Spidermans POV:
Everything hurt. I only see black and taste iron..metal?..God I don't know anymore..I just felt in complete and utter pain, vision blurry.

Something felt soft underneath me. What felt soft? Wasent I just hanging from a building or something by a guy in a red suit..red..blood. A small chuckle escapes my lips and I regret it. My ribs also hurt for some reason as well and I couldn't even describe the pain I was feeling in my left leg.

Did he shoot me?

"Oh good your awake" A gruff voice says from my right and I groan trying to adjust my vision enough for it to focus so that I could see who it is.

As soon as I have a good enough look I immediately try to pull back. That was a mistake. My body hurt beyond belief and my head too.

"Now now, no need to get your panties in a wad sleeping beauty" the bastard says and I snicker.

"Why am I here? Who are you? Why did you shoot me?" I inquire.

"Woah slow down there's no way I'm going to be able to answer all that without..all song!" The guy loudly says pulling out a microphone from who knows where.

'Well my names Deadpool~

You were a fool and got shot in the leg!

I took you here because I'm such a swell guy!

I also was sure if I left you there the hentai octopus sex machine was going to rape you! Maybe!'

Finishing up the verse he drops the microphone and does some weird cross armed racist black guy impression.

My mouth held agape and I just try to get out of the bed not wanting to deal with..whatever this was.

Get back to Aunt May's. Go home. Sleep and go on the date with Gwen that I was supposed to attend.

CRAP GWEN!!

My legs wrap around the sheets and I try to pull out but I only end up falling. Just as I was going to collide against the hard wooden floor I feel some arms wrap around me holding me still.

"That really wasent a good idea well unless you were going for a broken nose which I gladly would do for free if your into some bat shit crazy masochist crap" he says and I just sigh.

Does this guy ever shut up?

Honestly does he just like hearing his own voice?

"Can you let me go now?" I ask him and he laughs straight out letting me go till I really did collide with the floor this time.

Hissing in pain I crawl back up glaring at him, I wonder if I tried hard enough his head would burts into flames. That would be amazing.

"So um..Deadpool why the hell am I really here?" I ask him trying to calm down.

"Wouldn't you want to be here? I mean after all you did get shot in the leg and that's gotta suck" he says and I  only nod. He was the person to shoot me though. I suppose if I go along with his crazy delusion that I am a friend of his or whatever I would be let go off.

"So your names Peter?" He asks me and my eyes shoot wide.

"How did you know that?" I ask him and he chuckles.

"First rule of being a her kiddo: don't leave your wallet in your fucking suit" he says throwing my brown leather wallet at me and I catch it too only see that he stole all the money. Classy.

"Didn't they ever teach you to not steal money from kids?" I ask.

"Didn't they tell you to not loose your shit? Finders keepers loosers weepers" he retorts.

I open my mouth to give a remark back but he opens his mouth before me.

"You look like such a nerd for a hero kid..you sure you didn't accidently mistake this gig for Hogwarts?" He asks me and I turn a bright shade of crimson.

"Well I wouldn't be making fun of people's appearence..how do you look under that mask anyway?" I inquire.

"Well just use your imagination...just think of how two old people doing it would look then take that image combine it with steamed potatoes and there you go" he says and I repress the urge to puke at the thought.

Was he serious?

"Don't get too hung up by it, nerds aren't that bad actually they are sorta attractive if they look like you" he says patting me on the head and I only let out a small growl.

I already hate him.