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Izuku was having a great day. Scratch that, having a good week. Being Spiderman was sometimes frustrating, but it had been somewhat okay for the past couple of weeks. That one publisher of the Daily Bugle, what was his name? Aizawa something? But anyway, he hadn’t released any big ‘theory’ about how Spiderman was actually a villain, so he didn’t have to worry about that.
Crime had also dropped, maybe it was because police were working better, or more people were making sure that they were safer. Or…
Maybe Deadpool had taken up his offer to save more people. It would make a lot of sense. His morals were… they weren’t bad but were also way different to his. But now that they were friends, closer to frenemies, or rivals he guesses. They had gotten to share their ideas of the world and he wasn’t as bad as a lot of articles make him out to be.
Him and Deadpool being rivals, had also impacted him in general. Meeting him literally changed his world point and he hopes that its the same for Deadpool.
But back on his train of thought… What was he thinking..?
Oh yeah, he was having a great week. And because of this, Izuku decided to take off one day that he would usually go out as Spiderman to spend time with his boyfriend.
Him and his boyfriend were both antisocial people, and so both of them were comfortable with staying at his one bedroom, one bathroom apartment. There was the occasional shout or two from his neighbors, but other than that it was peaceful and calm.
At this exact moment, both of them were on the twin mattress he owned, him lying on his boyfriends lap while said boyfriend leaned against the wall the mattress was next to. They were just enjoying each other company while both being on their phones.
Izuku, always being the curious one, checked the news. Some political thing he didn’t understand, a Deadpool article about how terrine he was, and a couple of Spiderman articles. Curiosity got the best of him, and he clicked on them.
At least that Aizawa guy hadn’t published anything, but other news stations and littler journalists had published quite a lot. Some of it was praise for Spiderman, but most of it was commenting on how Spiderman wasn’t ‘patrolling’ that day.
He knew some people were border-line stalker to Spiderman, but this? This was on a new level for him personally. Like yeah, he took one day off, a lot of other people do that with their jobs, but just because he was Spiderman, a ‘hero’, it's weird for him to take one day off? What if he got a cold? Or had fought a bigger villain than some petty crime, and he actually got hurt?
Just because he’s Spiderman doesn’t mean he’s not human as well. Ah well, not like he can do anything about it anyway.
His boyfriend was and is one of those people though, so maybe he’d be interested in the articles.
“Hey Kacchan, look at this.” Izuku tilted his phone towards his boyfriend, with the phone being on an article theorizing about why Spiderman wasn’t ‘patrolling’ today. Kacchan then grabbed the phone, presumably to read it better.
First he showed a face of confusion, which then melted into concern, and then surprise. “Well I hope the Spider-Bastard is okay.”
That was odd, but its probably nothing, might as well play along. “Yeah I hope he’s okay, but Kacchan, you can’t just call people ‘bastards’!”
“Why the fuck not?”
“Well its mean and…”
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He shouldn’t be doing this. He could be seen, and then his entire personality of ‘Deadpool’ would be gone. But it was so hot, and his annoying mask was being extra annoying. So here he was, sitting at the top of one of the highest buildings in Tokyo, his mask thrown off to the side.
Another problem was Spiderman, since said building was also one of their ‘meeting points’. But he was sure that he wouldn’t share his face to the world or anything. He still didn’t fully trust him, but he also knew that he wouldn’t stoop that low.
A small thwip of what he knew to be Spiderman’s webs got increasing louder, meaning he was probably swinging up to the top of the building. Usually he might scramble to put his mask back on, but for whatever reason, he didn’t. Maybe it was because of the super high temperature that made him just sit, not doing anything.
He was pulled back into reality when he heard Spiderman exclaim, quite loudly, “Kacchan?!”
Turning his head back around to behind him so fast he might get whiplash, and there he saw Spiderman without the mask revealing the one and only nerd boyfriend. “Deku? What the fuck?!”
“Uh- I can explain? But then you have to explain-”
“What? No! I don’t have to explain shit!”
“Then I won’t explain.”
“... Fine.”
Spid- Well now he can’t really call him that since he now knows that it’s Deku, but he goes on. “Well you see, I was bitten by a spider, and it was probably radioactive or something because a couple of hours later I could do things a spider can do. Like stick to things and make webs. So I thought- ‘might as well do something with these powers’. And obviously that's what I did and then Spiderman was born, and, and. You probably know the rest.”
A pause of silence from him and himself before he finished it off with, “Now your turn.”
“Cancer, medical treatment which worked but also gave me my superpower of healing or whatever. That’s all, I’m done.”
It must have been enough to make his boyfriend happy because said boyfriend smiled and plopped down next to him where he was sitting. “Okay, sharing semi emotional backstory to how we became ‘superheros’ or whatever done. I have an idea, how about we put on our masks, and then you can chase me. Deal”
Now that sounded like fun, even more fun now that he knew who was under the Spiderman mask. “Deal”