Good Luck

Peter strolled down the street, the fresh breeze billowing across his face as he inhaled the evening air. It was such a nice day. He had decided to take a day off from being Spiderman and just be a normal teenager walking through New York, looking for something to do. He hummed as he walked against the crowd, his brown eyes searching.

"I could get something to eat," he murmured to himself, then made a face. "But Aunt May will probably scold me for eating something before dinner…" He glanced around, itching to get off his feet and start swinging from building to building. But he had told himself he wouldn't. It's his day off, remember? Peter let out a sigh, boredom seeming to overwhelm him. A sudden scream ripped through the air, and Peter felt his spider senses instantly tingle. He whipped around and leaped forward and over the crowd, catching a piece of rubble the size of his upper torso and flinging it back where it had come from. Everyone froze, even Peter as he landed back on his feet with his eyes wide. But before the questions could start, more screams started rippling through the air and people started rushing past everyone, blindly running.

"What the heck is going on?" Peter exclaimed even though he knew no one would listen or answer. He whirled around, trying to see what the problem was. "Ugh this is no use," he muttered, meandering through the rush of bodies and into a deserted alleyway. He stripped off his clothes to reveal his Spiderman suit underneath and hid them away in his backpack. "So much for a day off..." He pulled on his mask and left his backpack there as he crawled up the side of the building to get bird's eye view. What he saw didn't surprise him in the least.

"Oh come on, I didn't even do anything!" Deadpool complained as some freaky alien life form chipped off another piece of building and chucked it at him. The mercenary let out a groan and easily dodged it, pulling out his katanas and staring down the creature.  He glanced around at the civilians, and let out a sigh. "This isn't even my fault…" The merc paused. "Oh, shut up," he muttered.

"So he does talk to himself," Peter murmured, peering down at the mercenary. Peter had only heard stories about the famous Deadpool, but he had never seen him in person. Apparently, the guy isn't someone you want to mess with. And he supposedly can't die? Peter rolled his eyes. "Yeah right… Only someone like Wolverine or whatever has that power…"

The alien suddenly lunged at him with its crooked mouth, stabbing its narrow teeth straight into Deadpool's chest. Peter's mouth fell open and his eyes grew wide. Deadpool just stood there, not moving for a minute. His head suddenly glanced up to face the alien's tiny eyes.

"Are you serious?" he asked, sounding totally annoyed as if he just got his shoes stepped on rather then an alien impaling him through the chest. "Dude, you ruined my suit. And I JUST cleaned it!" He lifted his hands that still gripped his katanas, and sliced forward, cutting off the alien's muzzle. It somehow screamed in agony and fell back, going limp. Deadpool let out a disgusted noise and yanked off the creature's mouth from his body, tossing it on the ground. Peter watched as the gruesome hole in the merc's chest slowly healed closed.

"Holy crap," Peter breathed. Deadpool paused, and then glanced up exactly where Peter was crouching with his head poking out. The mercenary seemed to grin behind his mask.

"Oh! Spidey! Did ya see that? You could've helped me out, y'know?" He waved to the giant monster lying dead before him. "Would've sped things up a bit, and made the whole fight look cooler."

Spiderman shot a web at the building across from him and leaped off the one he was crouched upon. He swung down and let go to land right in front of the merc. He studied him carefully.

"So you're Deadpool?" he asked. Deadpool let out a sigh, looking exaggerated as he waved it off.

"Yeah, yeah, the merc with a mouth, fan-favorite funnyman." He paused, and then lowered his head in bitterness. "Yes, Cable's old sidekick." He shrugged, facing Spiderman again. "But as I was saying: …What the hell? Were you sitting there the entire time?"

Spiderman shrugged. "I wanted to see if what they said were true," he replied simply. Deadpool tipped his head to the side, looking interested.

"Oooh, people talk about me?" Before Spiderman could reply, Deadpool shook his head. "Not really, but it does make me feel all tingly to know it's true."

Peter raised an eyebrow. "Uh. What?" Deadpool looked at him.

"Oh, I was just talking to my yellow and white boxes."

Spiderman stood there, not quite understanding. This dude is insane. They were right. He was insane. Deadpool seemed to roll his eyes.

"Oh shut up. I get that look all the time."

"But you can't even see my face!" Spiderman objected. Deadpool suddenly grew quiet as he stared at him.

"I don't need to," he murmured. Peter's eyes grew wide, and a twinge of guilt filled his stomach. Maybe it was wrong to judge Deadpool so quickly. What if the guy had a reason for being mentally crazy? He probably did. What if the guy had a reason for killing people? He probably did. God did Peter feel ashamed. Aunt May would be disappointed. He lifted a hand.

"Look, I didn't mean-"

"Oh, shut up with the sob story, Spidey. No one likes chick flicks." He paused. He seemed to do so a lot. "Except for maybe the readers… The fans are crazy, sometimes…"

"What?"

"Oh, nothing! Anywho, I should probably split. This was a nice chat, though." He snickered, glancing around at the mess he had made. "Good luck cleaning this up." Peter's eyes widened.

"Wait, huh? You can't leave me with this!"

Deadpool shrugged. "You could've helped me out, but you didn't. I don't think the odds are in your favor, Spidey." He saluted while starting to back away. "We should do this again, though! Good luck with trying to explain the beheaded alien to everyone!" he laughed before racing off. Peter didn't try to run after him. He was smiling. What a strange guy Deadpool was. For some reason, he had excelled his expectations. Peter had thought, thanks to the rumors, that Deadpool was a heartless mercenary who killed anything that got in his way and enjoyed mouthing off to anyone who tried to out-smart him. The dude was none of that, from what Peter got. He was just a smart-ass merc who enjoyed what he did, but maybe needed someone to do it with. As Peter stood there, he realized he wouldn't mind meeting with the feared Deadpool again. He wouldn't mind maybe slaying an alien or beast or a simple bad guy with the merc. It would be fun. Peter smiled.

"We should do this again," he murmured, before turning around to face a large, wide-eyed crowd that was either staring at him, or the giant, headless alien beside him. "Oh, yeah," Spiderman stammered. "Good luck explaining to everyone… Right."