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It took a lot of prep work and a lot of one on one time with Natasha Romanov for the young mister Parker to feel ready for this kind of mission, but as an Avenger, he had to be able to do a lot of things his fifteen year old self would never have dreamed he'd be doing.
He had learned to move differently, to step in a character of a young criminal, he had learned so much and it made him feel very uncomfortable, because Peter Parker had never wanted to become this good at lying.
“Well ladies and gentlemen you're here because you want to be better criminals, something I can promise I'll make out of you, if you survive this training you will belong in the elite, high level henchmen, maybe even right hands for some of the most famous criminals in the world...”
He looked at the man that was speaking to the crowd, he wore a skull mask, under a white hooded cloak, a Kevlar black suit with white details, a shield that looked like cap's apart from the drawing on it and a bow and quiver on his back sticking out from under the cloak. The taskmaster an opponent he had faced in the past, an opponent that could copy all your moves, your voice and your behaviors just by observing you, that's why it took so much prep work for Peter to be ready for this mission, because he had to move differently from Spider-man, he had to sound different, his entire mannerism had needed an update.
“As an introduction you'll fight each other, the last ten standing will go to the special class...”
Peter's spider sense started blaring at once, he sidestepped, tripped and gut punched his way through, not as much aiming for the special class as trying to survive this first day without ending in the hospital or a body bag.
“You have very good instincts kid.”
“Thank you sir, it helped me out a lot in street fighting…”
“Aaah a streetfighter, with a bit of honing you could become a champion, maybe even beat a few super heroes, pick up your uniform and head to the advanced classes…”
“Thank you, sir.”
The Taskmaster went to check on the others that were still standing, some of those people looked absolutely ruthless and he hoped he’d never have to face them while holding his cover, he was very aware on just how much he relied on his web-shooters during fights.
He put on the uniform and left off the hood, it would allow him more freedom to take in his environment as he explored the base, well that was the plan, but they were brought to barracks, he instinctly took top bunk, high up dark places were his thing and some of the others complained in a soft mutter, but shrugged it off.
“So any of you ran with the big leagues yet?”
He glanced at the big guy who had spoken, he looked like a rough version of cap, same muscular build, American flag tatt on his lower arm, which was bare because he had rolled up the uniform sleeves.
“I worked for the kingpin for a while…”
“Kingpin as well”
“I worked with big wheel…”
“I fought in the underground fighting ring the Kingpin ran…”
“Green goblin…”
The rest of the gang stayed silent, Peter leant back as they all observed each other, he pulled out some sport tape and started taping up his hands methodically, something Natasha had showed him how to do, he found it therapeutic, because he could put pressure where he’d normally have his web-shooters, it was very comforting to feel that press he was so used to.
“Yo fight tween…”
“You want a piece of me flagman?”
He looked at the man darkly, as he tensed his hands up, watching the man grin slightly at that, clearly this could end up in a brawl, but Peter was confident he would win, these were just normal people.
“Well hello there kiddies, who’s ready to learn some massacre skills!”
His head snapped up at the familiar overly excited voice that came from the door, his eyes widened as they drank in the appearance that was Deadpool. No one had informed him Deadpool would be here, why would he even be here!
“Deadpool? The great Deadpool will train us?”
“Oh my kiddo you a fan of mine? Tasky is a buddy of mine, needed some cash, so here I am, I’ll be your sparring dummy, beat and kick and stab as much as you like you peeps won’t kill me…”
He nodded and the rest of the group looked at him in a way that reminded him of high school whenever he answered in science class, who’d have thought this undercover mission would be so much like high school all over again.
He jumped down landing in a crouch in instinct, glad that Taskmaster wasn’t there to see that move he stood up as he walked with the group, side stepping a few attempts to trip him. He could feel the gaze of their trainer on him as he walked. For some reason Deadpool wondered around the group, never really staying ahead of them.
It was a habit he also seemed to have with Spider-man, even though the guy was un-killable, he really didn’t trust people behind him. Which was something Peter Parker could understand after years of being bullied, but since his spider sense doubled as eyes in the back of his head he had lost some of that paranoia.
The training room had a huge parkour like setting, it was one of Peter’s specialties, when he could use his powers anyway, without it, well he could manage they had focused more on his fighting style and such to make his cover believable.
The training session was hard, really hard, they all had to fight each other as well as try and unarm Deadpool, many of them ended up beaten to a pulp, with cuts and bruises on top of their bruises. It had also been humiliating for most of them, since Deadpool’s favorite defense strategy had turned out to be giving wedgies.
Peter however had ended up in a Deadpool bear hug, including hands on his ass at the end of the session and he had been held in that grip for way longer than he had liked, especially in front of a group of criminals.
When this mission was over Deadpool owed him a lot of burritos as well as a chance to whoop his ass at full power, because if he had to live a few more weeks of this, he’d want some payback. His goal here was to figure out who this batch of henchmen would be delivered to, so he’d have to make sure to make the cut.
He felt Deadpool put his hand on his shoulder when the others had gone back into the room they had gotten appointed, his hand squeezed slightly as he leant to his ear, breathing on him a few times as he seemed to think about what to say.
“Did you forget I can see your spider sense, baby boy?”
“Wilson please, something bad is going on, I just need to figure out who needs this many men…”
“Tasky would pay a lot for you…”
“Wade please, we’re partners right, team red…”
“Fine baby boy, fine, but it won’t come free, Tasky is a friend…”
“We’ll discuss this without cameras okay?”
“The price is you’re going to be my cuddle partner, for as long as you are here, you’ll be my pet…”
Peter sucked in his breath, avoiding the groan he felt come up, biting back the quips and insults and the remarks of this being blackmail, he had no choice, it was either playing along with the merc with a mouth, or being Taskmaster’s punching ball before he got sold off for high price to one of his enemies.