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Izuku isn’t quite sure how he landed himself in his current situation. It was so overdone that he was almost tired of the predicament. When he imagined his college years, he hadn’t quite predicted that he would be slinging across the city and praying that his least favorite - but definitely the most interesting - vigilante wasn’t the cause of another large explosion. Saving innocent people and stopping drug rings was what he had signed up for whenever a biochemistry field trip turned into his vigilante origin story, not babysitting someone with loose morals and seemingly never-ending humor.
When he wasn’t encountering the villainous vigilante - the adjective dubbed by the public - during his own patrols through the city, he was checking the local news station every hour between his lectures and homework. The latest information? Deadpool was rummaging through a popular bar frequented by gangs. The police wouldn’t acknowledge it, but everyone without a badge knew that it was riddled with drugs (namely strength enhancers), tax fraud, and illegal gun shipments. Izuku was fairly certain that the city had underlying corruption, but after being on the scene since the start of summer he still hadn’t gathered the evidence for conviction.
So, instead of fighting the secret but not so hidden corruption of the elites, he was walking into the front doors of a bar, and it wasn’t to get a drink. Izuku was still underaged. It was actually because he needed to stop a murder. Nowadays it seemed that he was working more frequently to stop Deadpool from killing another person instead of actually investigating the death of his father. The signs pointed to something larger than he had previously expected, but the constant additional work proved difficult in the balance of his separate lives.
The sight he was introduced to was not unlike many before: Deadpool with a gun steadily trained on the owner of the bar and a few scratches of his own to display. The disturbing thing is that Izuku was never certain if the other vigilante would decide to pull the trigger or not. It was not unsimilar to a coin toss, the only difference being that it usually depended on how good of a mood Deadpool was in. Out of all the times he had encountered the other, there were only a few occasions that he was actually pissed.
Izuku would be afraid if he didn’t understand Deadpool’s motivations. He hadn’t the slightest clue as to why, but he knew that the vigilante wasn’t a villain despite how awful his actions were. He had a reason for everything, even if it included a warped sense of morals. Deadpool had yet to attack Izuku and only seemed to be focused on those who had wronged him.
“I’m only going to ask you once more,” Deadpool said, pushing the gun further towards the manager’s head. “Where is Dabi?”
And there was the familiar name. Izuku wasn’t sure how Dabi fit into the story, and he surely didn’t know who they were. He just knew they were important if Deadpool was inquiring every possible suspect about their location.
“Spiderman!” The civilian cried and Izuku cursed, rolling his eyes. So much for his stealthy entrance.
“Deadpool, honey, what have I said about threatening civilians?” He quickly webbed Deadpool's hand to the bar counter and pulled the gun towards him with his webs. It was almost routine at this point. Izuku wondered how long it would take for the vigilante to get angry about his missing guns. He wasn’t sure how many more he could hide under the bed of his dorm room.
He watched Deadpool pull at the webs with difficulty. They were strong, Izuku would know. He spent multiple hours after being bit by the spider with a notebook stuck to his hands. No matter what knives he used to cut them, there was never enough tension to break through. He woke up in the middle of the night afterward, passed out on his floor. He was lucky that Shoto, his roommate, was pulling an all-nighter at their 24/7 library or his secret identity would have been revealed.
“You should use a condom more often, Bugboy,” Deadpool remarked, “it makes less of a mess.”
Izuku could add that to the list of sexual jokes he's heard come from the vigilante's mouth within the last few months. He sighed. “Don’t you have anything better to do, Deadpool? Do you know how exhausting it is to prepare your milk and clean your diapers?”
“Very funny.” Izuku was sure he rolled his eyes under the mask. “I see you’ve been scrolling through the twitter hashtags.”
He webbed the vigilante further to the counter and offered a hand to the owner. “There's great fanart as well.”
There was the nod of a head and then a moment of silence, “Do you know all the shit that mans done? Prison isn’t nearly enough for him.”
Despite his concurrence, there was nothing Izuku could legally do. “Did you even have an English education, Deadpool? Everyone knows you need evidence and reasoning to back up your claim. How do you think the police will respond to ‘Hey this guy that you’re protecting because you’re corrupt as fuck should be in jail!’? Without proper evidence and public opinion to protect us, there's nothing we can do.”
Izuku was quick to web his mouth. He was certain that it didn’t do much with a mask in the way, but it got the message across. He knew that the response would’ve been some comment on how his way of justice was supreme, even though they both knew that was incorrect. It may have seemed better in comparison to the police, but Deadpool himself had stated multiple times that he wasn’t a hero. Neither were going to act as though he was, especially because it was the main reason, he continued to reject Izuku’s attempts of a team up. Deadpool liked to work alone, but he couldn’t help but feel that they were investigating the same issue. Izuku figured that if he wanted to convince the other, he would have to do so whenever the two were completely alone and unfocused on fighting. It would set the mood to make him listen instead of being brushed off every time.
“Spiderman, thank you so much.” It took everything in Izuku not to frown in disgust. He would probably spend the remaining time searching for whatever evidence was in their files before the police showed. One word to the press and there’d be no protection from the police.
“Let's make one thing clear,” he looked at the thankful man who had his hands together in a prayer. “I know that your business is corrupt so trust me when I say that the moment I obtain any evidence to put you behind bars, that's the first thing I’ll do.” It seemed to sober the owner up because he hurriedly ran from the bar. If they wanted to get some information, they’d have to be quick.
He began applying an anti-web serum, coconut and vinegar, to release Deadpool.
“I bet you’re into bondage,” the vigilante stated. “Have you ever roleplayed as a spider?”
His dead-pan stare seemed enough of an answer. “As much as I wish I could leave you here, I worry for the police that try to detain you.”
As unrealistic as that seemed, Deadpool was no joke when it came to evading the police. During the first month that he had interacted with the vigilante, Izuku had never been successful in catching him. It came as quite the shock to him whenever Deadpool sliced out his knife and cut through his wrist to escape the web that stuck it to an alley wall. He realized then that it was probably easier if he worked towards convincing the other from his deadly ways. It could even become beneficial to have someone else working alongside him.
“I’m starting to think you enjoy my presence. In love with my manly charms, Spiderman?”
“I’m rolling my eyes right now,” he explained. "And you’re the one who keeps rejecting my proposal.”
Izuku hoped this wasn’t a bad idea, but he had no time to go through any evidence all by himself. He had way too many classes and papers waiting in his dorm for him to investigate even with Shoto’s help. Maybe it would keep Deadpool preoccupied as well. “I’ll let you steal some of the papers from the office if you’re quick. It might be enough to get him convicted.”
“Really?” He seemed surprised, though Izuku could understand why. Any of their past encounters usually ended with Izuku lecturing him of his violent ways and gathering any documents to investigate before leaving Deadpool to fend for himself. “What's the catch?”
“If you find anything interesting, you let me know,” he watched for any show of emotion beneath the red mask, but there was none. “And you refrain from murdering for a week.”
“Going on vacation?” He could almost hear the smirk.
Izuku shook his head, “My duties aren’t just babysitting, Deadpool. I don’t know what you’re after, but I know there’s corruption deep within this city and someone needs to put gas into the weed wacker.”
“Are you an English major?” He asks, as if that has anything to do with their current conversation. “A plus for your use of imagery and your reminder of evidence to support a claim.”
“Who says I’m in college?” He questioned. His senses tingled at the sound of sirens. “You’ve better get started; the police are coming.”
“You and you’re fucking spidey sense,” the vigilante laughed. Izuku supposed that it would be weird to get warned without actually hearing the sirens for oneself. “You’re really leaving me here to do this myself?”
Izuku saluted, turning to make his escape, “No killing for a week!”
The vigilante agreed reluctantly, but instead of turning back and nodding, Izuku focused on the city as the sun set behind it. It was his place to protect, an agreement he made to himself and the genetically altered spider that bit him. He was going to rid it of its corruption one weed at a time and make it a safe place for civilians even if it killed him.
All of that would have to wait, however. He had a chemistry test due at the end of the week and some leads to investigate first.
“You haven't moved in six hours,” Shoto said as if his neck weren’t screaming the same thing. He had about four used packages of ramen brushed towards the edge of his desk in a stack to show for his hours of homework. “You shouldn’t have procrastinated.”
Izuku sighed, “It wouldn’t be this bad if I didn’t have to randomly suit up everyday to stop Deadpool from killing another person.”
Shoto nodded and Izuku was grateful that he wasn’t as put off with the fact that his roommate was Spiderman than he imagined. He hadn’t wanted to expose himself, but it had only taken a month of their sophomore year for Shoto to realize that his friend had gained spider abilities. Izuku was actually surprised that it had taken that long considering he was always coming through their window in the late hours of the morning.
“Maybe you should try asking him politely,” he suggested. “What are you going to do when it's exam season? There's no way you can protect the city, babysit Deadpool, and investigate your father’s death while cramming information for the end of semester.”
“I know.” Izuku fought the urge to hit his head against the table. “That's why I’m trying to team up. I just have this feeling that we’re after the same corruption but instead of working together and combining information, we’re effectively stalling the other from getting anything done.”
Shoto offered a small smile. “How about I start looking into a few things while you focus on getting caught up with classes.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, what else is a computer science major good for?” He sat at the desk beside Izuku and started observing the documents. “I can probably get more information than you when it comes to investigating anyways.”
“Thanks.” He really did appreciate it. He would have to treat Shoto to lunch. “Now onto Spanish.”
“I still don’t understand why you chose to take upper-intermediate Spanish. Everyone dreaded the required credits for their majors last year.”
“It's in case Spiderman goes international,” he laughed. “Imagine all the people I could save if there wasn’t a language barrier.”
Shoto only chuckled.
Izuku was currently sitting in the middle row of his biology lecture hating that he was convinced to take a biochemistry major instead of just chemistry whenever his ears had started to ring. It was what caught his attention before his mind started to hyperfocus on his surroundings and fuzz the unimportant details out.
He subtly looked towards the door and tensed his jaw. Izuku wasn’t sure how well he’d be able to protect his classmates if there was an intruder on campus. He was sure that the sound of the door opening wouldn’t have drawn his attention if not for his concentration.
He was surprised whenever instead of an armed attacker, it was only Katsuki Bakugou, another biochemistry major. The blond man was fairly popular around campus for being the sophomore heart throb. He was great at sports, average in school, and spoke an almost impressive number of profanities. Despite his status, he usually refrained from having a large social life and stuck to only a few close friends.
He was going to chalk up his senses to a fluke until it started to get more intense. It was as if his senses were upset that he was considering ignoring them and they repeatedly focused in and out similar to a camera lens. It was at that moment he knew that Katsuki was somehow involved with his investigations or at the very least, he would be important for leading them in the right direction.
He plagued his mind for more information. He usually saw the blond working out whenever he went to the campus gym, and he could vaguely remember last year when Ochako made a group chat with all of the chemistry majors. That was probably the best way to become closer to Katsuki without being suspicious and he assumed that Ochako would be more than happy to establish a chemistry group this year as well.
He watched Katsuki make his way over to his seat five minutes late to the lecture and observed as he opened his book and started taking notes. He looked away quickly whenever his senses warned him of incoming eye contact and remained his cover as a student incredibly focused on the lecture.
Despite his plans to engage with Katsuki in the future, his spider sense wouldn't stop bothering him. It was like a constant bell in the back of his mind that prohibited him from focusing. Izuku wondered if the universe was trying to make his life harder. To make things worse, Fridays were one of his stacked STEM class days which gave no breaks to the routine. It consisted of fifteen-minute interval breaks between lectures and a three-hour biology lab with only a thirty-minute lunch period. It was a struggle to get the right things to eat.
The ringing brightened as he heard the shuffling of pages and pencils dragging against paper. As much as he knew he would come to regret his decision, Izuku started to pack up his belongings and made his way towards the exit. It was all too loud and if he didn’t escape, he’d probably end up with a headache before noon.
Izuku was sure that it looked weird that the kid with perfect attendance and a great GPA had left so abruptly, but he found that he didn’t really care. He was always reminded that while his abilities saved thousands, at the end of the day it wasn’t something he had signed up for even if he was willing to use it for the better. The city was his to defend, but he was still just a sophomore in college that wanted to learn more and make friends. He dialed Shoto’s number and waited for the voice that always answered when he wasn’t in classes.
“Izuku? Why aren't you in your biology lecture right now?”
His spider senses seemed to dull down as he made his way into the bathrooms and checked for anyone. When the room was clear, he was finally able to freely speak. “My senses are going crazy."
“Your spider tingles?” He chuckled and Izuku was seriously regretting every decision he had ever made. “Sorry, it’s probably bad if it forced you to leave class.”
“You’re not even concerned that there’s an incoming attack?” He rolled his eyes, “Some friend you are.”
“Well, I’m assuming there isn’t if you’re calling me right now,” Shoto explained. “I’ll meet you at the cafe and we can go on a walk before your chemistry class.”
“You’re not too busy?”
Shoto sighed. “Even if I am, who cares? You protect so many people all the time and you fail to realize that someone needs to take care of you.” Izuku could hear conversations through the call that signaled that Shoto was already on his way to the cafeteria.
“Okay,” he accepted it and started walking towards the student center. “I’m on my way.”
He could only dwell on a lingering question: why was Katsuki activating his spider senses? It wasn’t the first time that he had activated them, but it was the most intense of them all. Normally it would be a quick switch, easy enough to ignore down to Izuku being stressed or simply anxious, but his senses going haywire weren’t normal in the slightest.
It didn’t take long for him to get to the cafeteria. It had the occasional student there who regularly ordered breakfast but was relatively clear which allowed him to easily spot his roommate.
“I got you a Poptart,” his friend said while offering the food. “I figured that it wouldn’t be too filling since you already ate.”
‘Thanks, what’d you get?” He asked as they made their way out of the building and started walking around campus.
He raised his hands to show a breakfast sandwich encased in tin foil. He wasn’t sure what the other saw in the sandwich, but it must have been something great if he was always buying them for breakfast.
“Do you want to talk about your spider issues?” Shoto questioned, his voice becoming quieter at the mention of a spider. There weren’t many people walking around campus, but he would hate to expose his identity from careless actions.
“What do you know about Katsuki?”
“Bakugou? He's popular, right?” Shoto took a bite of his sandwich. “He never acts like it though. He never really goes on social outings, and I’ve heard he has a foul tongue, though when I’ve interacted with him in the past, I haven’t gained much evidence of that.”
Izuku hummed. “I think he's connected to whatever we’re investigating because my senses wouldn’t stop.”
“Do you think it’s bad?”
“I’m not sure. I have a gut feeling it isn’t too dangerous,” he answered. “It feels different from an enemy. If anything changes though, I’ll take a more direct route.”
“I can dig a bit to try and find out more about him,” Shoto offered and Izuku nodded. “What’s your plan?”
“I think I’m going to ask Ochako to set up a group study or a weekend hangout of the chemistry majors.” He finished his Poptart. “I might be able to talk to him at the gym. If I can get closer to him, I may be able to get more information.”
But when he thought about it, Izuku figured it wouldn’t be bad to become friends with another biochemistry major.
“Are you going to be able to go to chemistry?”
“Yeah, I’m feeling a bit better now. Even if it returns when Katsuki enters the lecture, at least I’m prepared now.” He answered and popped some good old ibuprofen. “Thanks for helping me clear my thoughts.”
Shoto shrugged his shoulders. “I hope you can get through the rest of your classes. There's a reason why I never take Friday classes.”
Izuku groaned. He hated being a biochemistry major.
By some miracle Izuku was able to get through the rest of his day without much trouble. His spider senses had died down enough to let him focus through the lecture and the lab, allowing him to relax before deciding to go on patrol.
“Do you need me as your guy in the chair tonight?” Shoto asked as he scanned over the police station. It had been a relatively easy night by the sound of it.
He shook his head. “I should be alright.”
Closing the door behind him he kept his bag close to him. As much as he wished he could sling through his window and into the city, that could draw too many unwanted eyes and prove the theories of Spiderman being a college student correct. It was already bad enough that people were able to guess based on his student schedule.
Instead, he made his way into an alley by the college, checking beforehand with his senses to make sure he wasn’t being followed or observed. From there he quickly changed into his viridian suit, the fabric noticeably better in comparison to his rookie suit when he first started. If he had taken some pointers from Deadpool, well, nobody would know.
He jumped across the rooftop of apartments, now making his way into the streets of New York. Unlike the police radio suggested, crime was about and his attention pulled away at the sound of a scream. That was often the case during his duties, hundreds of criminal actions occurred under the police's radar, leaving them for the vigilantes of the city. He wasn’t surprised to see that it was a mugging, but he was caught off guard at the tall woman that stood over a much shorter man. It reminded him of a time where he himself had been in that exact situation before the spider bite made his muscles more defined and his senses heightened. He brushed that aside however, as the man started to struggle against her strength, stepping into action.
“As much as I am for equal rights and girl bossing, I’d rather this mugging wasn’t happening at all,” he remarked, his hands held out in front of him. He was hoping to deescalate the situation and persuade the woman from theft in the future. “How about you leave the guy alone. I can treat you to dinner or buy you some clothing.”
Izuku knew that most muggings were caused over financial issues and despite being a broke college student, he was willing to spend some spare cash if he needed to stop someone from theft. He never had time for a job, but he was lucky his mom always deposited money so he could buy food. He only needed to eat cheap to have enough left for his Spiderman duties.
His senses blared before the woman even moved, but he was too slow to prevent her from slicking out a syringe and taking the man as hostage. He cried in her grasp and Izuku noticed that her hands were squished tight against his arm. She laughed. “You think this is a mugging?”
Izuku stilled and suddenly it all made sense. He hadn’t heard her asking for money and she wouldn’t have hesitated to accept his offer of dinner if it was a mugging. Somehow, he had walked right into the very thing he was investigating: a drug that enhances an individual’s strength. Over the past few months, he was forced to watch it progress while he was off stopping Deadpool from murdering people and focusing on his career.
He’d seen the first prototype in action, a black liquid that turned the infected crazed with strength. The organization used innocent civilians as test rats instead of their own members and the only sign of their existence was the acronym AFO that marked some documents he was able to investigate before college had started.
The woman smirked, “Let's see how the amazing Spiderman, clad in green and armed with webs, deals against our improved enhancers.”
If Izuku could pause their interaction, he would remind her that green and viridian were very different and that he preferred the latter. It was as if the woman wanted to watch his world burn.
His webs weren’t fast enough to snatch the syringe because the moment they stuck, the gentleman from before was growing larger in size as the black liquid outlined his otherwise blue veins, leading him to chuck it towards the mouth of the alley.
He focused on trying to trap the enhanced man first because he had no clue whether his actions would impact the man after. As cool as it was to compare his life to a video game, it was far from it. He couldn’t just kill the man like a monster because he didn’t know what repercussions it would have on him once the strength enhancers wore off. He also didn’t know the duration of them. Before, they had lasted only a couple of minutes.
He webbed the man's face and pulled. If he could knock him unconscious, he could then take care of the woman and investigate.
“Nomu, snap his webs,” the woman called. His mouth dropped, surprised that the man successfully ripped his webs apart. Izuku balled his fists. Not only was the man coherent enough to follow her orders, but the serum had also become much stronger than before. How could he let this progress enough to where the drug could now completely take control of its injectee? “You see Spiderman, we've been making some adjustments inspired just for you! How does it feel to see that you’ve failed in stopping us while it was in the early stages?”
He scowled before his body was slammed into the wall, falling off of it like a sticky hand dropping from a ceiling. He groaned, his arms straining against his weight as he lifted himself up, and his head pounding. That was the fifth time he has ever been thrown into a wall and he was surprised that he didn’t find himself against one more often.
“Nomu, squash the disgusting spider,” she commanded and Izuku was quick to web her mouth. If she couldn’t speak, then the man wouldn’t have any directions to take.
He ducked as the man threw debris at him but stalled after his command was unfulfilled. It seemed to be his lucky day because despite his senses becoming crazed earlier, he noticed that the man was hesitating. Sure, the enhancers had grown to control the minds of those affected, but they no longer contained the uncontrollable rage that pushed them to fight. What was left now? Just a confused man who happened to have a bit more strength.
He webbed the man's hands as a precaution despite his strength wearing off. It seemed that the serum now lasted five minutes. He turned towards the woman only to find that she was already gone. Cursing himself for not securing her first, he dialed the local police so that the man could be checked for any medical issue with the new enhancers and file his report of the situation.
“I just called the police for you and I’d like to apologize for not being able to stop the woman from injecting you,” he told the man who seemed grateful. “Are you okay to wait for them yourself?”
If a civilian stated that they weren’t okay waiting alone, he would gladly stand by them until the police came, but he liked to ask on the off chance that the person didn’t mind as a way to avoid police interaction. Not only did they want to arrest Spiderman, but Izuku also wasn’t sure how corrupt they really were.
The man nodded, “Don’t worry about it, Spiderman. No harm done and I’m sure you’re a busy person so it’s no big deal.”
It wasn’t difficult to find the syringe at the mouth of the alley once he was finished and he pocketed it next to his phone. From there Izuku found himself once again slinging through the city. It was his way to cool off after an important fight. He felt so much pressure to take down the organization behind the serum that the stress was starting to build. He had failed, hadn’t he? Izuku wasn’t one to listen to the words of complete strangers, no less villains, but he couldn’t help but agree. He had wasted the summer months and now the colder days were approaching, and he had no knowledge to show for his time.
He noticed that he had somehow gone south towards the One World Trade Center. It was the tallest structure in New York and the building he frequented most when he needed to collect his thoughts. The sun was just setting as he allowed his feet to dangle over the edge of the building. He knew that the strength enhancers were somehow connected to his father's death. It was the same technology that he had been pursuing alongside a suit that could heal and repair injuries.
His body tensed as his senses tingled at the back of his mind and he looked over his shoulder to see a man in a red suit outlined in black. He wasn’t allowed a moment alone, was he? If he was babysitting a grown man he wished he was getting paid for it. “You can’t sneak up on me, Deadpool.”
“Fuck you and your spider senses,” he mumbled and sat down next to Izuku, his own legs dangling off of the building. He could agree, he really wasn’t appreciative of them after today.
“You’re the one who interrupted my time alone,” he said and noticed a folder in the vigilante's hand that contained a stack of papers inside. “What's that?”
“Printouts of the digital documents from the bar,” he answered and Izuku almost forgot the bar incident that had happened two days prior. “I was investigating a bit and followed some leads but I couldn’t search anything because it had a secure firewall. I was wondering if you knew how to bypass it?”
Izuku hummed, “I know someone who might be able to help us out.”
“So you don’t work alone!” He gasped. Izuku chuckled, knowing that it was a topic that many people tried to speculate on. “I bet they’re some computer science nerd learning to ethically hack.”
He tensed, afraid that he had messed up by mentioning Shoto at all. He didn’t want to drag his roommate into his hero business more than he already had. He failed to realize that even the slightest sign was enough to give it away.
“You wound me when you tense, darling,” he teased. He had foolishly fallen into his trap. Izuku really couldn’t lie for shit.
“I do not have a friend that's a computer science major and I’m not in college either,” he declared. He was slightly flustered, but he chalked that up to his horrible day and the cold wind that brushed against them. Their conversation seemed fairly domestic, and he wondered what had made Deadpool warm up to him like this. “Don’t make me web another person’s mouth today.”
Deadpool laughed. “Trouble in vigilantism?”
“Strength enhancers,” he responded with disgust. “I haven't been able to investigate them because I keep getting distracted.” He glared at Deadpool, hoping that he would catch his drift.
“I’m not going to apologize.”
“You’re a dick.”
They sat there for what must have been five minutes admiring the city before Izuku gained the confidence to speak up. “My father was a biologist focused on creating a suit to repair any damage to the human body.” He was sure that it was somehow related to Deadpool because his super abilities were regeneration. The vigilante was practically indestructible. The other seemed to tense at his statement and Izuku knew he was correct. “It wasn’t long until he was killed, and his work stolen by an unknown organization.”
Izuku could remember a couple days after his father's funeral when a man in all black had walked into their home and asked if he could stay for dinner. At the time, he couldn’t stop trembling as the man asked him questions his mom had prepared him not to answer. They both knew that his father's death involved foul play. He was lucky that the man didn’t seem to care much because it didn’t take many questions to have him finished with dinner and out of their apartment.
“I know that it’s somehow involved with the strength enhancers. Other than my senses warning me of it, the organization has the same acronym that they engraved into my fathers hand.” He focused on the facts to push away the tears. “I don’t know what you’re after, but I know it must be related.”
Deadpool was silent as if his humor was ripped away by Izuku’s story. “What was the acronym?”
“AFO.”
The other just stared off into the distance, probably processing the information.
“If we’re going to team up, we’ll need to decide a few things first,” he stared to slightly nod. “Our meeting place can be here, and we’ll have to decide the time based on our hours.”
“Okay, we can communicate through Twitter,” he said. “That way we both stay anonymous for now.”
“Our followers might be excited,” Deadpool chuckled, “but public opinion is going to crash if you’re teaming with me.”
“That's why I’m establishing a killing ban.”
“I’m not a hero,” Deadpool glared.
“I never said you were,” he said simply, staring into the white eyes of the red mask, “but if we’re going to work together, I can’t be focused on stopping you from murdering someone while we’re fighting against strength enhanced enemies. Even fighting without much of a distraction caused my body to be slammed against a wall. These people are dangerous, and we have to work together, not against each other.”
Deadpool seemed reluctant but agreed anyway, offering the folder of documents to Izuku.
“I’ll let you know what I find on this,” he waved the folder in his hand and tucked it against his chest. Then, he fished through his pocket and displayed the syringe between his index finger and thumb. “I also found this. I’m going to run it through a few labs and see if I can figure out how it works.”
“You’re definitely a chemistry major then.” There was complete silence until Deadpool laughed at the look on Spiderman’s face. He didn’t need to see his expressions to know that his eyebrows were creased, and his eyes deadpanned. “You really need to stop exposing things about your life so easily.”
“Oh fuck off.”
“Tell your guy in the chair I said hi,” he waved.
Izuku flipped him off.
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