(Spideypool) The Itsy Bisty Spider(man) Ch.3

     Growling Spiderman demanded to know, “How is it you’re holding me so easily!?” He had super strength after all so this didn’t make sense.
     “Plot holes the writer forgot about.” The taller male replied and blinked when the one in his arms stopped moving and turned his head. Deadpool knew if he could look at him he’d be looking at him like he had lost his mind. And he had. But he was right about this.
    Both right anD OH MY GOD WHY DO WE LOOK DIFFERENT!?
     Don’t yell it’ll echo, the writer just found a simpler way of showing us.
     Oh ok.
     “Would you two shut up I’m trying to work.” Deadpool said to the voices and grunted as Spiderman swung his head back into his causing him to let go and stumble away from the smaller teen a hand over his nose, “What was that for!?” he whined.
     “You’re trying to kill me!” Spiderman snapped facing him once more. What was with this guy?
     “Well yea but you don’t gotta be mean about it.” Deadpool huffed stomping his foot like a child would while throwing a tantrum.
     Sighing he shook his head, “Look man let’s just…let’s just get this over with ok?” And thankfully the fight ended rather quickly once he figured out who this man was and how he worked…well as best as anyone could really. This man was a question in and of himself after all. But with the right dodges and timed attacks he soon found him self at home safe from any killer.
     But not his dads.
     “Where have you been?” Dad number one, Tony, asked as he walked out to the living room and saw his son laying on the couch with his mask off but the rest of his suit on, “Going to need to fix your suit again…and clean those wounds…fight?” He asked sitting kneeling in front of him.
     “Fighting…some lunatic…Deadpool…” Peter somehow groaned into the pillow his face was currently buried into.
     He froze. “Well…we now have a problem…maybe…was he sent to kill you?” Tony asked and groaned when Peter nodded, “God dammit…we have a problem…fan-fucking-tastic. Alright kiddo let’s get you cleaned up yea?” Tony said while standing and helping his son up and into the lab where he cleaned him up and set the suit aside to be sewed up.
     After extensive questioning and a lot of pain as his wounds were cleaned Peter was soon let go and dragged himself into his room. Flopping down onto the bed he nuzzled closer to the soft pillows and closed his eyes allowing himself to fall into a deep much needed sleep.

MEANWHILE

     “Yes it’s kinda gonna take longer than expected.” Deadpool hummed to the angry woman over the phone as he lay on the couch eating his favorite tacos, “Hey, hey, hey listen Al I told you i’d get back later than you wanted, it’s not my fault he’s a sassy little spider.” Was all he said before hanging up. Tossing the phone onto the coffee table in the hotel room he was occupying he picked up the file on Spiderman he had made, sense no one knew jack shit about him other than he was a hero, and scanned the papers for what must’ve been the thousandth time.
     The kid was only eighteen so he was still a baby. Rather cute too. Somehow Deadpool had had the fortune enough to be stalking his little spider at the right time and caught him changing into his Spidey outfit, which all he did was take off his normal cloths, and had to say this kid had a lot to learn. He was adopted by Tony Stark and Steve Rogers so he had them to worry about as well. He’d have to be sneaky if he was going to take out the Avengers leaders son. Taking a deep breath he looked over the little bio he had gotten. Spider bite. Family dead. Friend was going insane. Girlfriends both dead. Bisexual. Lived at Stark Tower. Blahblahblah~. Boring words.
    Well this could either be good or bad…but for now who knows. The idiot doesn’t  even have a plan yet.
     Hey he just met the guy met him some slack! Not like he could get him alone somehow and make it seem like the last time was just some tantrum.
     I think you just had your first good idea.
     That was it! He needed to get back out there and find his baby boy. Stalking mode activate! Cackling as he jumped out of the window Deadpool took off to hunt down his little spider. Within an hours time, normally it would take half the time but sense he got hungry and saw some pretty women it took longer, Deadpool found himself scaling the side of Stark Tower until he found the room with his little love arachnid. Knocking he hummed, “Pst~. Peter~ Open up baby boy it’s your friend~.”
     Looking over with sleepy eyes he froze. How was he…why…when did. Shooting up he stormed over and opened the window, “How on earth do you know who I am!?”
     “Long story short I might’ve stalked you a bit and taken some pictures so either let me in or your cute ass will be causing Instagram to explode.” Deadpool grinned under his mask.
     Not seeing another option he stood to the side and let the maniac into his room. Slamming the window shut he walked over to the bed and sat down rubbing the back of his neck, “So…you’re an insane gun for higher and stalker. Great.” Just his luck the man would pick Peter to have as a plaything. Wonderful. “Look man I don’t know what you want from me but you need to leave me alone or else-“
     “Or else what baby boy~?” he purred flopping onto the bed, “You gonna spank me~?”
     Peter wasn’t sure if he was blushing at the suddenly nickname, the tone or the spanking thing. “N-no! And don’t call me that! You think I’m going to help you if you get your dumb ass caught by my dads?” Peter snapped crossing his arms. Flailing he let out a yelp as he was yanked down and forced to cuddle with the murderer. When was the last time he washed this suit!? It smelled like blood, gun powder, tacos and…what was that? Cheap perfume? Gross!
     “Oh how sad my baby boy doesn’t love me!” Deadpool sighed dramatically as he nuzzled closer to his captive pressing his face into Peters neck, “And here I thought we were going to get married, move to a house and have five kids and three dogs!”
     “What are you talking about!?” he snapped struggling to get out of his hold but the fact that somehow Peter now found himself under the murderer made it so much harder to get away from him, “Let go!” Peter growled low.
     Humming Deadpool nuzzled closer as he straddled the other males hips, “Nah~. You’re very comfy and I don’t wanna move.”
     He growled but relaxed and let the other man cuddle him not seeing any other way to stop it from happening. “Well…how long are you going to do this?”
     “As long as it takes for you to fall in love with me.” Deadpool grinned chuckling at the loud groan Peter gave off hearing him say that. Someone wasn’t happy.