I'm Deadpool."
The smallest hint of a smile outline could be seen from behind Wade's mask. "Ah, gotta run, kiddo!" Wade rushed, noticing the ringing of police sirens. Not that it mattered, they wouldn't catch him anyways.
"Wait!" Peter called out desperately, but Deadpool was already on his way to leave. "Meet me here, tomorrow?" the young boy said, hoping the merc had heard him.
Peter had gone back inside, and Wade looked over his shoulder to see him.
"Cute. I might just have to come back here like the kid asked."