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‘I thought you said this was a shortcut!’
‘It is it is! Relax baby boy-’
A rope of ragged webbing shoots from beneath Peter’s wrists, attaching itself to the window of a post office building. Wade tightens his grip around Spider-Man's collar with his forearms- Peter pretends not to notice as they swing around the urban neighbourhoods. Gasping abruptly, Wade throws his face forward, waving his finger above the two of them like an excited child at the zoo.
‘HERE! Swing up over here and land on that roof!’ Wade pesters.
‘Did you have to gasp?! I nearly missed the shot-’ Peter quips back.
‘Sorry mom, your little tingle didn't sense that? I thought you’d have adjusted to me by now.’ He pouts through his thick leather mask, still managing to express every nuance of emotion despite the heartless design.
‘The fact I don’t start my days with a migraine by working with you is a miracle.’
Gracefully, Peter jumps up to the edge of the roof, plopping Wade down onto the steel. He lands with both feet tucked in together, and his arms stuck out to his sides, palms facing opposite directions. He makes contact with a little ‘hup!’. Peter scoffs, half-smiling, before realizing his situation.
‘This isn’t a shortcut to Avengers Tower, Deadpool.’ Peter states sternly, crossing his arms.
Wade strides up and past Spidey, standing half a head taller than the vigilante (Peter blames the boots he’s wearing, although he knows it’s not true), and looks out into the slowly setting sun as it paints the reflections of New York in a warm glow.
‘Oh yeah I lied, sorry not sorry!’
Peter spins around abruptly, unable to hide his frustration.
‘What?!’
‘I knew you wouldn’t listen to me otherwise. Plus, you hate working with them at the moment- I thought you were gonna hand in your resignation letter.’ Wade turns his head to the side with confusion.
Spidey sighs in exasperation.
‘I thought I would have, but I’m learning a lot from them, as much as I didn’t want Spider-Man being an Avenger.’
‘Kinda defeats the point of the ‘friendly neighbourhood’ part, right? That’s like if All Might joined NASA: the symbol of peace: Interstellar addition!’ Wade replies, attempting to recreate the hero’s voice and failing miserably. Peter chuckles softly at the unrecognizable impression.
‘No clue what you’re referencing but, sure.’
Deadpool tucks his shoulders together as he gives Peter a small double-thumbs-up. ‘Don’t worry about it.’
Peter returns his focus to Wade’s motivations.
‘Why did you bring me here exactly? If it's nothing, then I really do have to report back.’
Wade stares back out into the skyline as he crouches to sit with his legs dangling over the side of the roof. He pats for Peter to join next to him, to which he follows as Wade explains.
‘You need a break, and this is the best view of the rest of the city from Queens I’ve found! Figured I’d let you in on my little secret~!’ Deadpool giggles to himself.
‘Nothing about you is secret Wade Wilson. You never think before you speak. You literally stated your legal name at your Avengers interview.’ Spidey states as he stands next to the masked mercenary.
‘Not like they accepted me anyways!’ Wade laughs. ‘Also, you’d be surprised how much you don’t know about me.’ He turns to look up at Spidey after a brief pause. ‘I bet you're dying to know now.’ Provoking Peter with a smirk.
A soft flurry of heat rises to Peter’s cheeks under the mask, but he blames standing and staring into the sun to brush off the thought. ‘Keep pretending you’re mysterious if it makes you feel better Wade.’ Deadpool swoons internally over hearing Spider-Man casually using his name. He wonders if Spidey feels the same when he calls him nicknames. It’s not like he knows his real name, but he’s okay with that. Whatever makes him feel comfortable; which makes up the reason why he brought him to the spot.
Between urgent, meaningless meetings from the Avengers to villains getting out of jail every other weekday because the prison can’t keep up with mutates mutating and brainiacs braining too quickly- Spider-Man hasn’t had a moment of rest. Not to mention his day job of getting yelled at by Jameson because he can’t get a close shot of Daredevil’s hair follicles to match the article of the day; Wade doesn’t know that half, but he knows Spidey’s struggling to keep up.
‘For the record, this spot is decent, but I still think my spot is better.’ Peter cuts in after a moment.
‘No way- Spidey has a little Spidey-spot?’ Wade raises the pitch of his voice to mock Peter.
‘You make that sound wrong.’ Peter rolls his eyes.
‘I gotta be the judge of it now! Take me there!’ Wade pleads.
‘You’re hardly qualified to judge- and I’m definitely not telling you. I need my own space too.’
‘That’s what you have man-dens for. A viewpoint is to be shared with those you care about!’ Wade exclaims, pushing his hands out into the world.
‘And is that why you brought me to yours? Because you care about me?’ Peter taunts, half wondering why he’s even asking.
Wade comes to a stand and places a palm on Peter’s shoulder, their bodies in opposite directions as the whites of their masks point towards one another. Deadpool drops his voice to a sultry low.
‘Wouldn’t you like to know baby boy~’
Peter hitches his breath without his brain’s permission, not noticing he’s holding it as Wade begins to walk to the emergency exit. Wade tilts his head up, feeling chuffed with his comment.
‘See ya around Webs!’ He cheers with his hand waving goodbye.
Peter stupidly waves back, as if Wade could even see when he’s got his ridiculously broad back to him. Spidey awkwardly tucks the hand he waved under his armpit, questioning why he’s embarrassed.
And questioning why he’s questioning himself so much. His spiralling thoughts are cut short by an irritating alert on his phone titled ‘STARK MEETING’, prompting him to leave the dusk to rest.
God how badly he wants to quit.