trying to make up be like: 

my life

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Random Building

Next Day

3:59 P.M.

"I'll be honest," Peter admitted, his arms folded, "I thought you weren't going to make it." His silted eyes gazed at the mercenary who was currently out of breath and on the ground currently dying. 

"I had to sprint here, Spidey," Deadpool said, lifting his arm to pound it twice on his chest and then raise the fist to the air, "dedication." 

Peter let out a small laugh, and noticed how Deadpool beamed. 

"You have a beautiful laugh, Spidey," he whispered. Peter was glad about his masked because his face was as bright as Black Widow's hair. 

"Let's get started. Why do you kill?"

"To get money to buy chimichangas and guns!"

Peter squinted at the man before him. 

"Nope. Another reason." 

The man hesitated. 

"To try to actually bring bad bad people down to hell where they belong." He responded in a small voice, as if his answer would be incorrect. Peter hummed. 

"Yes, well do you think you're doing good by killing them? By forcing them out of this world to make sure they don't do any more harm?" he asked softly, sitting next to the mercenary. 

Deadpool silently nodded. 

"Well, if there was a rapist and you were hired to kill him and you did then you think you did something good for the world and for the girl who was raped, yeah? Well, if you don't kill them but take them to jail then they will serve their sentence; perhaps it is death. But if you kill them without trace then the girl whom was raped will not know that she was avenged. She will live in fear  for a long while thinking the man is still out there, waiting for her. That is why I do not kill; so that people who do bad things are given a second chance and is punished for what they have done." 

Deadpool was silent for a while, then suddenly put his hands to his head: 

"I've been doing more harm then good!" 

Peter felt bad for the man. He gently laid a hand on the man's shoulder. 

"I will help you do good, Deadpool," he promised. 

"My name is Wade." 

"Okay, Wade. Let's get started. First rule: Do not shoot anyone in a vital area. I know you know where vital organs are. Try to hit a leg or an arm to immobilize them. For now, I will take your guns and you will only use hand-to-hand combat for the first week. We will patrol once a day and I will evaluate your behavior at the end of the week. And debating on whether it was appropriate and whether you killed or not then I will either let you continue your patrols with me or I will kick you off. Understand?" 

Deadpool processed this. 

Okay. He could do this. He gave Peter a thumbs up. 

Peter stood up, happy. "Then let's go!" He stood up and jumped across the buildings, trying not to use his webbing so that the merc could keep up. 

They run across the rooftops at a high rate speed, and Peter was grateful that it was a slow night tonight. Only when he heard a woman's scream did he stop. 

"Okay, Deadpool. Take out the man without killing him. I will stay up here and watch." 

With a nod, Wade jumped off and landed behind the man. 

"Give me the purse, lady!" 

"That is unkind word choice, young lad," Deadpool quipped lightly. By force of habit, he tried to grab a gun from it's holster. 

Damn. 

It wasn't there. Retaliating, Deadpool grabbed the man's fist as he tried to punch said merc. He twisted the arm in which a normal arm should not bend. He swiped his legs from under him and crushed the guy's calf. The man let out a blood curdling scream and held his arm in agony. Deadpool grabbed the purse and handed it to the woman. She grabbed it from him in a fiery and ran off. 

"You're welcome!" Deadpool hissed, placing his hands on his hips in a sassy manner. "Teenagers these days, I'll tell ya-," 

"Good job," Peter said, landing next to him. Deadpool screamed and launched himself onto the Spider. 

"Oh you think so? I think that we can be BFFS!!" Deadpool yelled in glee. Peter ripped Deadpool from his body and stepped back. 

"...Yeah. Okay, well I think that's enough for tonight, I will meet you at the same place at four for tomorrow's patrol, okay?" Peter said skeptically. 

Deadpool danced around happily. 

"Yay!" He yelled. 

Peter laughed at Deadpool's stupid dancing. Deadpool beamed at him and Peter could just make out the smile played at the man's lips through the mask. 

What. 

"Well, I'd better get going, now," Peter said, turning. Deadpool waved with his foot in the air.

"Goodbye, Spidey-San!" 

Peter snickered before thwiping a web at a building towards Avenger Tower. 

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Stark Tower

Living Area

7:00 P.M.

"You look happy, how was the walk?" Steve commented, putting down the newspaper in his hands. 

Peter's face did not move from being a smile. 

"It was more of a light jog," Peter explained, walking out of the elevator. Clint was finishing whatever was left of dinner, and nobody else was seen. 

"I made dinner," Steve said, getting up from his chair, "would you like some?" 

Peter shrugged. 

"Nah, I'll just have an... apple." Peter picked up an apple from the fruit bowl and cleaned it on his shirt. Steve smiled fondly at him. 

"Alright," he said, "I'm going to drag your father from his lab. Goodnight, Peter.." 

A\N OKAY IMPORTANT! I REDID THIS CHAPTER, AND ABOVE IS THE FINISHED PRODUCT. BELOW IS THE SCRAPPED ONE AND IS NOT RELEVANT TO THE STORY. IT IS NOT RELEVANT. 

Woah this has been a weird week.

So this is the end of this chapter. Below is the scrapped piece. 

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Peter laughed at the stupid Deadpool's stupid dancing.

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Wade accidentally killed one man on the first week. Peter called it a success week considering Wade's normal behavior of killing.

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Peter noticed that Wade likes to protect him and take bullets for him. Peter had mixed feelings about that.

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For the first week, Wade continued to do a good job with no killings. Peter was impressed.

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One month later, Wade decided to take jobs again; only ones that did not require any death but turning people in. Peter was happy about that.

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Wade had invited Peter to play Mario Cart with him, and nervously tried to take back the invitation. Peter of which replied with:

"No, you doof. I'm going to make you drag me there yourself if you don't invite me!"

Wade beamed at him.

He had sheepishly let Peter into his home; Peter didn't judge the mess or the blood stains.

"I'm going to order pizza!" Wade said. Peter smiled at the man.

"I could eat."

To make a long story short, Peter stayed the night. He woke up on the couch with Wade's foot on his side and Wade's body flipped up towards the ceiling on the ground as he snored loudly.

"Wade," Peter groaned lightly shoving Wade's foot off of his side, "get up."

"No! Never! I was riding a unicorn!" Wade exclaimed, flipping himself over to lay on his belly. Peter shrugged.

"Fine, I'm leaving okay? See you at patrol."

Peter only hopped out of the window when he got a lazy thumbs up.

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Peter was bi. He knew this, nobody really knew about it but him.

After Gwen... Peter's world widened and shrunk a small bit. He knew he liked Wade- but to think of him as a lover? Peter didn't know what to think about the mercenary.

They were sitting on a rooftop, watching the sunset. They were in a comfortable silence, legs hanging off the roof.

"Hey, Wade?" Peter asked, glancing down nervously. Wade's head snapped towards his voice.

"Yeah, baby boy?" Peter smiled at the nickname the mercenary had grown costumed to.

Without a second thought, Peter ripped his mask off, his brown hair fluffing all over the place.

Wade gasped at the cuteness overload.

"Oh em gee! Spidey you're adorable!!" Wade exclaimed excitedly. Peter stuck his hand out towards the mercenary.

"Name's Peter Parker."

Wade had an inward dilemma. Should he show his scary face to this beautiful young boy and potentially scare him off? Or should he not, and potentially betray the boy's trust?