Narrator's POV

Car horns filled the silence. A slight breeze flew into the room of our friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. The golden crisp sun crept its way into his room, showering the walls in gold.

The warm light slowly creeping up the face of a teenage boy laying in bed, heating up a well shaped chin, climbing up soft lips, past a cute button nose, and finally up to closed eyes.

Eyelids opened to reveal two beautiful brown eyes, blinking several times, adjusting to the golden light hitting them.

There was a sigh in the room. A sigh of relief.

Ah, Saturday.

Peter laid there in his bed, tangled in the sheets and covers. His chest rising slowly with each breath he took.

A small breeze blew into his room, making the curtains dance.

The smell of rain mixed with cigarettes and exhaust pipes filled the air. It wasn't unpleasant, he had grown used to it. It was sort of a beautiful smell.

He checked his phone on his side table, which consisted of a lamp and several empty cereal bowls.

11:32 am

He sat up, stretching his arms, his back arched and a yawn coming from his mouth. The bruise on his rib cage wasn't as sore as it'd been last night.

He let all his muscles relax, now his back had a hunch, and his shoulders dropped low. He scratched his back and sat on the edge of his bed. He looked around for a bit before getting up and heading to the bathroom.

He looked in the mirror of the medicine cabinet hanging above the sink, a toilet stood no more than a foot away from the sink; and next to the toilet was the bathtub with a copper pipe running up one wall and ending with a copper shower head.

He narrowed his eyes at his reflection in the mirror, and reached for his messy hair. His fingers dug themselves deeply into the the jungle of tangled and wrecked caramel hairs. His hands moved quickly, making the caramel strands shake. His hands were soon on the sink as he looked at his reflection in the mirror once more. He laughed, his hair even messier than it had originally been. He closed the door behind him and started the water.

Meanwhile downstairs, Aunt May had a few visitors over.

"It's been so long since I've seen you two." She smiled at the visitors she had, going in for a hug.

"We could say the same May."

"Please sit down. Would you two like some coffe? Tea, Stephen?" She said, going over to one of the cabinets next to the fridge.

"Tea would be pleasant."

"Lavender tea coming right up." She said, taking a small box out of the cabinet.

"How'd you-"

"Tony told me."

"Oh." Stephen looked at Tony, who gave him a small smile. He smiled back at him.

"And a cup of coffee, black please." Tony answered, reaching for a chair; only to have Levi pull it out for him to sit in. "Well thank you." He sat down.

Stephen took a seat next to him.

"So, where's Peter?" Asked Tony, only earning a look from Stephen.

"Oh, he's up stairs. He doesn't know you two were-"

"I'm afraid that's not entirely true." Interrupted Stephen. "He has left the building already." He informed.

"I didn't see him come down, and the shower upstairs was just on a few minutes ago. He couldn't just have jumped out the window." She laughed. "That would be quite impossible."

Stephen and Tony looked at each other.

"Yes, that would seem quite impossible." Tony coughed. "Sorry, I believe Levi was the one messing with the shower earlier."

"That's quite alright. Here we go dear." May handed Stephen a small flowered tea cup. She set a bear shaped bottle next him. "There's the honey for you to pour as you wish."

"Thank you." Stephen smiled at her.

"Tony." She handed him a mug, liquid dark as night rested in it. Steam rose up and fogged Tony's glasses. "Oh my." She laughed.

He removed them, smiling. "Thank you."

She sat down in a chair across from them, crossing her legs and putting her hands on her knees.

"Now, let's catch up." She smiled.

Peter's POV

Ah, New York. Loud, noisy, rowdy. Wonderful. I sat on the edge of the Empire State Building, eating a chocolate filled churro out of a brown paper bag.

Sometimes fighting crime all day pays off.

The sunset that was slowly hiding itself into the ocean in front of me was incredible. The view was breath taking. Man, I am the luckiest boy to ever live.

"Another wonderful day-"

"Hey~"

"Gah!" I jumped, almost dropping my churro. "What the..."

Narrator's POV

Peter turned his head to look behind him, and there stood another figure in a black and red suit. Big white circles similar to the ones on his mask stated at him.

"...heck?"

"Oh no, did I almost make you drop your delicious Mexican pastry?" Asked the one who had suddenly popped up.

"I'm sorry, who are you and how did you get up here?" Peter asked, still startled.

"Oh how rude of me." The mask to the suit was soon removed, revealing a face full of scars and sandy hair. "I'm Wade." The stranger who had just introduced himself stuck his hand out for Peter to shake.

"Uhh..." Was all that came from Peter's voice.

"What?" Wade looked at him. "Is it the scars? Do they make you uncomfortable?" He asked, putting his hands to his cheeks, smiling.

"Um, n-no." Peter managed to let out. "It's just that you just took your mask off and revealed who-"

"I could say the same to you Spider-Man, or should I say 'Peter'." Wade smirked.

"H-How did-" He stopped once Wade presented his blue and red mask to him, he touched his face; after realizing he didn't have his mask on, he took it from his hand.

"Suave for Men 2 in 1 Ocean Charge, huh?" Wade cocked his brows with another smirk, only this one more wicked than the one before.

"Yes. I-I like how it smells-" He stopped his sentence, full of confusion now. "I'm sorry. Who did you say you were again?"

"I'd expected the Amazing Spider-Man had better listening skills." He took out one of the katanas from behind his back.

"Whoa wait-"

"CHARGE!" Wade ran toward him with the katana, a large pleasured smile on his face.

Peter shot himself a long rope of webbing and helped himself up to the antenna of the building.

"Oh come on, Spidey. That's a little unfair don't you think?" Wade lowered his katana.

"You're the one who started- GAH!" He yelped as a knife had just brushed his left tricep, leaving a rip through his suit and a now bleeding opened wound. He looked back at he boy who had the lower ground, but quickly jumped out of the way as more knives headed his way.

Webs flew here, there, they flew everywhere. Wade following him close behind, now shooting at him with guns. He laughed, getting great pleasure from this game.

Peter made it to an old water tank on top of a building, panting, he looked around for his attacker. When he was nowhere to be seen, he eased his guard. He closed his eyes and relaxed.

"Hello Lovebug~"

His eyes shot opened, and looked above him. On top of the water tank, stood his red and black colored attacker.

"Did I-" Peter shot webbing at him. Wade only caught it in his hand. "Well that was rude." He looked down at Peter and smiled.

Peter saw his opportunity and pulled on the webbing, dragging Wade down.

"Whoa!" Wade hit the concrete on the building. "Oh my. Who knew Peter had such strength? What a turn on." He laughed.

"Wait, what?" Peter was suddenly very confused.

"Ha ha. Made you think!" Peter looked down, and Wade was running around the water tank, holding onto the webbing that was still attached to his web shooter.

Round and round went Wade, eventually jumping into the air, swinging around the tank like Tarzan would around the forest on a tree vine.

"Ah. Urgh." Peter groaned, trying to make his best effort to escape the webbing; it was too late. He was trapped, tied to the water tank like a fly to sticky paper. Wade suddenly appeared in front of him. "What do you want?" His heart was racing and his breathing rapid.

"You." Wade drew out his katana again and pushed it toward Peter.

"Ah." Peter gasped and closed his eyes, holding his breath.

After feeling nothing, he opened his eyes slowly, only to find Wade drawing his katana away from the water tank where he had written the initials "S+D" in a heart.

Wade stuck a piece of paper onto the webbing around Peter's chest, a drawing. A drawing of two figures kissing. Spider-Man and the black and red suit guy kissing.

Wade winked at Peter and put his mask on. "The names Deadpool." Was the last thing Wade said before backing up and jumping off the rooftop.

Peter gasped as he watched his attacker disappear. He pulled hard, harder than he'd pulled before, breaking the webbing, and running over to the ledge of the building.

Wade was gone. There was no sign of him.

Pulling himself off the ledge and sitting himself on the concrete, he sighed. He picked up the drawing that had landed near him and looked at it.

"Deadpool? What kind of name is that?"