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Photo Kabob!	By : benny_grl Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Deadpool Views: 1906 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Deadpool (I wish though!),Spiderman, the avengers or any Marvel Universe, X-Men nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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His Spidey sense tingled, and hands shot out on each side of his face. Peter had enough warning to duck and roll out of reach. He whipped around, his shoes scraping on the sidewalk. Before him were two large, stocky thugs in suits, their hair slicked back in the stereotypical Italian mobster way.
The one who’d grabbed for Peter, sneered and lurched forward to grab him again. “Come here, boy.”
Peter side stepped. “Like hell. What do you want?” He spun again as the other tried for him, too.
The first growled. “Stay still, kid. You’re making this worse for your self.”
“I’m not doing shit.” Peter turned to run the opposite direction and slammed into a hard body. “Ouch!” He tumbled backward, rubbing his nose. “What the…?” One of the thugs grabbed him, his nails digging into Peter’s shoulder. Peter tried to shrug him off but his other arm was restrained by the second. A menacing chuckle had Peter glancing up.
A man with a pointed chin and a shaved head stared back, a smug smirk on his stupidly handsome face. “Hello, there,” he said, his voice thick with a British accent.
Peter’s lips thinned. “I don’t know who you are but I’m just trying to get home. I’ve done nothing to you.”
The man swaggered forward, a fingertip tilting Peter’s chin up as he towered over him. He actually thought he was intimidating to Peter. Little did he know that Peter had faced down foes way scarier than his smirk.
“You don’t know me. But, I’m learning about you, Mr. Parker. Twice you’ve been connected to the same pain in my ass,” he said. “So…how do you know Wade Wilson.”
Peter kept his face blank. “Who are you?”
“Just someone who has a little business with Wade, that’s all. Nothing to be concerned over.”
“I don’t know him. We just met,” Peter said. “I barely know him at all.”
“Yet,” the man said. He held up a copy of the picture published by the Daily Bugle of Spidey and Deadpool. He pointed to Peter’s tagline. “Here is your name, underneath a picture of that same man, in his other more annoying getup.”
“I’m known for taking pics of Spiderman, it’s just a coincidence he was there.”
The man gripped Peter’s chin, fingers squeezing his face hard. Peter bared his teeth but remained calm.
“See. I don’t fucking believe you.” He held up a photo of Peter and Wade getting into a cab outside of Saint Margaret’s, hand in hand. “Once, that’s a coincidence. Chance even. But twice?” Baldy turned to the mobsters. “What do you boys think?”
“Nah. He knows something,” the one on Peter’s right said. He jostled his shoulder, tightening his grip further. Peter bit his lip but stayed quiet. He could easily get out of this situation if he wanted. None of them were strong enough to hold him. But…that would give away his identity. He’d have to deal for now. And hope he was given an opportunity to escape. His eyes darted around. It was late, most people were at home by now. The street was deserted and, damn, mere blocks from his place.
“Who are you?” Peter asked again.
The man smiled. It would’ve made his handsome face even more so but the evil glint in his blue eyes tainted it. “Call me Ajax.” Ajax released his chin and stepped back. “Now, tell me where I can find Wade Wilson.”
“63rd and park,” Peter said. He’d just blurted the top street names in his head. It wasn’t even close to the real truth. Mostly because, he had no idea where Wade/Deadpool lived. No one did. He was adamant about keeping it private and…Peter had forgotten to ask after the other night. Hell, he was still reeling from all he’d learned then. In fact, the two of them hadn’t spoken since. As if Wade was giving him the space to process. Or to reject him. Peter didn’t know which.
Ajax raised a brow. “Really? Just like that?”
“I owe that guy nothing. He’s a stranger. And, I don’t want to get mixed up in whatever shit he’s a part of, okay? So, let me go.” Peter pressed his lips together and gave a strained smile. He hoped the guy believed him. To his dismay, Ajax held a cell phone to his ear after dialing a number.
He stared Peter down as he waited for whoever to answer. “Yeah. It’s me. He gave the address. It’s 63rd and Park. Check it out. Yes, now. Do it!” Ajax ended the call. “You should know, that if you’re lying. I will kill you.”
Peter blinked. Fuck. He had to escape. Like now. Using a smidge of his Spidey strength, Peter broke out of the thug’s grip and darted away. He sprinted at full speed, moving the opposite direction of his apartment. There was a chance these people didn’t know where he actually lived. And, he’d be damned if he gave it away.
His Spidey sense tingled the same time the sound of a gun shot exploded behind him. Peter dodged, the bullet wizzing past.
“You won’t get away!” Ajax yelled, another shot sounding. Peter zigged to the side and the brick beside him splintered as the bullet collided with the wall. Peter cursed but kept running, desperate for an alley or dark corner he could disappear into. Another gunshot sounded but this time, Peter didn’t move fast enough and the bullet grazed his thigh.Peter cursed, stumbling. He leaned against the building, his head whipping back to see where his enemies were.
Ajax stalked toward him, murderous intent written on his face. “You can run, Parker, but we’ll find you. And, you won’t get far.” The man raised his gun.
Peter darted around the building, clutching his thigh as another bullet wizzed past. He ran again, pushing through the pain. He was Spiderman. He could handle it. Peter did have a healing factor after all, though not as powerful as Deadpool’s, this wound wouldn’t take long to heal. Or at least that was what he told himself as he gritted his teeth, pain lancing up his thigh every time his foot hit the pavement. Fuck, it hurt.
A hand shot from the dark, grabbing his arm and jerking Peter into a nearby alley. Peter struggled against the grip of steel, a hand clamping over his mouth.
“Hey! Hey, it’s me, it me!” a low voice whispered harshly. Peter strained his neck, only to see the hooded face of Wade standing behind him, one finger over his lips to silence the spider.
“Are you okay?” Wade asked into his ear, pressing them both tight in the wall behind a nearby dumpster. He glanced around the edge as loud footsteps came closer then faded away. Peter nodded around the hand on his mouth. “Good, good.” Wade caught his gaze. “That asshole, Weasel. This shit show here named after mr. Clean’s cousin showed up with a picture of us. Asking who you were. Bastard gave em your name. Still pissed about the Daily Bugle debacle. I told him to get over it but, no. So, now, Weez is going to need to see a doctor on account of his new Owen Wilson nose. Sorry about this. That’s Ajax, aka Fucking Francis. He’s a bad dude wrapped up in a burrito of shit and ever since he gave me this avocado’s angry sex face, I’ve gone outta my way to fuck with his business in the mutant slave trade. So, he doesn’t care for me much.”
Peter pulled his hand away. “Well, Francis knows who I am. It won’t take long for him to find out where I live.”
“Are you kidding?” Wade chuckled. “I took the only hard copy around. Ironman and his legion of techy nerds at Shield deleted any known address of yours off the planet. He probably had to go through some trouble to find you in the first place. Just to get to little old me. What a dickbag.”
“Old nemesis I take it?”
“Something like that.”
Peter sighed, leaning into Wade more. “What’re we going to do about it? I can’t keep looking over my shoulder. And, eventually, this Francis is going to realize that I’m not an ordinary citizen.”
“Why’re you bleeding on me, Petey?” Wade said, his tone low. “Thought you said you were okay?”
Peter shrugged. “It’s nothing. A flesh wound. The bullet barely grazed me.”
“He shot you?” Wade’s eyes flashed, his lips peeling back as he bared his teeth in a growl. “I’m gonna kill that mother fucker. Going to slice and dice and shove his tongue in his eyes socket. Then shove his—“
“Wade…”
Wade blinked as if realizing he wasn’t alone again. “Oh, sorry. Spidey doesn’t like killing. Forgot.”
“It’s fine. Are they gone,” Peter asked. “Cuz the smell of this place is starting to get to me…” Peter wrinkled his nose for emphasis, the smell of rotten food hanging in the air.
“I think so but we shouldn’t leave by ground. Can you climb us to the roof?”
Peter nodded. He held up a wrist and pulled back the sleeve. “I can do us one better.” With Wade holding tight to his waist, Peter used his webbing to pull them up to the roof of the building. When they were safely over the edge, Wade became lookout, checking around to make sure that Francis and his goons were really gone.
“We’re safe, for now,” Wade confirmed. “He’ll be back. You should consider a different route.”
Peter leaned against the ledge, sliding down until he sat on the concrete. “Yup. That’s a given.But It’s not going to be too far of a jump after that reflex display for him to realize I’m Spiderman…and that doesn’t just put me in danger, it leaves May at risk, too.”
Wade kneeled in front of him, and laid a hand on his knee. “I will do everything in my power to make sure nothing happens to you, or anyone you care about. Pinky swear.” He tilted his head to the side and grinned. “Plus, you got the force of Shield and the Avengers, if needed. I’d happily let Hulk smash that British fuckface’s face into his face.”
Peter raised a brow, his lips turned at the corners. “You just said “face”three times, dude.”
Wade scoffed, rubbing his neck. “I know that…”
“But, Wade?” Peter said. “This is why…this is why I never reciprocated…before as Spidey. I know you have enemies. I do, too. I’ve—” A lump formed in his throat as the memory of the sick sound of Gwen’s body snapping against concrete flashed across in his mind. Her father bleeding out in his arms…God...Uncle Ben…his mom, his dad, Dr. Connors…the list continued on and on. Peter took a breath, practically choking on his own guilt. “I’ve…lost too many people, and I don’t have many left. May? She’s it. I don’t have friends, I don’t keep lovers. I can’t keep them safe. And this guy, Francis? He knows who I am. He’ll figure it out the rest eventually and I…fuck.” He ran his hands over his face. “I just…” Peter looked back up into Wade’s beautiful brown eyes. “I thought for once, maybe…just maybe, this man I met, I could have something. But, Wade…I can’t.” He gestured between them. “We. We can’t. And, this, what happened tonight, proves it.”
Wade remained silent. A feat that would’ve impressed Peter any other time but right then, he desperately needed the man to respond. Wade leaned forward, moving closer until he straddled Peter’s hips. A hand was on each of Peter’s cheeks and then Wade pressed their lips together in a warm, gentle kiss.
A sweet, slow burn curled in Peter’s stomach as the man’s tongue coaxed his mouth open. Fingers swept into his hair and Peter reached up, gripping the edges of Wade’s hoodie. He pulled him in closer, closer until he was desperate for Wade to continue the sweet dance, their tongues colliding with one another. When Wade finally broke away, Peter’s skin was flushed, his heart beating a mile a minute.
The larger man leaned back, and offered Peter a small smile. “Feeling better?”
Peter nodded and placed his hands on Wade’s wrists. “But it doesn’t change what I said.”
“You worry too much, baby boy,” Wade murmured. “Plus, the biggest pro about me is that I can’t die. Trust me, I’ve tried…many, many times. If you’re that worried about May, have the multi-billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, sarcastic, metal bot…wait. Where was I going with this?”
Peter waited as Wade gathered his scattered thoughts again. It happened sometimes.
“Oh. Right. Have the iron dude keep her in some ultra secret safe house protected by the pirate man who shows up at the end of every movie with some plot twist.”
“Who?”
“Ya know, Nick Fury?”
“Right…but she can’t live in one of those places forever. And, May has no idea I’m Spiderman. What would I even say?” Peter argued.
Wade sighed. “Look. If you want, I will never appear before you as I am now. We can keep our…whatever strictly profesh and costume only. You just give the word and you never have to deal with my ugly mug ever again.”
Peter’s heart twisted. Everything inside him screamed against it. He wanted nothing more than to assure the mercenary that he would never ask him such a thing but, “Y-yes…,”he forced himself to say and dropped his hands. “I like you, Wade. But, we should remain professional. Patrol buddies only.” Wade’s hands fell away. The defeated expression Peter saw twisted the knife in his gut but he bit his cheek, and forced himself to stay strong as Wade begin to blink a lot. The older man stood, backing away and turned his back.
Wade paused. “Do you need help getting home?” he asked, his voice soft.
“No, I’ll be fine.”
The older man nodded and left the roof via the fire escape without another word. For the first time since Gwen’s death; Peter cried.
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