Things to know: Ned's a dick in this so sorry in advance.
Spideypool time ;)
"That's stupid!" Ned yelled. "So you're saying that I'm a bad friend?!"
"I never said that--" Peter tried to interrupt.
"Well it was heavily implied! Well I'm sorry I wasn't giving Mr. Spiderman his daily dose of attention. God, who knew you were such an egomaniac?" Ned poked Peter's chest.
"Ned, that's not at all what I'm saying!"
"I'm sorry if I'm damaging your pride! Wouldn't want Spiderman to be upset! He can't tell jokes and dance like a monkey in front of the public! After all, Spiderman is nothing without his attention! It's all about you! Peter this! Peter that! I'm stuck being known as Peter's fat, retarded, ugly sidekick!"
"All I was saying is that you go to too many parties--"
"We all know you just don't want me to have a CHANCE at becoming even somewhat popular! Mr. Parker has to be the center of all attention because he's the amazing Spiderman! Son of Iron Man!"
"Ned! Can you please listen to what I'm saying?!"
"No! Listen to what I'm saying for once in your life! I hate the burden of my reputation plummeting because I hang out with a loser like you!" Ned spat.
"...that's how I make you feel?" Peter asked.
"Y'know Peter, just because you're a loser doesn't mean you have to drag me down with you! Truth is, I'm not into stupid stuff like Star Wars and legos. I was just trying to please you to keep my parents happy. I don't give a fuck anymore! Peter Parker, you can kiss my motherfucking ass! I hate you! I've always hated you!" Ned screamed. Peter blinked back tears as Ned shoved past him and out the door.
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"You're moving away?" Peter asked MJ. She frowned and nodded.
"Sorry, Peter. My dad got a new job in California." She sighed. "I'll miss you."
"Please don't go. I don't know what I'll do without you."
"Hey, don't give me that. You're Peter Parker. Probably the most loveable guy I know. You'll make new friends in no time." She glanced over to Ned, who was laughing about something with Flash. "And not fake ones like Leeds."
Peter hugged MJ. She softly smiled at him and walked out of school.
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"Hey there, Penis Parker." Ned smirked as he walked over to Peter. "Heard Gwen died. Guess you're family isn't cursed, you just kill everything you touch."
"Go away Ned." Peter sneered.
"Hey, watch your mouth Parker." Flash spat as he leaned against Ned.
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"No way! Him?! Spiderman?!" Flash laughed after Ned told him Peter's secret.
"Believe it." Ned gave a wicked look to Peter, who was gaping in shock. "Turns out twig arms has got some muscle on him."
"Puny Penis Parker is Spiderman, eh?" Flash cracked his knuckles as he stalked over to Peter. "Let's test that."
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Peter arrived home with another new bruise. "Aunt May! I'm home!" He announced. He looked on the couch and saw her and her boyfriend passionately making out. Again. He clenched his fists and went to his room.
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"Hey, get away from him!" Peter looked towards the source of the noise. A boy stepped in front of him, blocking him from Ned and Flash. "You'll have to go through me!"
"And who the hell are you?" Ned asked as he crossed his arms.
"My name is...Luke." He said. Peter rose a brow.
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"You can change back now." Peter told Luke once Ned and Flash were out of sight.
With a poof he became Loki again.
"Wasn't Ted your friend?"
"His name is Ned and yes. He was." Peter sighed. "You don't need to protect me Uncle Loki."
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"Hey, kid. The team is heading out on a mission so you'll have the house to yourself for awhile." Tony told Peter as he suited up.
"Ok, Mr. Stark."
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Peter sat by himself in the common room, no one to keep him company. He already watched all the movies he could think of and nothing interesting was happening online.
Suddenly, something red and black fell from the ceiling. Peter jumped in fright, confused as to why his Spidey sense didn't work.
A man in a red and black suit hopped out of the rubble if the ceiling. "Man, I knew this was the wrong tower."
"Who are you?!" The man looked towards the kitchen and saw Peter holding up a frying pan. "I'm not afraid to use this!"
"Oh shit. Do you live here? My bad. Say, do you happen to know where Wayne Tower is?"
"Isn't that a mansion? Wayne Manor?"
"Oh! That explains it!"
"Anyway, isn't that fictional? Batman is a comic book character."
"Are you kidding me?! I'm in the wrong universe too?!" He held the bridge of his nose. He looked over to Peter. "The name's Deadpool, may I know the name attached to that gorgeous face?" He held his hand out for a handshake.
"Peter," He answered hesitantly, slightly putting down the frying pan and shaking his hand.
"Peter Quill?"
"No...?"
"What other Peter is in this universe?" Deadpool scratched his head. "OH! Peter Pan?"
"No!"
"Damn." Deadpool snapped his fingers in defeat. "You would suit those tights though."
Peter turned bright red. "Get the hell out!"
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Deadpool walked in through the elevator the next day. Peter was suprised when he walked in. "How did Friday even let you in here?"
"Two words. Plot convenience."
"What?"
Deadpool sighed in dissapointment. "Nevermind."
"What are you doing here?" Peter crossed his arms.
"Well, I gave up on trying to head to Wayne Manor to hang out with Alfred so I decided to hang out with the cute boy from yesterday." Wade told him as he sat next to him on the couch. He grabbed the remote from Peter's hands.
"Dude!"
"Relax, you weren't going to watch anything." Deadpool rolled his eyes. He turned on the tv.
"That spider menace has been missing for about a week now. Has he decided to hang up his webs?" Jameson said on the Daily Bugle.
"Spidey's missing?" Deadpool asked in concern.
"You're a fan?" Peter rose a brow.
"Of course! I'm his number one fan!" Deadpool chirped. "He saves the day without killing, and he has a nice ass too."
Peter turned slightly pink but Deadpool didn't notice. "Are you a superhero too?"
"No, I'm more like an anti-hero. I'm a mercenary." Deadpool said lazily as he began channel surfing.
"You're a WHAT?!" Peter exclaimed standing up.
"Mercenary. Kill people for money." Deadpool shrugged.
"Bad people?! Only bad people, right?!" Peter asked.
"Duh. I'm not THAT crazy." Deadpool scoffed as Peter sighed in relief and sat back down. "Hey, Peter?"
"Hmm?"
"Where are we?"
"Oh, Avengers Tower."
"wHAT?!" Deadpool shot his head over to him.
"Avengers Tower? Would you prefer if I call it Stark Tower?"
"They're not here?! Right?!"
"No, they're on a mission."
"Thank god." Deadpool relaxed again. "Mind telling me who you are and why you're in Avengers Tower?"
"Nope."
"Worth a shot."
A/N:
This is kinda messy but whatever.
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