•Chapter 8•

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Ok. This interesting thing happened to me. Both Bruce Banners and Thor followed me on Wattpad! I was like (O_O). So yah... Also, thank you for 2.4k reads! I'm so grateful. I love writing and seeing so many people love what I write makes me so ⒽⒶⓅⓅⓎ! I'm gonna cry... Well, get on to the story before you see the author ugly-sob!

Peter's pov

I stare at the masked man. rage boiling in the pit of my stomach. This scene was very familiar.

Uncle Ben. . .
UNCLE BEN!

Blood, his lifeless body.

Her lifeless body.

I shake my head. 'Get it together, Spidey. Now's not the time for recalling the past. '

Tears start to form, but I blink them back. Now's not the time for tears either.

The mercenary who killed the man was no other than Deadpool. I had seen him online and in the newspaper.

My fists clench and unclench.
Swiftly, I grab Deadpool by the collar and shove him against the wall.

"WHY?!? WHY THE HELL DID YOU KILL HIM!?! " I shout.

I use my body to half-pin him to the wall as he struggles. Damn, this man's tall.

Through his mask, Deadpool seemed to start smiling. Why is he-

"Kinky"

EH!?! Hold up...

Deadpool slides his arms out in my surprise and...

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I think you get the point.
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After multiple cries of protest and a lot of webs...

"Congratulations, you were the first person to sexually assault and harass me on the job. " I grumble, facing the burrito-wrapped Merc.

"Can you untie me? I think my Chimichangas are getting smushed." Deadpool begged.

"Nu-uh. Now to the nearest police station. . . " I murmur quietly.

"Please don't! " He struggles in his binds to no avail. "I was helping! He was trying to rape a teenage girl. He deserved it. "

Deadpool looked proud that he 'saved' someone.

"Nobody deserves death! That's not being a hero, it's being a self-arrogant fool. " I pause to catch my breath. I hate these kinds of people-

"So teach me. "

"Pardon? "

He sighs. "You said that's not a hero. So teach me how to be one. "

What? Me?

" I-I can't. I'm not- I can't-" I stutter.

He cocks his head to the side. "Why? "

"I, um-" Wait, why not? Why not teach him. Then he'll never take a life again.Plus if I were to ever die... there would still be a hero so keep New York safe.

"Ok." I sigh.  "I'll teach you. On one condition. You will never ki-"

"Unalive." He interrupted.

I groan in frustration.
"Fine, you will never 'unalive' someone. No matter what they've done. And new rule. Don't interrupt me. "

He agreed to my conditions a little too easily. "Alright." I look around at the buildings. One caught my eye. A small cafe on the corner painted a soft blue tone.

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