The man held out his hand. "Anyway, I'm Deadpool."

Peter took his hand, narrowing his eyes distrust fully. His Spidey-sense couldn't be counted on anymore, so he just had to treat this guy the same as he would treat another guy in a weird mask.

"Hey!" Deadpool looked somewhat offended, but Peter couldn't really tell through the mask. "I at least tried to save you. That should merit some trust, right?"

"If you..." Peter started, then frowned. Would he have been okay with this question if he was asked this? "If you take off your mask and tell me your name, I'll take off my mask and tell you mine."

"Oki!" Deadpool seemed excited. He picked Peter up and was shocked at how ridculously light he was. I mean, Deadpool knew he was strong, but not this strong!

Deadpool started jumping on rooftops with Peter in his arms. He then decided to ask a question that was bothering him.

"So how did you do- that, that thing with the gun? Your really small and skinny. I've never seen a twelve-year-old pull off something like that!"

Peter huffed, annoyed. "I'm actually seventeen, thank you very much."

"Oh my- he's the same age as me." 

"That's surprising." Deadpool answered. Swerving to avoid a lampost. "Your physique isn't that impressive."

Peter, who had been looking at Deadpool before, turned away and said, "Well........ I've lost weight recently."

They stayed silent until Deadpool reached the roof he was looking for.

They both sat down. "So." Pete gestured to Deadpool. "You go first."

Deadpool sighed. "Don't be surprised when you see my face, it hurts my feelings." Peter was shocked to notice that this didn't sound as mocking or childish as his other statements. He actually sounded sad.

He took the mask off his head. Peter saw a boy, a teenager. He had thought Deadpool was an adult because of how tall he was. His face was scarred and he didn't have hair. But Pete looked at those chocolate eyes and breathed. "Wow."

" I know, I know." Deadpool apparently got the wrong idea. "I'm hideous. So ugly. You don't have to look at me if you don't want to. I actually-"

"You have beautiful eyes." Peter interrupted. "They're a really pretty color of brown."

Deadpool finally looked him in the eyes. He was in tears. "This was the first time somebody's said anything good about me in a while." He brought Peter in for a bone-crunching hug. "Thank you." He whispered.

Peter accepted the hug. Knowing that this may have been the first Deadpool had in a while.

"Anyway." Peter said after they broke the hug. "I guess I'll take off my mask too."

Deadpool was curious. Who would wear a mask that makes you look like you just got hit by a bus but still kinda cute?

Peter fished something out of his pocket. "Turn around." He ordered Deadpool. He obeyed and waited until Peter told him to turn back.

Holy shit.

On the face of Peter was the mask of the most famous vigilante in New York.

Spider-Man.

This guy, who was the same age as him, was Spider-Man.

"WHAT THE FUCK!!!" Deadpool screeched. All the pigeons in the area rose up. One angrily clucked and pecked Deadpools eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm the web-crawler. The hero of Queens. Now you've seen the Spider-Man's face, a mystery that has been secret to many."

Deadpool was shocked. How could this scrawny teen be Spider-Man. "Prove it." He challenged the boy.

Pete just shrugged, then with a little press of his wrist, he shot a web on the wall.

Wades face was priceless. Peter couldn't help but laugh.

"Anyway," Peter was still heaving from his laughing fit. "I want to know your name."

Deadpool didn't hesitate, "My name is Wade Wilson. I don't go to highschool. I work as a mercenary by the name Deadpool."

Peter reached out to shake his hand. "I'm Peter Parker. I go to Midtown Tech, I am the Vigilante Spider-Man, and the unofficial child of the Avengers."

"Nice to meet you." They both said at the same time, and started laughing.

"Hey, Pete." "Yeah?"

Wade fiddled with his fingers. "Do you wanna get food with me? I know a great taco stand."

Peter gasped. "But I know a great hotdog stand! We have to go to both, now."

They both got two tacos and two hotdog and sat on a roof. Looking at the sunset. Laughing, eating, having a good time.

Peter didn't notice that he was eating. Able to keep everything down.

When they said their goodbyes and exchanged phone numbers. Peter went straight to bed. Not answering the yelled questions of "Where have you been?!" And "Do you know how much trouble you're in?"

He didn't notice he got a good nights sleep. 

When he woke up. He didn't notice his wounds were healed.

When he called Wade in the morning. He didn't notice he didn't feel pain.

He did notice, that he was happy.

I know that I'm really bad at dialogue, b should I make another part to this in the future?

I've been studying for finals and it was my birthday is week, so generally it's been hectic. I'm sorry I've been not updating at the right time.