"Tom Tom Tom!" Teresa called as he hung off his arm. "Hey."

"Hey T. What's up?" Thomas smiled as he looked at his best friend.

"I was thinking about homecoming."

"Okay?"

"I think that I want to go."

"What seriously?" Thomas looked at her in shock. "I thought you hated the whole idea of homecoming?"

Teresa shrugged. "I do, but I think we should go."

Thomas narrowed his eyes at her as they turned into the classroom. "Or, you have someone that you want to go with."

"What! No!" Teresa snapped as they sat down in the two desks in the back. "Come on Tom pleaseeee, don't make me ask you in front of the whole school."

Thomas rolled his eyes. "I'll think about it okay?"

Teresa smirked. "Hey maybe you could invite Deadpool."

Thomas twisted his face in disgust. "What the fuck kinda idea is that T?"

Teresa shrugged. "He'd probably enjoy it."

Thomas shook his head. "I don't even want to see him again."

"What if he's like really really sexy under his mask?"

Thomas made a face. "That's just- no, ew, you're so weird. He's an asshole!"

"An asshole with a nice as-"

"Teresa!" Thomas snapped as he felt his cheeks heat up.

The girl put her hands up in fake surrender. "Okay, okay sorry no Deadpool."

Thomas let out a little sigh of relief as he slouched over his desk. They were fairly early to class, their only friends really being each other so they didn't have a group to hangout in the hallway with or even sit with at lunch.

Suddenly the rest of the kids started pooling into the classroom, snickering at something on their phones. Teresa pulled her own out of her pocket, a laugh slipping from her lips. "Oh Tom, you are going to fucking hate this."

Thomas braced himself for whatever it could be as he looked at the screen Teresa turned towards him.

"What the actual fuck is that?!"

____

Newt came back to the apartment covered head to toe in splattered paint to screaming and banging. He hesitantly opened the door cringing as he saw Eran screaming at Minho who was curled up in a fetal position on the couch in pure terror.

Newt put on his widest smile which distorted his mask and hid the two empty spray paint cans behind his back. "Hi Eran! Lovely to see you."

The girl froze in her spot and slowly turned to face Newt. "I know you are not even thinking about walking on my hardwood floors dressed like that."

Newt took a careful step back, planting his feet on the doormat like his life depended on it.

"Should I even ask why you're covered in paint?"

"Probably not," Newt admitted.

"He's trying to court Spiderman!"

"Minho!"

Eran's face immediately faded into that of a disappointed parent at their child's school conference. "Did I just hear him correctly?"

"Maybe." Newt pulled up the edge of this mask, bunching it up around the bridge of his nose and giving his gorgeous landlord the biggest smile he could muster.

Eran blinked a few times before sitting next to Minho on the couch and crossing her arms over her chest. "Okay, I think I deserve an explanation, then maybe, possibly I'll forgive you fuckers for breaking the table."

"Well first off technically it was Minho's fault-"

"I don't give a fuck who's fault it was!" Eran snapped as she pushed her long hair over her shoulder. Newt was very, very gay, but he could see what Minho saw in Eran. She was hot with her long brown hair and oddly large collection of leather jackets. She looked too young to be a landlord, but Newt would never dream of prying into her personal life.

"Newt has a boner for spiderman's ass," Minho said plainly.

Newt rolled his eyes. "Minho you don't even know how to tell a story correctly." Newt cleared his throat and wiggled his eyebrows. "I think he's into me."

"And how does that explain the paint?"

Newt flopped in between the two on the couch, ignoring Eran's winces when his paint covered pants hit the couch.

"Spidey had a problem with the cocaine I was definitely not storing in the apartment you so graciously let us rent every month. I agreed to stop because, well he's cute-"

"Wait you've seen Spiderman's face?"

"Well not really, but I can just tell he's sexy under that tight little spandex...okay anyways, Spidey wasn't taking too kindly to my use of drugs to seduce him so I went bigger."

"With spray paint?"

Newt nodded. "Yes, with spray paint. Twenty five cans of it to be exact."

"And you did exactly what with that?"

Newt grinned. "You know times square?"

"...yeah."

___

"DEADPOOL!!" Thomas screamed as he banged on the apartment door. He knew where it was from last time and his face was still burning red under his suit from seeing the giant mural in the giant intersection of Times Square.

Deadpool swung the door open, leaning against the door frame and jutting his hip out. "Hey spider baby."

"What the fuck dude?!"

"Problem?"

"Yes!" Thomas snapped as he shoved the picture on his phone in Deadpool's face. "Dude what the actual fuck?!"

"You don't like it?"

"Like it?! Of course I don't like it!"

Deadpool grinned at his art. It was of a unicorn that he and Deadpool were riding on except Pool was cradling him in his arms like a princess. He even went so far as giving Thomas hearts for eyes and little hearts surrounding his head. The unicorn was standing on a cloud with big puffy cursive words saying "Spideypool".

"Why not? It's artistic genius."

Thomas stamped his foot, very childishly.

"Did you come here just to yell at me? Because I made my roommate and my landlord go in the bedroom and lock the door when you knocked and I'm worried one of them may come out headless, so unless there's anything else I can help you with..." Deadpool waved his hand in the air like he was waiting for something.

"I want you to stop!" Thomas snapped.

"Stop with what baby boy?"

"That! The...you know."

"You can say it."

"The flirting!"

"It's all harmless Spider baby. I'd never actually touch you without consent. I may be fucked up but I'm not really into the whole non-con thing. Just a few compliments and a very non threatening spray painted street mural from me is probably the most you're going to get."

"I wasn't worried that you'd touch me," Thomas said softly because honestly, he wasn't. That never even crossed his mind. He realized in that moment that he wasn't afraid of Deadpool, he was more just mildly irritated by him. "I'm not scared of you."

"I'm gonna take that as a win." Deadpool pumped his fist in the air which Thomas almost laughed at.

"FUCK!" Thomas head from the inside followed by a loud crash. He could barely make out two figures clumped on the floor in the back hallway.

Deadpool threw his head back and groaned loudly. "Hold on one second pretty boy." He turned around and cupped his hands around his mouth. "YOU FUCK FACES, STOP TRYING TO EASEDROP!!"

When he turned back around, he ushered Thomas into the hallway and shut the door behind him. "It's like owning two irritating dogs...it's also slightly concerning that you know where I live. Are you gonna kill me in my sleep Spidey, because I'd love to wake up with you on top of me, but I'm not really into knife play so maybe refrain from slitting my throat or at least attempting to."

"I thought you couldn't die," Thomas stated lamley.

"Ah so you've heard. Yeah, I can't die, but that doesn't mean I enjoy having my throat slit."

"I don't kill people."

"Not even ones that comment your oh so perfect ass? Good to know."

"I-I think I have to go."

"Hero business?" Deadpool asked. Thomas could practically feel him smirking under his mask.

"Maybe. Why do you care?"

"Oooh he's sassy!"

Thomas felt his face heating up under the mask. "I'm just saying. You're not really about the hero business right?"

"You're right on that one Spidey, I wouldn't associate myself much with the word hero."

"But you're not really a villain either," Thomas said carefully as he tipped his head in confusion.

"Also correct."

"So then what are you?"

"Your next boyfriend?"

Thomas groaned loudly.

"Oh baby, wait til we're inside at least."

Thomas held up his middle finger which made Deadpool burst out laughing. "You make it too easy Spidey...if you must know, you could call me an independent party, I work for myself and pick up jobs from others for cash."

"Okay but then-"

"You've been askin a lot of questions huh spider boy? If you wanna ask another one you gotta answer one."

"Fine," Thomas grumbled through gritted teeth. The guy was impossible.

"Okay hit me."

"Why are you here? In New York?" Thomas asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Because my apartment is here?"

"You weren't here before."

"I accepted a job and ended up falling in platonic love with the boy I was supposed to kill so I spared him and stayed?"

"That sounds suspiciously truthful."

"Cause it is...I'm not here to cause city wide destruction. I'd like to think you're keeping such a close eye on me because you like what you see, but I know that is not the case so I'm putting your mind at ease by promising I am not here to blow up Queens."

"Okay." Somehow the guy's words put Thomas at ease.

"My turn." Deadpool clasped his hands together.

"Oh god."

"Are you over 18?"

"What?"

"Also not into the pedophilia shit."

"Yeah I am...over eighteen I mean."

"Sweet!' Deadpool pumped his fist in the air again. "Okay have fun with your hero shit. I'll catch you around."

Thomas watched lamly as Deadpool dissapered back into his apartment hearing muffled screaming of "YOU KOREN PIECE OF SHIT WHERE ARE MY FUCKING CROCS?!"

Thomas almost laughed as he climbed to the windowsill of the hallway window that he entered from. Deadpool was a piece of work, but at least he didn't have to worry about getting a katuna to the back.

As Thomas was swinging down to the street, he felt his phone buzzing. He swiped to answer without seeing who it was. "Hey, what's up?"

"TOM!" Teresa shrieked into the phone.

"Holy hell woman, what the fuck do you want?"

"I think I found an actual superhero job for us."

"Us?"

"Yeah spiderman and his sexy behind the scenes sidekick."

"And what does this job entitle?"

"Well, being the tech guru that I am, I discovered that there is some sketchy stuff happening around the city. By sketchy I mean people dropping dead with little to no warning, it's very weird and I a little cousidential."

"Cousidential?" Thomas was walking down the street now, clutching the phone to his ear.

"Yeah, I mean they were all either drug addicts or previous drug addicts, I mean it just seems a little fishy to me. They all died at once? I don't know, I'm not buying it."

"Can you send over the links?"

"No," Teresa said plainly.

"What? T why not?"

"Because I'm not letting you un-involve me in this stuff. If you want to see, you can come see it with me."

"Teresaaaaa," Thomas whined. "I'm almost home."

"Oh good! I'm in your room."

"Why are you in my room?!" Thomas shouted as he picked up his pace.

"Your aunt let me in, she does really like me more than you. I really wanted to make sure that you wouldn't poke into this without me."

Thomas groaned and shot his web at a building, smiling as he swung through the air. That part would never get old. There was nothing he adored more than swinging through the air and feeling the breeze in the threads of his suit.

When he got to his room he pushed the window open and clamered inside. Teresa was sprawled across his bed wearing his pants and his shirt.

"Sure T, take my stuff why don't you," Thomas scoffed as he started quickly pulling off his suit.

Teresa grinned and started tossing things at him. "Yes strip for me baby!"

Thomas rolled his eyes, but pulled a hoodie and shorts over his boxers before flopping down next to his best friend. "Okay show me what you found."

Teresa opened the laptop, smiling when she opened up her previous tab."Okay so listen, all in this general vicinity, there's been eleven found dead. All on overdose."

"An overdose isn't that uncommon, especially in the city."

"That's not all Tom. They were all found with the same condition, their eyes bloodshot and their mouths foaming almost as if they had rabies. It's not a normal overdose Tom, I'm sure of it."

Thomas nodded as he sank into the mattress. "I trust your judgement T, can the crime fighting wait until tomorrow? I'm so tired."

"No!" Teresa snapped. "I think we need to actually look into this!"

"I agree," Thomas groaned as he rolled over in the bed. "But I've had enough of Spiderman for the day."

When Teresa found out he was Spiderman it was weird. He was laying on his floor, groaning in pain from some fight he'd been in when he heard a scream. Turns out Teresa was in his room and was extremely terrified to find Spiderman laying on her best friend's floor. After a wrestling match Thomas ripped off the mask and begged her to stop screaming. Teresa's eyes widened and she barraded him with about a million questions. They ended up eating ice cream as she fixed up the massive gash on his side and she became his unofficial sidekick. His relationship with Teresa was weird. They'd been friends for as long as he could remember, of course everyone was expecting them to get married, and out of peer pressure they started dating. A few super forced awkward kisses later they ended up gagging and agreeing to break up. Teresa was like his super annoying twin sister, he couldn't live without her but sometimes he wanted to be the one to kill her. They were kinda a package deal though, there was no Thomas without Teresa and vice versa. She was the first person he came out as bi too and he webbed Aris to the sidewalk once after he'd broken up with Teresa.

"You can't just turn Spiderman on and off. You are Spiderman all the time. Now come on Tom! I'm bored."

"You're bored so you wanna fight crime?"

"Yes."

Thomas groaned and sat up. "Okay, fine, let's look into this."

Teresa grinned and brought up a picture of one of the proclaimed dead men. "Okay so look, he looks normal right, but if you zoom in..."

"Teresa how did you get these pictures?"

"That's not important."

"Except it is-"

"Tom! Focus!" The girl snapped before zooming in on the picture on her screen. "They all have little red pin pricks on their necks, almost as if they were injecting it into their necks."

"Or someone was injecting it for them," Thomas said softly. He was interested now as he looked at the picture of the dead man, his mouth hanging open with spit dribbled down his chin. "I don't know much about drugs, but I don't think you inject it in your neck."

"Exactly what I was thinking, also the weird neck drugs probably killed them."

"You think you can get toxicology reports?" Thomas asked as he flopped back down on his back.

"Tom, I'm on the honor roll, not working for the CIA, I can't hack that."

"Well fuck, guess we'll gotta result more to physical investigation."

Teresa grinned. "See now that's what I'm talking about!"

"And we still have the Deadpool problem."

"That's not a problem Tom, he's just into you."

"What if he finds out who I am?!"

Teresa groaned loudly. "Tom come on. He's never tried to hurt you and the only times you've seen him was when you went to his apartment."

Thomas narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Do you have a thing for Deadpool?"

Teresa shrugged. "I did some research, he's funny."

"You're actually fucking insane."

"My point is!" Teresa snapped. "He's not killing people, something else is."

"Okay, okay, point taken."

"So, come on let's make a plan. Spiderman and...I need a name."

"No you don't."

"Yes I do.'

"No, you don't."

"Yes I do."

"Teresa please stop talking."

"Okay."

_____

"Newt?" Minho called out as he entered the apartment.

Newt groaned and kicked his blankets off. "What fuck face? I was just about to jerk off to my mental images of totally legal Spiderman's ass."

Minho pushed open the bedroom door and cleared his throat. "Uh, I think we may have a problem."

"I never like hearing that from you." Newt winced as he sat up, bracing himself for the worst.

"Uh remember when we used to store that cocaine and heroin to pay rent?"

Newt nodded. "Yeah, let's never do that again. It kept getting stolen. I had to kill like three guys."

"Newt, I'm being serious." Minho's face looked dark which made Newt's heart drop in his chest.

"Please don't tell me someone died."

Minho winced slightly.

"Awe fuck someone died."

"Newt I think we might have fucked up really bad, like worse than your face bad."

Newt slowly got out of bed, cringing again at the way Minho was staring at him.

"Minho what the actual fuck is going on, you better start talking to me because you're really freaking me out an-"

"The drugs, they weren't really the drugs we thought they were."

"Meaning?"

"They're lethal and the wrong people have them."

"Well fucking mother of holy hell Minho."

"Yup." The korean boy gave Newt a pained smile. "We're fucked."