Setting: After Spider-man gets hurt, you are responsible for helping him.
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     You have been working with the Daily Bugle for years now, and you absolutely love it. The pay is awesome, your co-workers are cool, and your boss? Yeah, he was cool in his own way. You just have to get to know him.

Your job was fairly easy. All you had to do was sneak into police scenes, ask questions, and write an article. But lately, all that people cared about was Spider-man. Spider-man this and Spider-man that. Oh look! Spider-man is saving a girl from falling to her death.

Ugh. Who cares. You grabbed the newspaper from this week. Yes, it was The Daily Bugle. You flipped to the third page, where you could find a picture of Spider-man. The picture was magnificent itself. You could see all the small details. Whoever took this picture must have a nice camera.

You sighed. It's a good thing you only write articles. Taking pictures is not your thing.

"Hey Y/N! Shouldn't you be leaving?" You looked up at one of your co-workers. It was only James.

"What time is it?" You asked.

"About five," he replied.

"Wow," you said lamely. You stared at each other for a while before you picked up your phone and slipped it in your pocket.

"See you later."

You waved and made your way to the elevator, newspaper still in hand. Once you reached the bottom floor, you threw the newspaper away. It's not like you will be reading anything on it.

As soon as you stepped outside wind blew against your face. It was a harsh winter wind. It cooled your soul, and you rubbed your hands together.

People scurried past, and you suddenly noticed something was very wrong. People were screaming, and children were hiding behind their parents.

There was a huge hole in the middle of the street. A few cars had sunk in. You gasped as you saw the destruction of the city around you.

Terrorist attack? You thought. The thought made you angry and your stepped further outside. Your eyes scanned the surrounding city for anything suspicious. You saw Spider-man swinging from building to building.

This is all him! You thought angrily. Why would he do that? What's the point of destroying the city? You gripped your hands at your side. Yeah, you weren't a fan of Spider-man. As he swung past, you couldn't let the opportunity slip past.

"What is wrong with you!" You screamed up at the swinging figure. He didn't hear you, and kept on.

You breathed out in annoyance. Men, I swear. Suddenly a thin guy pushed you to the ground.

"Hey!" You yelled at him. He pulled you up quickly but he seemed lost in his thought.

"Run!" He yelled before taking off. You brushed yourself off and rolled your eyes.

"Whatever," you grumbled at him. More screaming came behind you, and you spun around. A woman was being chased by a kid with freaking lightsabers. Not only that, he was wearing a Spider-man suit look alike.

You thought about what to do. You could run away like a loser, or help that lady. But potentially get chased after. What do I have to lose?

You ran toward the pair, and pulled the lady towards you. You threw her to the side and waved at lightsaber boy.

"Hey, loser!" You yelled. You couldn't see his expression through the mask, but he stopped his moving for a second.

"It's Kidpool!" He finally said.

"What?" You watched as the lady stood up and ran away. At least she is safe.

"Kidpool!" He ran at you and you let out a screech, not expecting the fast movement. You turned around and took off.

"Come back!" He yelled behind you.

Breathing heavily, you said, "Never, loser!"

You dove around flipped over cars, and holes in the ground.  You didn't notice the upturned rock, and you fell. You face planted on the cement, and let out a small groan.

"Haha!"

You rolled over and found a lightsaber at your face. You sat up quickly.

"You could've killed me!" He shrugged and raised his other lightsaber. Suddenly an arm wrapped around your underarms, and you were lifted into the air. You screamed before realizing it was New York's vigilante.

"Spider-man, put me down," you said through clenched teeth. He swung away from Kidpool, ignoring you.

"Why-" He was interrupted when you both started falling.

"Use your webs!" You screamed.

You clung to him and you two landed on the hard ground. You landed on top of him, perfectly fine.

"What the hell!" You mumbled before standing up shakily. He laid there for a moment. You couldn't take it anymore. Your day has been totally ruined.

"What the hell!" You said a little louder. You turned away from him and started walking towards The Daily Bugle. It was closer than your apartment. As soon as you walked through the doors, you sat against the wall to catch your breath.

/<time skip/

As soon as things cleared up, you had wanted to go home. You were going to cook some pasta and take a warm shower. Halfway home, you heard a groan. You paused, thinking it must be someone who had been caught in the fight. You kept walking when you heard a small voice.

"Please..."

It was heartbreaking, but you kept your cool.

"Where are you?" You called out.

"Over here," he said. You ran to the voice, which was behind a car. You gasped as you realized it was Spider-man. You noticed the disappearance of his hand and ran to him. His whole hand was chopped off, and bleeding profusely.

"Please.."

You grimaced at the sight. You need to stop the blood flow. What do they do in the movies? They stop the blood flow. You were only wearing a short sleeve shirt and skinny jeans. Nothing you could rip up. You glanced at his mask. It was elastic and it should work.

You ripped the mask off and tied it around his wrist. You tightened it and he cried out.

"You're okay," you tried to be soothing.

The blood wasn't gushing out anymore, and you kept holding his wrist. You looked at his face, and his eyes were watching you. He was quiet handsome. But you couldn't tear yourself from all the emotion in his eyes. He looked sad.

"It's okay..." You said quietly.

This was crazy. You were helping Spider-man. You took off Spider-mans mask. You saved Spider-man. You gripped his wrist harder. He was going to need medical attention. And you weren't in any a doctor.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"Y/N. What's your name?"

You realized your mistake. Why would he give you his name? You worked for The Daily Bugle. Revealing his name could ruin Spider-man.

"Umm. Peter." You smiled at the name.

"I don't know any Peters, so that's good."

"Yeah," he agreed.

After a few moments of silence, you spoke.

"Who was the kid?"

"His name was Kidpool. Part of the Deadpool family. He shouldn't have been here," he said.

"Deadpool?"

"Some crazy lunatic."

You nodded like you understood. But truly, you had no idea what he was talking about.

"I take offense to that." Someone said. You jumped, but kept his wrist in your hand.

"What are you doing here?" Spider-man said. Whoops. Peter.

A muscular man in a spider-man look alike suit walked into your view. You was impressed by all the muscles he had. Must have taken years to gain those.

"I ran out of food. But on a completely different subject, have you seen a mini me?"

"Is that..?" You said quietly to Spider-man. Peter, jeez.

"That's Deadpool."

"Wow," You said while staring at Deadpool. He was ripped. You couldn't look away.

"Actually," Peter said extra loud. "I have. He cut my whole freaking hand off!" He complained. Deadpool shrugged.

"He tends to do that."

Deadpool pulled a katana out of his back. He cut a piece of his arm off. You looked away while holding in my vomit.

He walked over and handed his skin to Peter. To your amazement, his skin grew back. But his suit didn't. Peter took it and swore under his breath.

"What are you doing!" You said and let go of his wrist. Peter swallowed while gagging and took in a breath.

"Sorry."

"What's your name?" Deadpool breathed in your ear.

"Ew." You pushed him away and he shrugged. He turned.

"Anyways this was fun. I gotta go. See you later Spidey!" He disappeared right in front of your eyes.

You breathed out.

"Look." He said.

You turned around and your eyes were brought to Peters wrist. The muscle was growing back. After a few moments, his whole hand was back.

"Deadpools a life saver." He said and smiled at you.

"You are too, don't worry."

You rolled your eyes.

"Whatever."

He stood up and gave you a quick hug.

"You did great."

You smiled.

"You too, Spider-man."

With that, he sprung a web and took off into the city.

"My hero."

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