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mxrvelfreak · 6 years ago

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spideypool fic ; pt 1

smaknfdkjsal im trying i really am, so here is this, i hope you enjo Y?

[[FYI, PETER IS OF AGE!! no underage shit going on here]]

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[Peter Parker]

The cold night air rushes through my suit. I push my mask up to take a bite of my sandwich. I sigh of relief. It feels nice to look over the city from a high up view (the top of my apartment building), and watch all the city lights and cars. I can even see groups of people walk together to a near club or to a restaurant.

College has been stressing me out. I’m lucky enough to have Ned and MJ in the same college, but the work amount is more than I thought. I still live with Aunt May, mostly because I don’t want to leave her alone, I’ve all she’s got left, and also because I’m broke as hell.

I finish my sandwich and take the time to stretch my muscles. I love moments like these, where nothing else in the world matters and all I pay attention to is my senses. Talking of senses, the back of my head tingles weirdly, and I know something is up. I whip my head to the direction of my tingles and pull my mask down. I run and sling to building to building until I finally sense that the trouble is right here.

It’s a dark alleyway, but I can hear two male voices. I crawl down the building to reach the ground. Goddamnit, Deadpool.

“You killed your own fucking grandma, you sicko. A defenseless sweet grandma. You’re going to learn your lesson by me, returning the favor,” Deadpool says, holding his katana, and raising it up. I instantly web his hand and pull him back to the ground. I web the grandma-killer to the wall.

“Again, Deadpool?” I say. He groans and looks up at me.

“Sorry, baby boy, I couldn’t help myself!”

“Told you not to call me that,” I mumble. I blush under the mask at his nickname for me. I’d die if he saw my blush. I web the criminal in a little cocoon so I can drop him off easily at the station. Deadpool tends to get a little violent. Actually, a lot. He promised that he wouldn’t do things like this, but here we are. I can usually calm him down easily. “C’mon, help me take this guy to the station,” I say, dragging the trapped murder.

“I’d love to sweetums, but you forgot the super-strong-sticky-jizz that’s stuck on my hand.”

I sigh and help him get unstuck to my web.

We drop off the murder at the station, with Deadpool waiting a street away. If he got arrested, he’d get multiple life sentences in prison with just the evidence they have on him. Why am I friends with this guy? He’s straight up a murderer, but yet he can make me blush with only two words. I met him a few months ago, when he yelled at me “IT’S WEDNESDAY MY DUDES, AHHHHHH.”

I leave the station and tag along with him. I’ve never actually had someone who actually wanted to fight with me, so yeah, I guess I’m kind of clingy to him. Even though he drives me absolutely insane. “Need a walk home? It’s late out, and I don’t want anything bad to happen,” he winks at me.

“I can walk and defend myself, Deadpool,” I say.

“Call me Wade, from now on. Just so you know what to scream when I fu--”

“YEAH! Nice name!” I cut him off. There was something up with him today, he never used this much dirty jokes. Plus, why was he even telling me his name? Did he really trust me that much? Should I tell him my name? What the hell are you supposed to do?!

“You alright? You froze up on me,” Wade poke my cheek.

“Huh? Hah, sorry,” I awkwardly say. I realize we’re almost at my house, and I stop walking. The last thing I want is him knowing where I live. “Well, uh, this is where I gotta leave,” I say, painfully awkward.

“See you ‘round, baby boy.” He waves and turns around to leave. I bit my lip.

“Wade?”

He turns around and tilts his head. “Just call me Peter.”

I can see his mask shift into a smile.

“Okay, Peter.” He waves and then skips off. I don’t even realize I’m smiling.

My eyes flutter to close. I gotta pay attention in this class. I’m so tired. I shouldn’t have stayed up that long outside, but then again, I wouldn’t have stopped that murder, and Wade killing another bad guy. Wade. Jesus Christ, that guy is always on my mind. I’ve never seen him actually violent. He’s always so goofy and stupid with me, even though I know he’s broken inside.

Sometimes I wish I could take off his mask. Even if he tell me his face is messed up, I still want to. It’s like I can hear his smile. My stomach does a flip whenever he laughs. I don’t think I’ve ever had this much of a crush on a guy. Like yeah, Chris Pine is the hottest human being on the earth, but it’s not like he can make me feel what Wade makes me feel.

“Peter?” Ned nudges me.

“Huh?” I jump.

“What are you thinking about?” Ned winks at me. “About WaDeEe?”

I visibly choke on my spit. I told him everything when I got home last night. Surprisingly, he was awake, crying about his student loans. “Ned-- stop.”

“You’re not denying, Petey!” Ned giggles. I groan and roll my eyes.

I get home and fall onto the ground from my heavy backpack and exhaustion. I grunt and push my backpack away and lay in a fetal position.

“Peter, someone is here to see you!” Aunt May chimes.

“In a minute,” I grumble. I hear someone walk over to me, and they smell heavily of expensive cologne and faintly shawarma.

“Get up, kid. I gotta talk to you,” he pokes me with his foot. I look up, and of course it’s Mr. Stark. I rub the tiredness out of my eyes and get up. I run my hands through my hair to try and look at least decent, but I know I look like a zombie, and Mr. Stark’s concerned stare proves it.

“Alright, well, I’m going to go run some errands and leave you two at it, okay?” Aunt May smiles. We both nod. Aunt May knows about the Spiderman thing, and she’s often strict about it, so I do still have to sneak out, but she’s more comfortable when I’m with someone like Mr. Stark with me. Aunt May leaves and Mr. Stark instantly starts to talk.

“You’re becoming friends with Deadpool?! Peter, you have no idea how dangerous he is! You have to stay away from him,” Mr. Stark sternly yells at me.

“He really isn’t that bad, Mr. Stark,” I grouse.

“Peter, do you know what kinds of crimes he has commited?!”

“Yes! I do. He’s not doing that stuff anymore,” I’m lying a little on that one. He’s trying to stop, but thanks to me, I’m helping him.

“I don’t trust him to be around you.”

“Stop acting like a dad. I didn’t leave my class to be lectured again,” I groan.

“I may not be your father, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you like one.”

Wait, hold up. “You love me?” Honestly, Uncle Ben has been close on being a father, but he’s dead. Mr. Stark has been really close to being one of them. My pops and my Uncle Ben. The problem is that if I do start becoming attached to Mr. Stark, something bad will happen, and then he’ll be gone.

Mr. Stark just looks at me. “I care about you, kid. And if anything were to happen to you, especially because of him-- I wouldn’t know how to deal.”

I look a him for a second and tackle him for a hug. “Oh--! Okay.” Mr. Stark awkwardly pats me on the back and head. I feel safer whenever I hug Mr. Stark, I guess that’s why I like hugging him. Plus, he smells good. He pulls away from me.

“Don’t worry, by the way. Wade wouldn’t hurt me,” I say. Mr. Stark raises an eyebrow.

“Why are you so sure about that?”

My body decides to blush. “It’s-- I-- he just wouldn’t.”

“Do you have something to tell me, Peter? Is something going on between you two?”

“What? No-- pfft. I’m not gay, what are you talking about? Vaginas, am I right?”

Mr. Stark looks at me unimpressed. “Peter, I am gay. I’m dating Stephen-- I thought I told you this?”

“WHAT?!” I scream. Mr. Stark looks at me weirdly. “I-- what? I never knew?”

“I know a gay when I see one, Peter.”

“Fine. Maybe I’m bi, okay? And maybe he’s been like flirting with me hardcore, and maybe I kinda have crush on the guy, but look, I can’t imagine him hurting me!”

Mr. Stark sighs. “Maybe it’s because you’ve got a huge crush on him. Just, please, know what you’re doing. If he ever comes as close as laying a finger on you, I’ll pay him 10,000 to stay away from you, I swear.”

I laugh and nod. “I gotta go now, but take care, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Mr. Stark fluffs my hair and exits the door. That was weird. I laugh a little. Mr. Stark came all the way here to warn me about Wade, even though he could’ve just called me about it.

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wait for pt 2!!! ;) thanks for reading!

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mxrvelfreak · 6 years ago

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spideypool fic; pt 2

hello my children, you’ve waited enough

if you haven’t read pt 1 GO DO THAT ! alright i hope you enjoy

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After a brief nap, and basically eating everything in the fridge, I put on my suit and sneak out the window. I do basic patrolling, like helping people cross the streets, or help carry bags to someone’s car. Of course, something goes wrong real quick.

I walk into a tunnel to continue the full circle I always take when I’m patrolling. I get my spidey tingles and my head instantly turn to the left. I hear clunking and yelling. I sprint to the area that I sensed. I see a gang with guns, and that oh-so familiar red suit. Wade’s swinging his katana to try and take a hit on these guys, but they’re shooting their SMGs relentlessly.

I sneak up on them and start to web them. I rip their SMGs out of their hands and smash it into the other side of the wall. Wade slashes into one of the guys’ arm, and the guy falls down, screaming. There are three guys still standing, and I kick one to the floor and web him.

The next thing I know is a terrible shooting pain near my hip. I cry out and fall to the ground.

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[Wade Wilson]

“Peter!” I scream. Fuck, fuck, fuck, he got shot. I slam my katana in the guy’s throat that shot him. He falls down weakly. The other guy looks scared and I motion him to run. He does. I run to Peter and shake him. He doesn’t respond. “Peter, please,” I whimper. This is my fault. This is all my fucking fault.

But, fortunately, Peter groans and rolls over to me. I pick him up bridal style and run out of the scene. My place shouldn’t be hard to run to, so might as well. I sprint to my house, and I finally get there.

It’s an apartment, so I have to sneak in. I walk over to my room and laying Peter down. I don’t want to take off his mask, because I know I’d kill someone if anyone did that to me, but I can see blood seep through. I hesitantly take of his mask and--

Damn. Is he a fucking angel? Because he looks like one. His brown curls are plastered to his face from sweat. His eyelashes are really long and his lips are slightly parted. Thank god, he only scraped the side of his head. I run to the bathroom and shuffle through the closet and find the first aid kit. I get back to Peter and open the rubbing alcohol to clean his wound. I press the cotton ball into the wound and bandage it.

I go to working on the gunshot wound and peel his suit off until I get to his waist. Goddamn, he was fit as fuck. I feel my face get a little hot, but I convince myself that I don’t like this twink. The gunshot went completely through his hip, which was good so I didn’t have to try and fish out the bullet. I clean it with rubbing alcohol, and Peter starts to groan and whimper. My poor baby boy. It must burn like hell. He’s still unconscious, so I wrap it up with another bandage.

I figured I’d take off his suit to change him into more comfortable clothes that I have. ‘We’ll finally see him naked!’ the yellow boxes sparkle. ‘Well, close to naked. That’s the closest we’ll ever get to see him naked,’ the white box huffs. I ignore the boxes and grab a loose grey shirt. I go back to Peter and already my face seems to go red. I’m not gonna look. I’m just gonna put on this shirt and leave him be. I look to the side and pull off his red suit. I focus on his torso and put on the shirt carefully. As I pull down the shirt to his hips, my mouth goes dry.

This fucking guy is wearing a thong. I’m can’t think straight. I lick my lip and clear my throat. ‘Put boxers on this twink!’ ‘No, no, let us enjoy the view!’ Shut up! I scramble to find something to put on his lower half. I grab boxers and put it over his thong. Holy shit.

I leave the room and sigh. I just did that. The fuck is my problem? I can’t breathe properly, but I don’t discard my mask. Guess I’ll sleep on the couch.

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[Peter Parker]

Uuuuugggghhhh. Everything hurts in my body. I open my eyes, and I feel a little panic set in. Where am I? I try to sit up, but I can’t everything hurts. I let out a little panicked yell and whimper. My suit is on the ground too. Someone fucking undressed me?!

After a second, I remember what happened in the tunnel. Wade. He had to have done this. That means he saw me without my mask. And I’m in his bed right now.

Wade bursts in the room.

“Are you okay? Does anything hurt?” He panickly says. He’s still wearing his stupid mask?!

“Everything hurts, you big idiot. I got shot,” I grunt. He runs to me and pull the blankets down. Fuuu-- I’m wearing one of his shirts? That’s what I’m assuming because it smells like him. And-- boxers?! I nearly have an asthma attack. He lifts it up and checks my bandages.

“It seems fine. Just wait it out, okay?”

“Yeah, whatever.” I look at his dumb mask. “Wade, can you take that off?!”

He pauses and look up at me. “No.”

“Seriously? You saw me basically naked, and I can’t even see your face?”

“Peter, it’s not because of my face. I have bad scars. I look like a fucking scrotum.”

“I don’t care!” I say, trying to get up and snatch it from his face. Instead, I make my wound worse. I feel a little rip and I feel something warm. I look down and the bandage soaks up.

“Lay down,” he commands. He pushes my chest down and I groan in pain. I swallow my sad frail cries. My eyes water and I bit the inside of my cheek not to bawl. “Shit,” I can hear Wade mumble. “Don’t cry--fuck.”

“I’m not crying,” I say, my voice cracking many times. That wasn’t convincing at all.

“If I take off my mask, will you stop crying?” Wade says reluctantly. I smile and nod my head a little too fast. I can hear him sigh and start pulling off his mask. I can see his chin and his lips. It is really badly scarred. He pulls it completely off in one motion.

He isn’t ugly. At all. Yes, he’s scarred and bald, but crap, he still looks good. His jawline and the way his face is sculpted makes me even more weak. I completely forget about the pain when I’m looking at his face. His eyes dart anywhere except my eyes. “See? Scrotum.”

I laugh a little and say, “No. I don’t see it.” I shift closer to him and touch his face with my palm. He finally looks at me. I trace the scars with my fingers. His skin isn’t rough, it’s fairly smooth, but you can still feel the indents in his skin.

Suddenly, a beep goes off. We both get startled. I retreat my hand and he stands up.

“I forgot about the chicken nuggets, shit!” he yells, sliding through the hall to the kitchen. I let out a breathy laugh. I lay back my head on the pillow.

“Hey, Wade?” I call.

“Yeah, baby boy?” Glad to know he’s back to normal.

“Can I have your phone so I can call my aunt?”

Wade giggles and soon comes back with chicken nuggets and a phone. “What’s so funny?” I ask. He hands me the phone and sits down with the chicken nuggets. He leans on his hands and bats his eyes.

“Oh, nothing,” he slurs. I shake my head and laugh. I dial May’s phone number and she answers on the first ring.

“Hello?” she instantly says over the speaker.

“Hi, it’s Peter, I’m--” I start.

“Where the hell were you?! I was worried sick!” she yells over the phone. I flinch automatically.

“I’m sorry! I ended up at a friends house and I have to stay there for a while.”

“A ‘friend’? Who is this ‘friend’?” she interrogates me. Wade looks at me and winks.

“I’m his boyf--” Wade taunts.

“YOU DON’T KNOW HIM, he’s from a different part of New York!” I yell over him. I can hear her pause and then she lets out a little laugh.

“Alright. Just be safe, sweetie.” I say goodbye and end the call quickly. Wade takes a bite of his chicken nugget and sighs in content.

“God, you are adorable,” he comments.

“Shut up and give me a chicken nugget,” I wail. Wade giggles and kneels up to come eye to eye with me. Wade laughing face makes me want to reach up and kiss him. His smile lines are so cute and it’s more than what I imagined his face to look like while he’s laughing.

“Open wide,” he coos while aiming at my mouth with the chicken nugget. I press my lips together in a tight line. “That’s not the first time I’m gonna say that to you--”

“Can you go a day without saying shit like that?!” I hiss. Wade just smiles and pushes the nugget on my lips. I hesitantly open my mouth and let him feed me. I know for a fact I’m blushing, but I ignore it.

“Good boy,” he laughs. I look away and huff. After him eating a couple more, and me asking for one, but him feeding me anyways, I ask him to help me sit up. “You’re going to make the gunshot wound worse!”

“Please, I can’t even feel any pain!” I lie. I do feel a little pain, but I’m sure I’m fine.

“Okay, but if you start whining, it’s your fault,” Wade scolds me. I roll my eyes. I start struggling to get up and he helps me prop up the pillows in the right way and he lifts my body easily. Surprisingly, no pain. Maybe it’s because I’m focused on how softly he’s holding my hips. “No pain?”

For reasons I don’t want to admit, my words seem to falter, so I just shake my head. He raises an eyebrow and lifts up my shirt. The bandage is soaking with blood. Shit. “Jesus fucking christ!” He runs off to probably get a new bandage.

“It doesn’t hurt though,” I mutter, inspecting it by myself. He comes back with a cotton pad, a cloth, and surgical tape. He unwraps my bandage, which slightly hurts, but I can deal. Blood just pours. Wade grabs the cloth really quick and mops it up. That hurts like hell. I shriek.

“Sorry, sorry, I know.” I grit my teeth and groan. He places the cotton pad and starts to tape it. I lift myself up so he can go to my back and tape it all the way. He’s basically hugging me now. He goes fully around and tears the tape off. I rest on the pillows now.

“Hey,” I say.

“Yeah?”

“You smell like sweat,” I comment.

“Fuck you too, Peter.”

I grin. “Fine, if it bothers you so much, then I’ll change,” he says. Wade goes to the closet and finds a old, probably bought at a thrift store, shirt that looks ugly, but also ridiculously comfortable. He grabbed basketball shorts too. He starts to strip off his suit, and I make a weird noise in my throat.

“WoAh-- uh, you’re changing now and here?” I say, my voice being stupid and crackling every word. He turns to me and laughs.

“What, you can’t handle my body?” he winks. I roll my eyes and shake my head. He continues to take off his shirt and my subconcious self forces my eyes to stare. Damn. His body looks like some kind of greek god. My mouth goes dry and I have to lick my lips. He basically naked now, with only his boxers covering up. My eyes dart to his bulge. Something is very wrong with me, but I’m too zoned in on him. “Aren’t you a thirsty spider?”

My eyes trail up to his face and Wade looking at me with a smug look. I open my mouth to say something to protest, but nothing comes out. Here we go again.

“Please shut up, okay?” I plead.

“Whatever you say!” he winks for the hundredth time today. He puts on the shirt and shorts. I’m an idiot.

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that was far longer update than i expected ppffft. thank you sm for reading and wait for pt 3 ! <3

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