Peter had gotten used to life as a college drop-out but that didn’t make it any less embarrassing to see old friends - especially MJ. So much had changed for both of them in the year it’d been since they’d last seen one another, she was now married and mother of a precious baby girl, he on the other hand had dropped out and been forced to move back into his childhood bedroom at his aunt’s house.
The town house Mary Jane shared with her husband and daughter was sleek, white and modern. The late afternoon sun cast a dappled light through the room, sparkling of the rose gold frames of wedding photos and family portraits that covered the walls. Peter sat on the beige couch fidgeting nervously as he listened to MJ quietly gossip about their old high school friends while cradling her baby in her arms. She apologised that Peter couldn’t hold Annabeth right now as the small baby was currently bonded to her arm. She showed Peter where their skin was fused together.
“She’s just at that age where babies start sticking to their parents,” MJ explained. “She'll come unstuck in about ten minutes I think, than you can hold her, isn't she beautiful?”
“I thought babies stuck to their parents from birth?” Peter spoke quietly so he wouldn't disturb Annabeth.
“No they don’t, silly.” MJ laughed. “The love has to be felt both ways I think, that’s what the nurse told me anyway, babies need time to get to know you before the bond occurs.” MJ smiled at Annabeth who was resting sleepily in her arms.
“Here I think she’s unstuck now, you can hold her.” MJ gently placed the baby in Peter’s lap and moved his arms into the correct position so he was supporting her neck. “Isn’t she beautiful?”
Peter looked down at the baby's face, she had rosebud lips and was frowning up at him confusedly. “She really is MJ, you must be proud.”
“Of course.” MJ beamed. “But Peter how rude of me, I haven’t asked you how you are?”
“Oh you know,” Peter shrugged gently. “Just work, work and hey for something different some more work.”
“Ned told me you have two jobs now?”
“Yeah I’m working at Delmar’s, as well as my photography job at the Bugle.”
“Delmar’s, you mean the deli?” MJ frowned.
“Yeah I mean, it’s just temporary, but Mr. Delmar’s a good boss.” Peter winced, feeling self conscious about his minimum wage job.
“And I heard you left college before graduating?”
“Oh yeah, um... I did.” Peter felt uneasy, he wasn’t proud of dropping out, he hugged the small baby in his arms a little closer. “It’s just, it was to much with patrolling, and work, but I am going to go back, I’m just taking this semester off.”
“Oh Peter, I know you will, you’re so smart and there’s nothing wrong with taking some time, but have you thought about giving up Spider-Man for a while? Just until you finish studying?”
Peter shook his head. “No, I can’t do that, Spider-Man is to important.”
“I know he is,” MJ sighed. “It’s just a shame that’s all, I worry about you.”
“Oh no please don’t worry, it’s okay really, I’m on track for next year, I promise.”
“That’s great honey.” MJ started gathering up some of the baby toys that were scattered around the floor. “And how have things been for Spider-Man?”
“Good,” Peter smiled. “It’s really good actually”.
“That’s great Peter, I’m glad. I’ve seen a lot of positive media coverage for him, I mean you.”
“Oh, awesome,” Peter squeaked feeling even more awkward than when they had been talking about his job at Delmar’s (how was that possible).
“Oh Peter guess what?” MJ clutched his arm. “I got a part on a TV show.”
“Wow that’s so amazing MJ. What show?”
“It’s a crime drama, it’s just coming out so you won’t know it. Isn’t it exciting though? It’s not a lead role or anything but I’m pretty stoked, we’re going to have a party here to watch the first episode when it airs, you'll come won't you?”
Peter gently stroked the babys arm. “I wouldn’t miss it.”
They talked for a while longer and than he was standing in the doorway and MJ was hugging him goodbye. He felt relieved to get outside into the cool night air. It was good to catch up but something about seeing MJ left him feeling low. He changed into his Spider-Man suit and webbed his way home, the thrill of swinging between buildings cleared his head better than anything else.
A loud bang from above scattered the pigeons who had gathered around Peter. A rope unfurled beside him and Peter looked up to see a man wearing a red and black suit, that covered him head to toe, clambering over the side of the building. The man abseiled towards him startlingly fast and came to a sudden stop beside Peter.
“Spider-Man!” the man grinned at him as he swung on the end of the rope. The grin was obvious even through the mask that covered his face. “I knew it was you, I saw you from down below and thought it was about time I introduced myself.”
“Deadpool's my name.” The man stuck his gloved hand out. “Team ups my game.”
Peter took Deadpool's hand, who shook it vigorously. “Ah Deadpool? I don't normally run into people halfway up a building.”
“Well I'm not surprised it was a mission getting here Spidey.” Deadpool unhooked himself from the rope and sat down next to Peter, swinging his legs which dangled precariously over the shallow ledge. Which was feeling a lot more cramped now that Deadpool's bulky frame was hogging most of the space.
“So what do you think?” Deadpool asked.
“Think of what?” Peter sipped at his coffee.
“A team up Spidey, imagine it, you and me, we could be Team Awesome, Team Kick Ass, Team Red, although Team Red we’d have to invite Daredevil to join us.”
“Oh um, I haven’t considered being part of a team up.” That was a lie, he'd often fantasized about teaming up with Captain America or Black Widow but the avengers didn't seem to know he existed.
Deadpool put one arm around Spidey's shoulder the other gesturing towards the city. “Think of it Spidey, all the good we could do if we worked together. The criminals we’d take down.” He snatched the coffee out of Peter’s hands, pushed his mask up, and finished it in one swig. “The little old ladies we could save.”
Annoyed over the stolen coffee Peter shifted from the ledge and used his sticky fingers to cling to the wall. “Honestly I don't know if you'll be able to keep up with me.” He began climbing towards the roof.
“Oh I can definitely keep up, don't even worry little spider.” Deadpool leaped to his feet and franticly started attaching the rope back to his harness.
Peter reached the top of the building and jumped gracefully onto the roof, he looked back down and was surprised to see Deadpool not that far behind him. He was pulling himself up the rope at a ridiculous speed, Peter couldn't help but be a little impressed.
Deadpool pulled himself over the edge of the roof. “See, I can keep up.” He wheezed “Piece of cake, Spidey.”
“What does a team up entail, exactly?”
“Oh just the usual superhero stuff.” Deadpool began pulling the rope up. “Save some people, land some sick superhero moves, maybe even get some good press.”
“I don't think you'll get good press hanging around me, the Bugle hates me.”
“No one listens to the Bugle Spidey, everyone knows the public loves you, I could use a bit of that you know, it's hard being a hero with a reputation like mine.”
“Wait, what is your reputation?” Peter took a step back suddenly unsure about the large man.
“You haven’t heard of me?” Deadpool sounded disappointed. “Ah, it’s, I suppose it’s a little dicey, but that's all behind me Spidey.” Deadpool waved his hand in the air as though he could flick the past away. “I want to be a proper superhero now I want people to look up to me, like they do you.”
Deadpool had finished spooling up the rope and had stuffed it into one of the many pockets on his belt. Peter noted the two katanas strapped to his back, the holstered guns, one on each thigh, and the knife hilt sticking out from the top of his left boot.
“I dunno.” Peter hesitated, unsure what to make of the man.
“You’d be in charge,” Deadpool raised his hands in the air. “Promise to do everything you say.” he winked through his mask.
“I guess we could do a trial run.” Peter hoped he wasn’t making a reckless decision.
“Wait, did you say yes?” Deadpool looked altogether too pleased.
“Not exactly, we'll do one patrol together and see how it goes.”
“That was easier than I thought.”
“Don't get excited I said just a trial run, one time.” Peter held up a finger for emphasis.
“Oh Spidey you've made me the happiest super hero in the world.” Deadpool stepped forward, arms reaching out, Peter backed up quickly avoiding the hug.
“Meet me on Saturday and we'll patrol together.” Peter jumped off the roof and webbed himself away before Deadpool could answer.
“So all the data we've collated so far is really starting to build us a picture of what the actual underlying cause of the bond is.” Ned spoke around a mouthful of pizza. “It's actually going against a lot of conventional wisdom Like for instance, did you know that a bond cannot be formed if there isn't feelings on both sides. Like, I think that's such a widely held belief that the bond can be caused by just one person's feelings because it means that people can save face when they stick to someone they shouldn’t.”
“Avoiding embarrassment is a pretty strong motivator.” Peter enthusiastically attacked his slice of pizza.
“Oh yeah, that seems to be the conclusion, I mean imagine you're married and suddenly you stick to your coworker, how do you explain that away.”
“Are you just studying adults?” Peter asked.
“Oh no, we're studying across all ages, some of the results we're findings about teenagers are also going to be really embarrassing for a lot of people, because the general public believes that puberty causes people to get stuck to others almost at random.” Ned paused to gulp down some of his drink. “That isn't the case at all, it still has to be caused by two people feeling a strong loving emotion towards each other, the only difference is when you're going through puberty you're feelings can change pretty rapidly.”
“But you can imagine how big an impact this research is going to have when it comes out. Like, see celebrities, for example, they go to such extremes to avoid contact with anyone, even covering themselves completely when they're in public, that's actually not necessary at all,” Ned explained excitedly.
“And it's going to make some instances of bonding a lot more difficult to explain, you're not going to be able to blame just one person for causing all the issues.” He concluded.
Peter had stopped eating, instead choosing to stare at his plate morosely.
“Oh, sorry man,” Ned finally noticed Peter's dejected look. “Are you thinking about that time?”
“I was trying not to think about that time,” Peter replied.
“Hey it's okay, we all get stuck in strange ways during high school.” Ned reached over for the half slice left on Peter's plate. “You gonna eat this?”
Peter pushed the pizza towards him. “Yeah it's just that's gotta be the most embarrassing thing I've ever done.”
“Well look on the bright side, the research shows that it's never unrequited, so when you got stuck to MJ she must have had feelings for you too.”
“I think that make it worse?”
Ned didn’t answer, instead chewing loudly while Peter relived the horrible memory of getting stuck to MJ in 10th grade and even though MJ had been really kind about it, the rest of the school had not.
“Sooo how is the,” Ned lowered his voice to a stage whisper. “Spidey stuff going?”
“Oh yeah it's going usual, as usual.”
“Any ‘Man in the Chair’ work you need me to do?”
“Nah.” Peter pulled out his wallet searching for change to cover his half of the meal. “Oh wait, there is one thing, have you heard of a superhero called Deadpool?”
In a second Ned had his tablet out of his bag and was searching Deadpool. “Hmm, there’s no superhero named Deadpool.”
“There's a mercenary though, is this him?” Ned shoved the tablet under Peter's nose, showing him multiple pictures of the red clad man from the rooftop.
“Yeah that's him.”
“He sounds kind of dangerous Peter.” Ned was taping at the screen of the tablet bringing up different search results about Deadpool. “Is he a new archnemesis?”
“No actually he wants to team up with me, to fight crime.”
“Oh” Ned stopped what he was doing and looked at Peter. “Is that a good idea? It says here he’s very dangerous.”
“He said he wants to be a superhero.”
“Are you sure he’s not trying to trick you?”
“I said I'd meet him on Saturday for a trial run at it.” Peter nervously fidgeted with the change sitting on top of the bill. “Honestly, I have no idea though”.
“Hmm” Ned thought for a moment. “You have to message me everything that happens! And message me when your patrol finishes so that I know you’re alive, and tell me exactly what he's like, and if you think he's actually a good guy or not, don’t leave me out of the loop this time.”
“I wouldn’t dare” Peter laughed.
After they finished their meal Ned headed back to the lab. Peter put on his spider-man suit and headed to the rooftops to take some pictures for the daily bugle. Taking photos of himself and selling them was so embarrassing, but the bugle paid good money and he couldn't afford to stop doing it, at least not yet.
It was late on Saturday night when Peter made his way to the rooftop, he found Deadpool sitting hunched on top of an air vent scribbling in a notebook. His katanas were strapped to his back and one gun was visible against his thigh. Peter hadn't given Deadpool much thought after his conversation with Ned but now that he was here about to approach the man he found his brain turning over all the info Ned had uncovered, and he was starting to feel nervous.
“Hi Spidey,” Deadpool addressed him without looking up.
Peter suddenly forgot how to stand normally, his palms were sweaty and he felt awkward. “Deadpool.” He tried to arrange his limbs into what he hoped looked like a natural position.
Deadpool swung around to face him a wide grin under his mask. “You showed up.”
“I said I would,” Peter replied.
Peter eyed the weapons on Deadpool’s suit. “I, I don’t hurt the criminals.”
“Oh, like, at all?”
“No, not at all.”
“Oh, oh,” Deadpool tilted his head to the side. “Don’t worry, I'm not in the business of unaliving people these days.”
“Okay, well that-"
“I mean a bullet to the knee sure,” Deadpool interrupted. “A few cuts with Bea here I can't promise I won't, and do the criminals really deserve to have two whole hands? But, I won’t unalive anyone, super hero code right?”
“I'm serious, I don't hurt anyone more than absolutely necessary.”
"Oh me too." Deadpool flapped his hand casually.
“Okay, so long as we’re on the same page on this, I’m a friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man, yaknow, emphasis on the friendly.”
“I know, and don’t worry I wont do anything to tarnish your reputation,” Deadpool held up three fingers. “Scouts honour. Now where do we get started?”
Peter climbed down the building using his sticky fingers, Deadpool opted to abseil. He fell past Peter at an alarmingly fast speed which looked more like a freefall than anything approaching correct abseiling technique. When he reached the ground Deadpool was reorganising one of the pouches on his utility belt. He had pulled out a couple of knives, three ammo cases, two small unlabeled black bottles and a can of Dr Pepper, he carefully coiled the rope and placed it at the bottom of the pouch than stashed everything else on top.
The first superheroing of the night happened when they come across a mugger on Gates Ave. Peter climbed up the building and webbed the gun out of his hand before the man had seen him. The person turned to run but Deadpool was standing behind him and knocked him out with a quick blow to the head. Peter webbed him up and called the police from the criminals phone. He didn't get a chance to stop and check on the victim as they’d already ran away, clearly not wanting to stick around and talk to the two masked men. They left the webbed up man for the police to find and started walking east towards Queens.
As the night continued on Peter found patrolling with Deadpool surprisingly easy, the non stop chatter made for a good distraction and it certainly beat spending all evening thinking and worrying about college, which is how he normally did things. They only ran into small time crooks and Peter had a feeling that it was all a bit easy for the red clad man.
It was the early hours of the morning when they said goodbye and Peter swung home and climbed through his bedroom window. He pulled his phone out of his pocket as he kicked off his suit. Collapsing on his bed he opened up the chat window with Ned, where a bunch of unread messages were waiting for him.
Ned - 12.45am
‘How was it!?’
Ned - 2.31am
Peter quickly scrolled through the dozen or so gifs of people being murdered or buried that Ned had sent.
Ned - 3.47am
‘msg me whn your home?’
Peter - 4.58am
He saw the three dots pop up that meant Ned was typing a reply.
Peter - 4.59 am
Without waiting for a response Peter dropped his phone onto the pillow beside him and fell asleep instantly.
One night Deadpool turned up on their usual rooftop with a bag of takeout to share, Peter was perhaps a little too enthusiastic about it (superhero powers made a person hungry) since then Deadpool regularly brought large bags of food to their patrols.
Deadpool had been true to his word and hadn’t unalived anyone, at least not while he was with Spider-Man. Usually he opted to stop criminals with a bullet in the kneecap, a broken arm or a blow to the head.
Deadpool talked to much, flirted with Spiderman an obscene amount and made enough crude jokes to make a sailor blush, but despite himself Peter found he was enjoying their team up. Deadpool was energetic and chaotic, he made even the most boring patrols fun.
Eventually pictures of Deadpool and Spider-Man ended up in the newspaper, which unfortunately meant that Aunt May now knew about the team up. Peter had a difficult time trying to convince her that it was okay, but eventually, begrudgingly, she accepted it. Perhaps realising there wasn’t much she could do to stop it.
Peter was sitting on the edge of the building sending funny gifs to Ned. He had his old beaten up radio scanner on and the earpiece in. He was listening to see if anything interesting was happening that he might be able to help with, but so far nothing the police couldn't handle on their own.
The sound of someone pulling themselves over the fire escape alerted him to Deadpool's arrival. Deadpool shoved a large bag of food under Peter’s nose, who ripped into it greedily, shoving his phone back into one of the small pockets he had sewn into his suit.
As he was eating Peter tuned out Deadpool’s latest tirade, about how he couldn’t find any hufflepuff socks when every other house was represented, and focused on the scanner in his ear instead. Someone had called the police about suspicious activity they’d seen in a warehouse on 95th Ave but as no one was in immediate danger it sounded like the police weren’t going to make it a priority. Peter interrupted Deadpool’s rant, now about how huffle-tough he was, to explain what he’d just heard. The large man leapt to his feet and together they headed towards the scene.
When they arrived there were a few rough looking individuals standing outside the warehouse. One of the men looked familiar, Peter had fought him before, he was part of a local gang well known for trading firearms. Peter couldn’t see any guns on the men but he was sure they would be armed. They snuck around the back of the building and climbed onto the roof. It took little work for Spider-Man and Deadpool to break in through the skylight, Peter taking the stealthy route of climbing quietly down the wall while Deadpool chose to be a little more dramatic and drop noisily onto the floor in the middle of a criminal meeting.
Everyone paused for a moment while Deadpool grinned wolfishly through his mask. “Sorry boys, didn't mean to ruin your night,” Deadpool unsheathed his Katanas, pointing one at the biggest man there. “Oh wait, yeah I did.”
Deadpool was a red blur of deadly precision, cutting down criminals and sending them flying towards Peter who quickly amassed a small pile of men all tidely incapacitated and webbed up. One non such incapacitated man came lunging at him with a knife, managing to get a few good swipes in and tearing Peter’s suit before being disarmed and thrown with the others. Peter quickly found the cache of guns and broke open the lock, spilling the evidence out over the floor, he called the police from one of the bruner phones he found on the gang and alerted them to the scene currently going down.
When the fight was nearly over Peter took a moment to study his torn suit and exposed left arm. The fabric was shredded into ribbons below the elbow, Peter pulled the ribbons through his fingers wandering if there was any way he could salvage it. If not (and it seemed not) it was going to cost him at least another eighty dollars to buy new fabric, eighty bucks that he absolutely did not have.
With a chain lassoed around a woman's leg Deadpool dragged the last criminal towards the large pile of struggling people that Peter had already webbed up. His grin evident through his red mask. He dumped the woman with the rest of the group, running the chain around a pillar and locking it in place, with a padlock he pulled out of one of his belt pockets.
The sound of sirens approaching the warehouse warned them it was time to go. “Alright fellas, it’s been a thrill but time for this prom to end.” Deadpool looked satisfied as he stood over the group surveying their handiwork.
“Deadpool, here.” Peter had climbed up the wall and reached his hand down towards the other man.
In one swift motion Deadpool jumped onto the pile of criminals - who all groaned and sagged under his weight - using them as a springboard to reach Peter’s outstretched hand.
Peter catapulted him towards the open skylight, using his super strength and Deadpools momentum to propel the large man upwards. What he hadn't counted on was being dragged upwards with him.
His plan had been to let go of Deadpool and let him sail through the skylight alone, but Deadpool didn’t let go of his hand, and yanked him off the wall even in spite of his sticky powers (which - ouch). After a lot of fumbling, and a web or two thrown to the ceiling for extra support, they managed to both scramble onto the roof.
“Hey, let go man!” Peter tried to yank his hand back from Deadpool but only managed to knock the large mercenary off his feet.
“Now that was a botched exit that could not have looked cool.” Deadpool tried to right himself but was thrown off balance when Spiderman tugged at his hand again.
“Seriously let go, give me back my hand,” Peter said in a panic.
“Um Spidey I don't know that I can.”
“Wha, What?” It occurred to Peter that there was one reason that commonly caused two people to be stuck together, but that couldn't be what was happening here.
“We’re stuck together Sweetums.” Deadpool held up his ungloved right hand that was holding on to Spideys left, he loosened his fingers and shook his hand to demonstrate that they were firmly stuck together. Peter felt his stomach drop at the realization of what was actually occurring right now.
“No, this can’t be right.” Peter tugged at his hand again, shaking it frantically trying to disengage from Deadpool. All he managed to do was shake Deadpool around while their hands remained firmly stuck together.
“Spidey, stuck or not we have to go.”
The police were clambering up the outside fire escape trying to reach the two vigilantes on the roof. “Okay, hold on DP.”
“Can’t do much else webs.” Deadpool waved their hands in Peters face to emphasize his point.
Peter leapt off the edge of the roof, webbing himself to the nearest tall building. Not being able to use his left hand made swinging a little difficult so Peter lowered them into an alleyway and they took off at a run.
A few blocks later Peter slowed down. “I think we should get out of sight, onto a rooftop, we don’t want to run into the public like this.” He stopped, looking at the buildings around them. Making a decision Peter walked over and placed one hand on a tall wooden building. “I’ll have to climb with one hand, just hang on to me alright.”
“I think I got that covered, you know considering.”
Once they were safely on top of the building Peter pushed his mask up to his nose. “What the hell happened Deadpool?” Peter’s animated hand gestures pulled Deadpool’s arm around as he talked.
“I don’t know Webs, one of those arseholes pulled my glove off, and now we’re stuck together?”
“That’s not even possible, this is supposed to be a, and, well that’s just, I don’t, it's not possible.”
Deadpool’s stance shrunk, just a tiny bit, but Peter noticed.
“Oh yeah, I, I, I must have caused this,” Deadpool said.
“How could you have caused this?”
“You know I like you right? I dunno, I’ve never stuck to anyone before, but it must just be my giant ass crush.”
“Wait, you have a crush?”
“No! Well ... yeah.”
“Well, stop it!” Peter tried to fold his arms but realised he couldn’t with deadpool’s hand still attached to his. “Look I’m sorry, it’s just this is really inconvenient for me right now, I have work in three hours.”
“It’s not ideal for me either honey bun.”
“You just have to stop, stop thinking about it.” Peter tried again to pull them apart.
“I'm really trying Spidey, it's kinda difficult with you right here tugging on my arm.”
Peter stopped tugging, realising that simply trying to pull his hand off Deadpool wasn't going to do anything. “I’m sorry let’s just, we’ll think about this logically, there must be a way to disconnect.”
“Have you ever heard of anyone being able to forcefully unstick?”
“No I haven't,” Peter sighed.
“We might just have to wait this out Spidey.” Deadpool sat down, leaning against the low wall at the edge of the roof, pulling Peter down beside him.
They sat in silence for a while. Eventually, in a quiet voice, Deadpool asked, “Have you ever been stuck to anyone before?”
“Not since I was a kid.” Peter paused for a moment trying to recall every time he had ever stuck to anyone. “And, ah, maybe a couple of times in high school.” Because how could he forget the most embarrassing moment of his life.
“Ooooo was it Spidey’s first love?”
“No, well not, it wasn’t exactly reciprocated, and it was pretty embarrassing actually.”
“Oh like this I suppose.” Deadpool gently waved their hands into Peter’s vision.
“Noo-oooo-ooo, this isn’t embarrassing.” Peter used his free hand to grip Deadpool’s arm and stop him waving their hands around. “Try getting stuck to the prettiest girl in high school, in the middle of gym, with thirty other students to witness it, than talk to me about embarrassing.”
“I think if I got stuck to a high school girl I would be going to prison.”
Peter laughed, “You know what I mean Deadpool.”
“So how long were you stuck to her?”
“Ten minutes, but I was lucky, it depends, I’ve heard of it lasting for hours.”
“I always last for hours.” Deadpool winked at him through the mask (how was that possible?).
“Don’t, just don't.” Peter shuffled around trying to get comfortable. “Have you really never been stuck to anyone before?”
Deadpool laughed, “Not ever.”
“What about when you were a kid? Children get stuck to their parents all the time.”
“Oh.” Unsure what to say Peter pulled Deadpool’s hand into his lap. After a long stretch of silence Peter asked, “What are you doing in the morning?”
“Is Spidey asking me out on a date?” Deadpool’s grinned at him.
“Nooo, that’s, I didn't mean, I just,” Peter stammered. He could feel his face heating up and hoped that Deadpool hadn’t noticed his red cheeks.
“I’ve got a family matter to take care of,” Deadpool’s voice softened.
“Oh, of course, I don’t know why, I didn’t think.”
“Didn’t think Deadpool had a family?”
“No-o that’s, I didn’t mean that, I-”
“Relax webhead, I know the Deadpool reputation doesn’t scream family man,” Deadpool shuffled around. “I have a daughter actually.” Fidgeting with the strap at his shoulder he released the katanas and put them to his side. “I have to drop her off at school tomorrow.”
“She's never stuck to you?”
“I didn’t even know she existed until a year ago, she lives with her Abuela.” Deadpool nervously flexed his hand in Peters, “I usually do school pickups and drop offs.”
“I didn’t know,” Peter said quietly.
“No one knows.”
“Oh.” Peter felt awkward. He started absentmindedly tracing the scars on Deadpool's hand with his thumb. “How old is she?”
“She's ten, she likes unicorns and art, animals... and superheroes.” Deadpool's voice softened as he talked about her. “She’s actually a huge fan of you Spider-Man.”
“What, really?” Peter was surprised.
“Yeah Spidey, you have lots of fans out there, I always tell you, people love you.”
Peter knew people liked spiderman, because he got a lot of positive attention on the street, but he couldn't really imagine having fans like a proper superhero. Even though there was merch out there that people could buy he just couldn't picture anyone with a Spider-Man poster or plushie.
“Did you say you had work in the morning?” Deadpool asked.
“Yeah in a few hours actually, I have to be there at seven.”
“Why don't you try and get some sleep than.”
“Yeah, okay.” Peter shuffled around again, uncomfortable on the hard concrete.
Deadpool lifted their joint hands and placed his arm around Peters shoulders, their hands now resting comfortably against Peter’s chest. Peter leaned into the side of the larger man. He felt surprisingly relaxed enveloped under his huge arms. The soft worn leather of Deadpool's suit made for a surprisingly good pillow, that coupled with the warmth seeping into his shoulder where Deadpool held him had Peter falling asleep easily.
They had come unstuck while Peter slept, Deadpool had gently woken him up when the sun began to rise. Peter swung home with enough time to shower, say a quick hi-bye to Aunt May, and run to Delmar's to start his shift.