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He just wouldn’t shut up. It had been hours, nothing unusual for him, but Peter just couldn’t take it any longer. Deadpool needed to shut up. So unbeknownst to Deadpool, Spiderman- in an act he thought brilliant at the moment- rolled up his mask to the tip of his nose, leaned over and rolled up Deadpool’s.
“Hey, Spidey, what- mmph!”
His words were muffled by Spiderman’s lips on his. Deadpool froze, so Peter figured that kissing him had been a terrible idea, and that he was going to die any second now, when Deadpool started kissing back. Even with his endless chatter, jokes that weren’t funny, and just general ability to tick everyone off, his lips were warm and eager as they stood on the roof. Peter decided that this was definitely the best kiss he’d ever had. Oh man, Mary Jane is never going to let me live that one down.
Peter broke the kiss as he stepped back. Deadpool leaned forward subconsciously, startled by the loss of contact.
“I’ve got to go,” Peter said, releasing a web onto the nearby building. He stood on the ledge and jumped, “Don’t follow me!” he said as he swong out of sight.
“Heh, that was something,” he said pulling his mask back down.