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“Don’t make me say it again,” Peter warned and jumped from the windowsill into Deadpool’s apartment.
“But I didn’t hear you. The TV was too loud.” He turned the TV on to prove his point.
Peter just shook his head and sighed loudly. “For once, I need you,” he repeated and he hated every single word of it. He needed Deadpool. Peter had hoped that this day wouldn’t come ever. Now it was here and it was accompanied with Deadpool dancing around him, singing “Spidey needs me”.
Peter sighed again, reached out for Wade and stopped him in his motion. And suddenly Deadpool looked at him, totally serious, or Peter thought it was serious. You couldn’t quite tell with the mask. “So where do you need me? Top? Bottom? I can do both!”
At once images popped up in his head from Deadpool hovering above him. Peter shook his head. No, no, no! “A mission, Wade. I need you for a mission!”
Deadpool clanked his feet together and saluted. “At your service, Webs.”
Good! This was better. Way better. “Then let’s go.”
Peter turned around and stopped again when Deadpool laid his arm around his shoulder. “Does this mean I can ride you now?”
“What?”
“I saw Black Widow do it. Please tell me, I can ride you.”
Peter didn’t want to tell him that but if he was honest to himself this was the fastest way to move. He could survive one time. Hopefully there were no photographers around who would ban this image on a photo. “Okay, yes,” Peter mumbled.
At once Deadpool hopped on his back. “So what’s the mission about?”
“To save the Avengers!”
“Uuuh, nice. Dibs on the Cap,” Deadpool shouted into his ear. “Oh, and Thor! You can have Tin Man.”
Peter sighed again before jumping on the windowsill and shooting a web sling. This would get an exhausting mission.