Harry was beyond infuriated. This anti-hero was completely idiotic and putting people in harms way for stupid reasons.

Louis stares at the wilted daisy on the floor and sags his shoulders.

"Do you not like daisies, hot-shot?" He asks and Harry throws his hands up in exasperation.

A crowd has started to form around them and Harry could hear the faint sounds of police sirens behind them. He looks at the people around them before shooting a web and swinging onto the roof of the building. Louis seems confused as to why he was left so suddenly when Harry shoots a web at the anti-hero, pulling him up onto the roof quickly.

Louis lets out a shriek as he falls onto the platform. He lands with a thud, moving to stand quickly, dusting himself off.

"That was not cool, hot-shot." Louis says, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Listen to me, Louis. Stop trying to make a fool of me. Stop acting as if you have actual feelings. Just stop." Harry says angrily.

"I'm not acting though!" Louis argues, and Harry rolls his eyes under his mask.

"Sure you aren't." Harry retorts. Louis moves to say something but the taller lad stops him. He turns and runs to the other side of the building, jumping off without another word and swinging through the streets.

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"I don't know what to do, Ni. He's driving me insane." Harry mutters, tugging at the ends of his hair. Niall only laughs, shaking his head.

"What I don't understand is why you like him. Like, doesn't he look like a shriveled up testicle?" Harry's face reddens and he shakes he glares at Niall angrily.

"That's mean. And completely—"

"True." The blonde finishes with a cackle. Harry shakes his head, slipping out of his Spider-Man suit. He's left in a tight pair of boxers, listening as Niall laughs to himself.

"You're rude. Like, seriously—"

"You know I'm joking. But honestly, you liking him is weird. I mean, you're a hero and—"

"I don't like him." Harry retorts, grabbing a pair of basketball shorts and putting them on. He walks out with the blond, making his way to the living room. He grabs the remote and walks towards the couch, sitting down slowly. He lets out a content sigh, closing his eyes for a moment.

That's when he hears the police radio in his room going off. He groans in annoyance as Niall just laughs.

"Deadpool spotted at Rothchilds Bank. He's considered armed and dangerous." He could hear from his room.

"Go on and save the day, lover boy." Niall says, smiling softly. Harry considers leaving this to the police, that is until he hears more.

"He's holding dozens of hostages." Harry stands up quickly, cursing the world around him. Sometimes he wishes he wasn't bit by a radioactive spider because this superhero job wasn't as glamorous as the comic books make it out to be. It's a physical nuisance at times, leaving him tired and beat by the end of the day.

But at the same time, he loves the feeling of saving people, of being the reason they get to go home to their families at night. That's one of the reasons he does this.

He grabs his suit and slips on, hopping around the room as he looks for his mask. He finds it, putting it on and listening to the police radio going off on how shots were fired.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Harry whispers, jumping out his open window and swinging through the streets manically. He makes it to the bank in minutes time and lands on the roof across the street.

He looks through the glass windows, seeing a mass of people huddled around each other. He could see a man in a red suit walking aimlessly through the bank. He sighed in relief, not seeing anybody was hurt.

He takes one last glance at them before jumping off the building and walking to the police cruisers on the streets. The police officers seemed grateful to see him.

"Spider-Man." One of them says, "Deadpool has taken hostages and—"

"I know. I don't think anyone's hurt. I can handle this, don't worry." Harry answers and the officers seem to let out a deep breath. Without waiting, he walks past them, straight through the front doors of the banks.

The minute he was through, gunshots fly towards him and he jumps, leaping onto the ceiling and sticking to it.

"I said no police–oh, hi, hot-shot." Louis says looking up at him. Harry falls from the ceiling and lands on his feet, straightening quickly.

"Mind telling me what you're doing, Tomlinson?" Harry asks and Louis just shrugs, twirling the gun in his hand.

"Just tryna get your attention, hot-shot. You left me hanging last time." He says nonchalantly.

"You're fucking delirious." Harry retorts, glancing at the hostages huddled in the corner. Fifteen people.

"Yes, maybe. But that's beside the point."

Harry walks towards him, slowly but surely. He watches as Louis continues to babble, saying something about how they should go out.

"What?" Harry stops suddenly.

"You know, like on a date. It'll be a blind date, since I don't know how you look like and—"

Harry takes that moment to jump at him, shooting a web, letting it curl around the gun and watching as it gets thrown across the room. He kicks Deadpool, letting him tumble to the floor. He quickly stands up, dusting himself off.

"That was rude." Louis comments, pulling out another gun and pointing it at the hostages.

"Come at me, hot-shot." He says and Harry could hear the smirk in his voice. The taller lad stares at the gun and the hostages.

"Louis, put it down." He says, voice wavering slightly.

"Awe, is Spidey gonna cry?" He asks. In the next moment, Louis pulls the trigger and a scream rings in Harry's ears. He turns to find a man crumpled to the floor, blood pooling around him.

Harry sees red; he shoots a web, pulling the gun from Louis' hand and punching him square in the jaw. Deadpool groans and slumps against the wall.

"Got yourself a good right hook, hot-shot." He says, but Harry already has his arms raised again as he delivers blow after blow against Louis.

The boy doesn't move, just stays against the wall and takes it, barely making any noise. Harry moves to punch him again but his wrists are being gripped roughly.

"Okay, I deserved that. But, that guy wasn't good—"

"Shut up!" Harry screams and tries to move away from him. He could faintly see the hostages running out of the bank, leaving the dead man on the floor.

"Let me explain!" Louis reprimands. Harry slumps and moves away from him.

"He was my mission. Some lad, a real life Edward Cullen type guy, is paying me big bucks to assassinate him. He was some type of child molester and—"

"You expect me to believe you?" Harry asks, glancing at the body before turning away.

"I wouldn't lie to you, hot-shot." Louis replies and Harry only sighs. He looks at his feet, his mind confusingly going back to when Louis asked him to go out. Why, when there's a dead body a few feet from him, is he thinking about dates?

"So were you lying about taking me on a date?" Harry looks up for an answer but finds the bank empty.

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