"Tech guru checking in, I repeat copy Spiderman."

"Please stop calling yourself that," Thomas groaned as he dropped down into an ally.

"Fine, fine, I'm glad you're not dead."

"I'm not dead."

"I said I'm glad!"

Thomas rolled his eyes as he snuck quietly down the alley, his back pressed tightly to the brick wall. He carefully peered around the corner, letting out a soft breath as he saw two men by the street corner. They had on long coats and hats, looking overly suspicious. Thomas let out a breath and tried to scoot closer, cursing softly when he realized that he probably couldn't get close enough to hear them.

Thomas shook his head, giving up completely and strolled over to them. He coughed loudly before waving pathetically at them.

"Uh hey guys, what's going on?"

Both men turned quickly toward him, their hats covering most of their faces.

"I was wondering if you knew anything about potentially letha- oh okay that's a gun."

"Get out of here if you know what's good for you."

"I'm kinda known for making stupid decisions."

The guy went to grab Thomas but he was quicker. Thomas shot his hand out, wrapping the guy in his web. He ducked as the other guy pulled the trigger of the gun.

"Don't shoot people!" Thomas snapped as he webbed the gun away from the guy. "It's not nice!"

"I don't think they care about being nice!" Teresa's voice sounded in his ear.

"Shut up!"

Thomas shot his webs out at the gun guy, tying his body to the light post behind him.

Thomas let out a breath and stood up, his hands on his hips. "Now, are you guys ready to answer my questions now?"

One of the guys scowled at him. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"I think you do," Thomas said as he squatted down next to the first guy he wrapped up who was laying on the ground. "I think that because you wouldn't have tried to shoot me otherwise."

"I'm not telling you shit kid!" The man spat which just made Thomas roll his eyes.

"Come on, I hunted you down, don't make it be for nothing...people are dying! You don't want people to die right?" Thomas hesitated for a moment. "Okay, you probably don't care about that, but listen if you tell me something useful I won't call the cops."

"You can't call the cops." The man on the lightpost snickered. "We weren't doing anything illegal."

"B-but you're on a drug corner. You don't have any drugs on you?"

"Nope."

"Fuck!" Thomas cussed loudly as he kicked at the sidewalk.

"No offense, but you're kinda a shit superhero."

Thomas huffed as he crossed his arms. "Just give me something, come on."

"Listen here kid, this is just painfully pathetic so I'll just tell you that if we talk, it's guaranteed death, so get out of here and stop poking around before you end up dead too."

Thomas rolled his eyes and spoke to Teresa through his suit. "This didn't work, we need a new plan."

Teresa huffed loudly into her mic from Thomas' bedroom. "Okay, come back we can regroup and think of something else."

"Well thanks for nothing guys." Thomas huffed as he glanced back at the two men.

"Wait you're just going to leave us here."

Thomas shrugged. "The webs will dissolve in a few hours."

"Wai-"

Thomas shot his webs on a building and was gone before the guy could even finish his word.

____

"Newt!" Minho snapped as he barged his roommates door open. "What the fuck man?"

"Problem?" Newt asked as he tipped his sunglasses down and let the straw of his drink drop out of his mouth.

"Yes! You're calling this a solution?" Minho waved a paper in front of his face. It was a sign Newt had made with blue marker. It said "No drug dealers allowed" with a poorly drawn picture of him slicing off the head of a man. Newt snickered as he looked at the next picture which was of Newt sitting on the headless body while smoking a relatively large blunt.

"Hey, if I saw that, I wouldn't come in." Newt took a deep breath and stretched his legs that were only covered by a pair of red and black plaid boxers. "Now if you'll excuse me, I was busy here."

"Newt!" Minho snapped. "You're watching H2O in your boxers while drinking chocolate milk."

"Chocolate almond milk Min, I'm not a heathen."

"What does that even mean?!"

Newt let out a breath. "Min come on, it's not that serious."

"You thought it was a big deal when I told you!"

Newt shrugged. "I changed my mind. No one's died in a while right?"

"I think that's wrong. I don't want Eran to find out because then she'll actually beat out asse-"

"You'd like that wouldn't you?"

"That's besides the point."

Newt laughed loudly, clapping his hands together and almost spilling his chocolate milk. "I always knew you were into some submissive shit Minho."

"I'm not!"

"Not even a little bit?"

"Even your gay ass thinks Eran is hot!"

"See now that's besides the point...now come on Min, Cleo just got splashed with water, I need to know if Lewis is going to find out she's a mermaid!"

"Newt come onnnnnn," Minho whined. "We have to do something about this before we're held accountable."

"I know that what you're saying is you expect me to fix it and that's not going to happen." Newt sat up on the bed and put his milk on the nightstand. "If I fix it, I'm just going to slice some people up until it's over."

"So? That's what you always do."

Newt cocked his head slightly. "I don't think Spidey would like that."

Minho groaned loudly. "You're still on that?!"

"You're still on Eran!"

"Can we please stop discussing our landlord?"

"I don't even know where to find these lethal drug lords."

"Yes you do."

"Until a week ago I thought the drugs were being stolen. Now I'm realizing we were just kinda transporting them, not selling them."

"That's just because we're stupid."

"Just a little bit."

"Maybe Spidey can help us!"

Newt shook his head. "Negative. We're not putting him in danger. If we're going to fix this, it's on us."

"So you agree? We're going to fix this."

Newt sighed and pushed his hair back from his head. The only person he took his mask off around was Minho. He tells himself it's because it's hot in there, but he knows that it's because he trusts Minho. Of course the other boy pokes fun at him, but Minho knows how Newt feels about his scars. The first time he saw him he broke off with a strong of insults, telling Newt that he looked like an apple that got fucked up by a katana in fruit ninja, but that night when they were on the couch watching a movie Minnho softly told him that it wasn't actually that bad. Minho was the only person who'd ever seen him without his mask on, well not including the times before the scars.

"I guess I'll fix it."

"Okay how?"

"You ask me to fix it then you want to be involved, I do not understand you one bit Minho."

"I feel partly responsible."

"How so?"

"Well I bought stuff with the money we got from harboring the bags."

"You're such a badass honestly, the world may be safer without you in it."

Minho watched as Newt pulled on his jeans and a red hoodie before grabbing his gun and shoving it into his hoodie pocket.

"I thought you were going to stray away from killing people."

"Protection." Newt grinned as he tugged on his boots.

"At least tell me what you're planning on doing."

Newt grinned at his best friend as he pulled his mask over his face. "Getting more cocaine of course."

___

"Is that Deadpool?" Teresa asked as she focused the binoculars on a red figure.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Thomas snapped as he scooted farther up the wall. He brought Teresa with him this time, they'd been stalking drug deals for the past three hours, seeing nothing interesting until none other than Deadpool strolled up to the corner alley.

"I told him to stop!" Thomas snapped as he glared at the merc even though he couldn't see him. Thomas and Teresa were across the street, away from the deals but close enough to where they could see.

"What is he even doing?" Teresa wondered out loud as she stared at the red boy.

"I'm gonna kill him, I'm actually going to kill him," Thomas muttered as he watched Deadpool talk to the man. The man slipped his hand into his coat and pulled out a wad of cash before handing it over to the merc.

"He's paying him," Teresa said as she leaned forward a bit as if that would help her to see better.

"So I've never bought drugs before, but I feel like this just really isn't how it works."

"Yeah, this is backwards."

"Unless Deadpool is selling the drugs again!" Thomas exclaimed. "We're gonna follow him when he leaves."

"What?! Isn't that dangerous?!"

"I thought you wanted dangerous!"

"I might be going back on my decision!"
"Dude! We're following him."

"Fine! But if I die I'm gonna be so pissed at you!"

"Deal!" Thomas said as he watched Deadpool military salute the guy.

The merc turned to walk away, practically skipping down the street.

"Now! Let's go!"

Teresa was silent as they left the alley and took off after the merc. Thomas kinda forgot that Teresa had to run and didn't have super handy web shooters.

"Fuck this," Thomas said as he wrapped his arm around his best friend's waist and shot a web at a nerby building. Teresa screamed as they swung through the air, tightening her grip on Thomas hard enough to leave bruises.

"TOM!" She screamed as she clenched her eyes closed. "Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod I'm gonna die."

"You're not gonna die!" Thomas said back as they landed on one of the building tops. "It looks like he's heading back to his apartment. It isn't far from here."

Teresa was bent over, panting with her hands on her knee caps. "Thomas Edison you have to fucking warn me before you shoot us through the fucking air."

Thomas rolled his eyes. "Don't be so dramatic."
Teresa jabbed her finger out at him. "I'm gonna fuckin kill you boy, just bet."

Thomas pointed down to the street where Deadpool was turning a corner. "Come on! We have to keep on him!"

Teresa let out a long breath, but allowed Thomas to grab her waist again. "You owe me big time for this."

Thomas grinned under his mask and shot his web again, swinging to the nearest building. He ignored the way Teresa's fingers were digging into his suit and the way her muscles clenched.

"Jesus fucking christ are we almost there!" The girl yelled as they landed on another building top.

Thomas nodded. "Just a few more buildings I promise."

"I changed my mind, I don't want to be a superhero. I want to stay on the ground, forever."

Thomas smiled at her. "And that's why you're my tech guru."

Teresa scowled. "Oh so now you finally use the name."

"We'll work on it," Thomas stated as he took in a breath. "Ready to go again?"

"Can I fucking die?"

____

Newt pushed his apartment door open, kicking off his shoes immediately and trading them for his black crocs. "Minho! I'm home!"

"Uh N-Deadpool, you may w-wanna come into the kitchen," Minho stammered.

Newt hesitantly pulled the gun on his hip out of its holster and silently cocked it. "Be right there sweetie."

Newt held the gun out as he slowly turned the corner. He almost laughed when he saw Minho in the kitchen. The korean boy was literally hanging from the ceiling, wrapped in webbing. When Newt saw Spiderman in the corner with a dark haired girl who had a hood pulled up over her head in a pathetic attempt to cover his face, he did laugh, and loudly at that.

"Hey Spider baby, why did you tie up my roommate?"

"He's hostage!" Spiderman snapped which made Newt laugh again. He put the gun back in his holster.

"Jesus Min, you made me think someone dangerous was in the apartment."

"Hey!' Spiderman shouted as he threw his hands up in frustration.

"Sorry baby boy." Newt cringed slightly before sitting on one of the kitchen chairs and kicking his feet up on the table. "So, what brings you by? And who's the girl? You can take your hood off by the way, I'm not going to kill you."

Newt watched the girl slowly drop the hood. He felt a pang in his chest, she was pretty, really pretty.

"I'm Teresa," she said softly.

"Don't tell him your name!" Spiderman snapped.

Newt rolled his eyes. "Spidey, the last thing I want is to kill you or your girlfriend."

Teresa made a face. "Definitely not his girlfriend."

"Whatever sweetheart. Can you please explain why you're in my apartment and can you please cut Minho down before he pisses himself."

"Shut the fuck up N-uh Deadpool."

"The webs will dissolve in two hours."

"TWO HOURS?!" Minho shouted. "Dude I just ate tacos."

Newt snorted out a laugh. "If you shit yourself, I will die laughing."

"You can't die idiot."

"I think that would finally do it."

Minho sighed and let out a defeated breath. "Fuck man."

"You're still hoarding drugs!" Spiderman accused as he pushed himself out of the corner and slammed his hands down on the table. I told you to stop with that!"

"What? No I'm not."

"Yes you are! Teresa and I saw you!"

Newt scrunched up his face in confusion for a second before realizing. "You were watching me today?"

"That's besides the point, people are dying and you're helping with it. I know you don't care, but I do."

Newt couldn't resist the urge to facepalm, so he did, smacking his gloved hand roughly against his forehead. "You don't understand."

"Understand what?"

"I'm not hoarding them, well I am, but I'm trying to help!"

"How so?"

"I'm trying to catch the guys."

"The drugs we've been keeping here are lethal," Minho said from his place on the ceiling. "And they haven't been being stolen, they were being taken."

"Yeah, I guess I didn't think about how weird it was that they were paying us to take drugs, until they started going missing by the bag and then we kinda realized that they weren't being stolen exactly."

Newt rolled his eyes. "Thanks Minho, just tell them we accidentally helped distribute lethal drugs."

"I thought you liked Spiderman!" Minho shouted.

"I like his ass, I don't know if I trust him yet. He could be plotting my death any second!"

"YOU CAN'T DIE!" Minho practically screamed. Newt could feel the frustration rolling off of him, which made him snort out a laugh.

"He could set the apartment on fire-"

"I'm not going to set your apartment on fire," Spidey cut in.

"Anyways." Newt waved his hand like he was dismissing the previous conversation. "I'm storing the drugs again, yes but with good intentions this time. Here I'll show you!" Newt grabbed the piece of paper out of the kitchen drawer before sitting back down and spreading it out of the wooden table top. "That's the drug dealer," Newt explained as he pointed to his blue crayon illustration of a man with an X over his face. "And that's me." He dragged his finger over a blue crayon person with two giant swords and a massive dick. "And that's what happens when the drug dealer comes to my apartment." Newt grinned as he showed Spiderman the image of him jabbing the two massive swords into the drug dealer.

"I'm sorry, but are you also impaling him with your dick?" Spiderman asked slowly.

"Yes."

Teresa laughed before quickly covering her mouth with her hand.

"I like her." Newt grinned as he leaned back in his chair.

Spiderman looked confused. "Why are you trying to help?"

"Because I don't want lethal drugs traveling around the city? Plus." Newt let out a long breath. "If Francis is behind it, I'm going to skewer him like a kabob."

"Francis?"

"Old friend."

"Uh okay, well we're trying to stop it too."

"Cool."

"Cool? Really that's all you have to say?"

"What do you want me to say baby boy. I don't really do team ups."

"You make no sense!"

"How so?"

"Y-you flirt with me all the time! Then you don't even want to be near me."

"I didn't say that I didn't want to be near you baby boy, I'm saying that I don't do the whole 'teamwork' thing."

"So what? We're just going to both try and stop them separately?"

"Sounds good to me."

Spiderman looked up at Minho helplessly like he was silently begging for backup.

"Dude, you webbed me to the ceiling I am not helping you in this one."

"I thought this conversation was going to go a lot differently," Spiderman replied as he winced.

There was a loud knock on the door that made Newt freeze.

"Fuck," Minho cursed softly.

"Is that them? Is that the drug dealers?" Teresa asked, sounding almost excited.

"No," Newt said as he stood up from his chair. "It's worse."

The door swung open, hitting the wall behind it. Newt winced as he shoved his hands in his pocket. "Okay listen I can explain-"

Eran cocked her head as her eyes fell on the boy in the corner. "Is that Spiderman?"

"Eran, meet Spiderman, baby boy meet Eran our landlord."

"He doesn't know your real name right?" Eran asked as she pointed to the hero.

"Nope."

Suddenly Eran froze, her eyes widening slowly. "Minho Park what the fuck are you doing on my ceiling?"