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Peter Parker point of view
Everyone in the world was different. Although most people take pride in their difference it only a great thing to have when people accept said differences. The world is filled with prejudice. It wasn’t fair, but then again what in life is. I thought about this as I fixed my wing restraints. Everyone had wings, but every person’s wings were different. People are born with wings, and as they got older, their wings begin to develop the same as their body. However, as evolution continued it became rare for people actually to fly with their wings and new types of wings began to appear. Only a few amounts of people could use their wings to fly, but that depended on the individual’s size and wing types. These changes in wings are what lead to prejudice and stereotypes. If a man had colorful hummingbird wings, they must be gay. If a woman had peacock wing, then she must go into modeling and not be very smart. If a person had butterfly wings, then they must be delicate. So many stereotypes came with a person’s wing, so many first impressions made because of what you had growing on your back. The history of wing manners has changed throughout history. In the Victorian era, it was improper to show your wings unless to family members and your mate; the parents usually arranged the mating. Those who didn’t know how to hide their wings were considered prostitutes and low lives. Back then there was also only a few wing types known. However as people explored the world they started to categorize all the different wing types, each culture having their own mannerism for their wings. Soon it became less strict on hiding one’s wings; it became acceptable to have them tucked against their spine. Their wings visible, but not presenting. As time moves on, the changes become radical. Wings were being released in public without shame or consequence. Freedom people chanted until that era died down as well. It was not a crime to expand your wings in public, but some still found it rude. Some jobs even required exposed wings, such as modeling and law enforcement. Times have changed, some for the better. However, judgments from wings are at an all time high.
After I had made sure that my wings were secure, I adorned my Spiderman costume. Already feeling confidence flooding through my veins. Not thinking twice I shot a web to the closest building ready to patrol. ‘Who needed wings,’ I thought, webbing from building to building. It wasn’t long until I picked up trouble.
“Leave us alone” I heard someone shout, the voice coming from one of the many allies’s of New York. ‘How cliché can we get trouble in a dark ally.’ I thought, not wasting any time as I swung faster towards the sound of a scuffle. Perching myself on top of the building, I looked down to assess the situation. Have had to many broken ribs from being what was it Cap said “to quick to fire” I don’t know some old saying like that. I looked to see two girls standing against three larger men each probably in their late 30’s. There was an older girl probably fourteen or so, standing in front of what I assume is her little sister. The three older men were approaching the girls.
“We just want to see your sister’s wings is all,” One of the men said, his voice slurred from alcohol, his wings twitching in agitation.
“That’s none of your concern,” the older girl snaps pushing, the smaller girl behind her, her wings flaring out to shield the younger one.
“She’s a crow ain’t she?” another man asked taking a step, his brown wings raising slightly ready for a fight. ‘A crow’ I thought, inching closer to the men, not wanting to give away my position. ‘Hate crime’ I thought, a growl in my throat, my wings pushing against their restraints.
“Fuckin good for nothing crows” The last man growls his brown, red tinted wings are flaring.
“We don’t want any trouble.” The older girl shouted her voice was starting to waver, but her brown falcon wings twitching as if she wasn’t sure whether she should retaliate the flare with her own or take a less aggressive approach. She was a skinny thing, a bit tall for a fourteen-year-old, she had white skin, and from here it looked like dirty blonde hair. As for her sister, I couldn’t see anything seeing as how she was pushing her sister’s back, her wings clutched to her spine.
“Don’t you know girl, crow’s are nothing, but trouble.” It all happened in a moment, and it took me a while to actually understand what was going on. The men had moved towards the girls, the elder girls wings flared to an impressive width, the little girl giving a shriek of fear, and just as I was about to jump in a snarky comment on the tip of my tongue a large man crashed into the ally.
The man stood tall a good six footer, broad shoulders that were tense, a menacing aura radiating off of him, and large scaled wings flaring out completely blocking the two girls from view. “Emily take your little sister home.” The man growled.
“But-”
“Take her home,” The man growled wings were rising a bit higher. The girl nodded tucking in her wings as she turned to pick up her little sister rushing out of the ally.
“So you guys want to pick on little kids do you?” The man growled again, taking a step forward.
“Kid was a crow” The man with red tinted wings spat.
“And you’re a jackass,” The Newcomer says.
“What did you say?” The man shouted his red tinted wings fully expanded, but not nearly as big as the newcomers. Suddenly all three man tried to attack the stranger. This newcomer was ferocious. His movements were swift and precise. It wasn’t until I heard a sickening crack from one of the men’s arm that I jumped into the fray, only to see the larger man smash the head of the brown winged man up against the wall. Only one man was left standing and when he tried to run the man pulled out a gun. I quickly webbed the gun pulling at it, in hopes of taking out of his hand, but his grip was firm -which was suspiring, seeing as how I have superhuman strength- so all it did was throw off his aim. The man tripped over his own feet as he heard the shot which made him accessible to the web.
The man with the gun turned towards me, and it wasn’t until now that I finally recognized this man. The red and black outfit that was so similar to my own, but with much more weapons strapped to it.
“Deadpool,” I say, slightly surprised.
Deadpool seemed to be squinting at me, pulling the webbing off his gun. “You mind,” he says venom still in his voice “I’m in the middle of something.”
“I’m not gonna let you kill him,” I say, a shiver running down my spine at the danger coming from the mercenary. I had only meet Deadpool a few times, and every time he was a goofy ball of chaos. Killing and causing mayhem where ever he goes, but he was usually not this intimidating. Not this serious. Always talking, always rambling, but now he seemed like a whole new person. By know he would be gushing over me -er well Spiderman, mostly ogling my ass and declaring his love for me.
“Fucker deserves it,” He says gun still in hand, but pointed on the ground.
“That doesn’t mean you can kill him,” I say, no matter how much I hate prejudice of wings; I couldn’t let Deadpool kill him.
“So when he attacks another kid, what’s gonna happen?” He says fully turning towards me his wings still raised, a challenge. I had never actually seen Deadpool’s wings before. Only heard about them from Clint and on Shield reports. The sun was starting to set, but this close I could make them out. I must be more tired then I thought if I couldn’t tell it was Deadpool right away. Deadpool’s large dragon wings were legendary. Large red scaled dragon wings with thick black scales lying over the ridges of the bones of his wing, small patches of gold scales scattered about. He had three phalanges on each wing with large talons resting on each. Dragon wings were the rarest types around the world, only ten people have been known in history to have dragon wings.
“It’s not gonna happen again; he’s going to jail.” I say, my spider-senses quite so I knew I wasn’t in danger…yet.
Deadpool laughed, “You really believe that web-face.” Now I know Deadpool was angry if he wasn’t calling me Baby Boy. “Last time I checked scaring two kids wasn’t against the law. Maybe be put away for drunken misconduct.”
“They went after that little girl because she was a crow, that’s a hate crime,” I argue, my spider-senses suddenly tingling even though it was a bit dull.
“What crime Spidey?” Deadpool asks looking around the alley dramatically. “Nothing happened to her. No crime was committed, they didn’t touch her, they didn’t assault her try to clip her wings, they scared her. No crime, No time.” He growls out. “Doesn’t matter that this fucker has a knife, that he would have pulled it on a little girl, and we both know that they would have used it on her.” Just as I was about to respond Deadpool raised his gun and fired. My eyes widened not because of the gunshot, but because my spidey-sense was still only a dull humming sensation. I jumped attaching myself to the ally wall. Only to hear a screech of pain, looking down I noticed the guys on his knees shot in the stomach screaming in pain a knife on the ground beside him. ‘Deadpool was protecting me.’ I thought, blinking in confusion. I dropped next to the bleeding man.
“Deadpool you can’t-” looking over only to see the Merc with the mouth gone ‘How can a man that big move so quietly.’
“Help…Help” the man says below me gripping my leg. I kicked him off.
“You’ll live,” I said, looking at the wound. “I’m calling the cops, and they will take you to the hospital, but the next time I see you picking on a crow or a raven or any other wing type I won’t stop Deadpool from taking care of you.” It was a lie, a big fat lie, but he didn’t need to know that. Not wanting to be here any longer, I webbed myself away and called 911. Other then that run in with Deadpool it was a pretty quite night. A few muggings here and there, two attempts at grand theft auto, and one small liquor store robbery. It was only 11:00 so the night was still young. I stopped on one of the higher buildings in New York, taking a small break as I listened to the bustling city.
I heard the sound of a swoosh and didn’t bother to turn. No spidey-sense was tingling, no danger. Besides I had a pretty good idea I knew who it was. If the deep sound of wings closing wasn’t a hint, the smell of tacos was. I felt a presence behind me and did my best not to turn around, a white bag appearing in front of my face. “It’s a peace offering,” Deadpool says, dropping the bag in my lap, it still warm.
“Tacos don’t make up for shooting someone Deadpool.” I snap, my resolve crumbling as the smell of tacos hit my nose.
“Well I can’t say I’m sorry,” Deadpool says, sitting beside me “Cause if you didn’t show up I probably would have unalive them.” He says, sighing.
“Probably?” I say snorting, “You would have.”
“Maybe,” he says, sternly. Something was different about Deadpool, and I wasn’t sure if it was good or not.
“You seem different,” I say, moving the white bag off my lap refusing to accept the bribe.
“Feel different.” He says. We were silent for a moment, and it was odd that the Merc with a mouth wasn’t talking. Is this the real Deadpool? Was he cloned? Was it an alien? Deadpool sighed, “Listen two days from now something big is going to happen. You and the Avengers better be ready cause its going to be big.” He says emphasizing big with a hand gesture.
“What’s going on Deadpool?” I asked nerves on high alert at this new warning.
“Can’t tell you, but…” He sighs again “you got to believe me in two days shit is going to go down. It needs all hand on deck, you, the Avengers, and hell maybe even the X-men. A lot of people could get hurt.”
“What is it?” I asked, again. Deadpool just shook his head. “You can’t stop it.”
“Already tried, my hands are tied baby boy.” Well, we are back to baby boy so we can’t be on that bad of terms.
“Hint then, a band of mercenaries, alien invasion, new super villain.” Deadpool shook his head.
“Its worse,” he says grimly, “I can’t go into to much detail, I gave my word, but it’s huge.”
“Your word? Your working with them” I snapped, ready to web Deadpool and throw him to the avenger.
“It’s complicated.”
“Then uncomplicated it” I snapped, but Deadpool didn’t move. He didn’t respond. He was calm and severe, and that worried me. I knew Deadpool was in the military it said so on his file, but I never believed it. How can someone so goofy be in the military? “Two days from now,” I ask, watching as Deadpool nodded. “What time?”
“Around noon.”
“Where”
“Don’t know.”
“So you want me to get the Avengers together to deal with a threat that I don’t know exactly what it is, that could take place anywhere around this city because you say something big is gonna happen.”
“Yup,” he says popping the P.
“Why should I?”
“Because you’re a hero.” He says to face me, his mask facing mine. The white patches of his eyes seem to narrow at me “You won’t risk people getting hurt…even if some of them deserve it.” He growls, but continues “You don’t want to believe me fine, then don’t, but when I do what I feel is right which mean if I unalive someone, don’t get your spandex all twisted cause I gave you a shot.”
“You can’t expect me to call the Avengers-” Deadpool stood up.
“Forget it then; I’ll deal with it myself.” Deadpool’s wings twitched in agitation, but he seemed more agitated at the situation then at me.
“Deadpool wait,” I said, standing up as well. “I um-” I groaned, “Fine I’ll talk to the Avengers, I make no promises on their help though.”
Deadpool gave a dry chuckle “Its not me that going to need their help.” His wing shifted behind him, ready to take flight.
“Deadpool tell me, though, who were those girls in the ally?” Deadpool’s shoulder’s tensed, his wings stilled. “You called one Emily. You knew them.”
“So?”
“Who are they?”
“None of your concern.”
“You know them. You were protecting them.”
“You protect everyone in this city, do you know all of them?”
“Why are you so defensive?”
Deadpool sighs “Just get that info to the Avengers and be ready. Don’t worry about the two girls.” Before I got a chance to reply, Deadpool took off. I could feel my own wings twitch wanting to go after him. I rolled my shoulders, counted to ten, and the fidgeting stopped. I sat back on the ledge on contemplated what happened. The bag of tacos still sitting there, I refused to eat them, my stomach grumbled in protest. I looked around making sure Deadpool was gone before sighing to myself and rolling up my mask to eat. As I chewed on a taco, I wondered just what I would need to say to get the Avengers to help. ‘What did I get myself into’ I thought, as I finished the rest of the tacos, and went back on patrol.