Peter was up bright and early, bounding down the stairs excited to eat breakfast.

"What's got you so happy? Did you meet someone?" May asked.

"What? No, I just slept really great. How did you sleep?" He blushed and changed the topic to her.

"Good, not as good as you, guess that's youth for you." She giggles.

After breakfast it was off to college, Peter sat at the bus stop again. He was hoping not to run into deadpool this time.

He kept an eye out for him, cautiously turning his head every few minutes.

The bus soon came and he sighs happily and climbs aboard.

What Peter didn't know was that deadpool was watching him from the rooftop.

"Awe, maybe I scared him a little bit."

[not a good look for you.]

"Shut up, I don't need your sass." He argued with the voice in his head then went off to do a job.

"Hey Peter, did you run into deadpool again?" Asked Ned.

"No, thank god."

"That's good, so professor flickwood has a pop quiz for us today." Ned smiles then groans.

"How do you know that?"

"A friend that has him as first class, told me."

"I hope it's on stuff we already learned and not trick questions." Peter knew a lot of math but worried when it came to professor flickwood, he liked to throw curve balls to see if the students can handle it.

"He said most of the questions were easy, but he's a genius, like you. I hate math and suck at it."

"I'm sure it won't be that bad." Peter encouraged him.

It was bad, Ned couldn't understand half of the questions, he definitely didn't learn most of this stuff.

He couldn't ask Peter for help either, he might get caught and would immediately fail.

"I'm doomed." Ned said to himself.

After the hell was over, they took notes.

"How did you do?" Asked Peter.

"Horrible I know it. You?"

"Eh, it wasn't that complicated."

"See cause you're a genius. Why do I even need math? I'm going for a bachelors in psychology."

"Because you didn't fill your schedule with other classes that you wanted, so they filled it for you."

"Ugh, this sucks. Is school over yet?"

Like angels singing, the bell rang and Ned cheers as he packed up his things.

"I'm going to the canteen for lunch today." Said Ned.

"You go, I'm gonna do an early check on the city." Peter whispered to him.

"Okay, be safe."

"Haha always."

Spider-Man was swinging around as usual, keeping the city protected from evil.

All of the sudden gun shots fire, the hero spins around swinging in the direction he heard them.

He saw deadpool standing with a woman and two kids, she was hugging him while crying.

"What happened? I heard gun shots."

"I got it spidey, some punk tried to car jack with kids in the car, he shot at me when I pulled him away from the car. So I put him in a head lock until he passed out." He points to the unconscious man on the ground.

"Oh, wow. You did it without killing him?" He was surprised.

"Well, there's kids, they've seen enough for today."

"Thank you so much, again. I don't know what I would have done if he took my car with my kids still inside." She cried.

"No problem, the kiddos are safe and no one got hurt. Except for him." The man was still unconscious on the ground.

"Thank you mr. pool." Said the little girl, she looked to be 7 years old.

"I'm your guy if you need any help, like this dude."He points to Spider-Man. "He's the best hero around here."

The kids smile and cheer, and soon the police had arrived and took the man to jail.

"Not bad huh spidey? I didn't kill anyone today."

"Yeah, that was surprising." Spider-Man's mask moved and creased in the form of a smile.

"See I'm a good guy, no need to hate me."

"You're still weird and say disturbing things."

"Thanks for the compliment." He laughs.

Spider-Man swings off looking for more bad guys to catch.

Deadpool was close behind him, wanting to fight crime with the web slinger.

"Yoo-who, spidey. Wait up." He yells.

"What do you want now?"

"Let's become a duo."

"What? You actually want to help people? And not do it for money?"

"Well, I may do a few jobs, gotta make a living you know. But you're cool and I like watching you fight crime." He praised like a child.

"Um, thanks." He didn't know what else to say.

"Oh, so since you're an omega, do you have any advice of how to attract an omega?" Deadpool blurts out.

"Didn't I make it clear, don't try anything on me." He folds his arms with extra sass.

"I mean, the suit fits in all the right places, but no. I met this guy the other day at the bus stop he was really cute, but I might have creeped him out a bit."

Peter had a nervous sweat run down his neck, he was freaking out under the mask.

"Oh, well I guess try not to be so in his face. You tend to get too close to people."

"Really? You don't like this?" He towers over the hero.

"No, stop it." He pushed the merc away.

"Okay, not too close, got it. Anything else?"

He thought for a moment, he didn't want deadpool to flirt with him, Peter has no idea who he really is.

"Well, I'm not sure. I've never really dated anyone before." He admits.

"Wow, are you that ugly? Is that why you wear a mask?"

"Hey, I wear it to hide my identity. I'm not ugly." He raised his voice a bit.

"Okay, chill. Well if I can't get advice from you I guess I'll just wing it." He shrugs.

"Don't be weird, think before you speak. And maybe not wear the suit. Let him see your face, introduce your real self, not deadpool."

"Oh man, but I am ugly under this thing. He'd get even more scared."

"Don't be so sure. If you like him you have to try." He really hoped nothing would end badly, but he had a sense of duty to help this person in need, even if it meant he would have to deal with the future actions of his own advice.

It started to get late and the city seemed peaceful so Spider-Man made his way into an empty alley.

He checks all around and no one was there, he quickly changed into street clothes and went home.

The next day was Saturday, Peter didn't have to go to school, so he slept in a bit longer than usual.

It was around 9 am when May knocked on his door.

"Peter, are you still sleeping?"

He didn't say anything, he was deep in slumber.

She pokes her head in and saw him sleeping so peacefully.

"Must have been studying all night." She hums.

Eventually his stomach was the thing that woke Peter up, starving for sustenance he runs down the stairs and towards the kitchen.

May was already gone to work, she left him a note, "Peter, I made waffles, bacon, and sausage for you, under the tinfoil on the table. Love aunt May."

He smiles warmly and uncovers the food then puts the plate in the microwave. He also added toast and orange juice to his meal.

Afterwards he went out to the store, he needed to revamp his closet.

He sat at the bus stop, wishing he had a car so he didn't have to wait for a ride.

He slowly looks around, not seeing a red suit anywhere he relaxed a bit.

A person walked up and stood next to the bench, not sitting down.

Peter paid no attention to them and continued to listen to music from his headphones.

When a tap hit his shoulder, he looks up to see a hooded figure bending down towards him.

"Hello?" He takes off his headphones.

"I was just wondering where you got your headphones." The man said.

"Um, Macy's." He answered kindly.

"Nice, I think I'll go there." He smiles softly and Peter noticed all the scars on his face and neck, and remember when he saw deadpool at Taco Bell.

The man quickly pulls his hood over his face more and turns away, mumbling a thank you.

"Are you alright?" Peter asked.

"I'm fine, just wanted to ask about the headphones."

"I mean, your face. Does that hurt?" He worried for the stranger, it's the hero in him.

"Nope, I'm good." He was telling the truth.

"Okay."

The bus pulls up and they both get on, sitting in different seats.

Peter wondered if that man could be deadpool.

"Maybe he actually took my advice, he must be really be shy when he's not wearing his mask." Peter thinks to himself.

The bus stops in the shopping district and Peter gets off, so does the man.

"Hey, could you tell me where Macy's is at?" His voice was soft, nothing like Deadpool's, so maybe it wasn't him.

"It's a few blocks up and on the right. You can't miss it." Peter gives him a friendly smile.

"Thanks." He walks in the direction Peter told him.

"I guess he just happens to have scars on his face too, because deadpool doesn't act like that." He says to himself.

After a few hours of shopping and having a couple bags in his hands, Peter thought it was time to go home.

But first he had to get some food, he was hungry after all that shopping.

There were plenty of food stalls all around, an Olive Garden around the corner, and Starbucks.

"I'll hit up Starbucks."

It was a little busy, so he stood in line behind a few people.

"Come on, you call this extra whipped cream." A man yells.

"I'm sorry sir, but I can't overflow the cup." The young barista told him.

"Then get one of those con lids, I want more whipped cream." His voice didn't get any nicer.

"The lids won't fit on this cup, would you like a smaller size?"

"No I paid for this size. Where is your manager?"

Other customers looked worried for the girl, or annoyed at the man. The manager comes out and tries to calm the man down, but he wasn't having it.

"Shut the fuck up already." Someone yelled.

Everyone turns to see deadpool, or at least his mask.

He was wearing a long trench coat and big boots.

"Who the hell are you?" Asked the angry man.

"Your worse nightmare, bitch." He pulls out a gun.

"Now deal with the drink you got and move along, we all want coffee."

The man quickly grabs his drink and runs out, everyone cheered but still felt weary about him having a gun.

Peter tried to ignore everything and goes to place his order.

It didn't take long for Peter to be noticed by deadpool, he watched as Peter left and sat outside.

When he finally got his drink he quickly went outside and around the building.

He dumps the drink and took off the coat and his mask, looking normal in his street clothes.

He walks back around to the front, and saw Peter still sitting down.

"Hey, funny seeing you here."

[kind of awesome timing.] said the voice in his head.

"Oh, hi."

"I never caught your name."

"Peter."

"I'm wade, nice to meet you."

"You too. Did you get the headphones?"

"Oh yeah, now coffee sounds good."

"Starbucks has the best coffee, I think."

"Yeah they do."

[of course you had to throw the other one away.]

"Shut up." He whispered, then went inside.

Wade was happy to see Peter still sitting outside.

"So, what's on the agenda for today?" Wade asked as he sat down.

"I was gonna go home after eating."

"Lame, you don't wanna have some fun?"

"Not today, sorry."

"Am I scaring you? Sorry I know my face usually does that." He covers his face with the hood of his coat.

"No no, I just have things to do. Um, you're not scary, could I get your number? We can hang out another time."

"Oh, sure."

They exchange numbers and after they went different ways towards home.

"I won't screw this up." Wade tells himself.