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Back when he was bit, he was going through puberty. His genes were already really susceptible to change, and so when the bite went into his bloodstream, his body didn't resist it as much. His hormones didn't experience a big imbalance, not that he could notice at the time. For some reason the bite didn't kill him. Whatever that venom was meant for it wasn't aimed for murder. It seemed to melt to the person instead of feed off it, oddly enough. The bite, it changed him, more than most realize.

I mean drastic changes overnight during puberty aren't new, so no one really questioned it when he started acting weird. Well, weirder. When he became less social, more skeptical, people didn't really notice. The same thing was happening with most of the girls at the time, and the boys were all starting to go through that too. They were fourteen so when he started acting less human, it was brushed off, marked down as teen mood. When he became more athletic it was pushed aside in favor of getting him on a sports team. Boys get muscle, nothing new.

Except it changed him, really changed him, down the the bone. (Quite literally, his bones were practically hollow and oddly lose, while still being strong.) The bite made him how people see him today, and it is in him down to the skin on his feet. The bite became a part of his blood, his skin, his genetics, and he became the bite. It affected more than his physical strength and abilities.

When Peter started acting weird, May reluctantly admits she did attribute it to puberty. After his field trip the resulting fever wasn't immediate. Peter started to hole up alone more first, became less active for a bit. Three days after the trip was when the sickness came. After two days of having a fevered fourteen year old at home, he finally recovered. After that little things built up.

Peter's hair has gotten thicker, again something she just thought had to do with puberty.

He got less social.

He hid in his room more.

He could sit and stare at NOTHING for hours.

She, rather unshockingly, contributed it to teenage angst and mild social developments; the regular. After a while it became his normal and she didn't question it. Although after the whole Spiderman reveal she realised Peter was hiding a lot more from her than she thought. Maybe hiding wasn't the best description; when she thought about it, the oddities were rather obvious.

1.

May caught on slowly. After it set in that with the whole hero thing he had also gotten hurt without her there to help; she paid more attention to him. She didn't want him to not be able to come to her, but she now knew she couldn't wait for him to open up. May wanted to know and be there without Peter having to tell her he's suffering.

She had known he was odd for a while, but she did not recognize just how otherworldly he seemed. The webs lying around his room only added to the creep factor. It was less of a light switch moment and more of an accepting, slow, 'oh'. This had been going on under her nose a while, and some part of May realised that she knew Peter was less than human these days.

What she did not realise was that Peter's mutations had been literally physical, as well. She found this out one innocent Tuesday night, over some nice cheap New York Chinese take out. Safe to say, she did not have much of an appetite afterwords.

The duo had went down the street to get food, and watch Golden girls, which Peter had been oddly fascinated with recently, nothing more. Surprisingly on that walk nothing bad happened! No last minute invasion, emergency call to work, or snap of the universe! They managed to get home, open the door to the apartment, set the food on the coffee table, and sit down on the couch. She had thought they were in the clear, and had clearly jinxed it.

Peter opened his mouth to speak and "Peter..?" May asked squinting, "Why are you drooling?" Honestly, she raised him better than this. As she reached to grab a napkin to hand to him or honestly just wipe it off herself, Peter stopped her.

"MAY!! It's- Um, that's not droll," He said equally frantic and embarrassed in the way only teenagers can, "That's, well um. That's venom?"

She had promptly stared at him. What. The. Fuck? Apparently she had said that aloud because he responded, scratching the back of his neck.

"It's... Just a little side affect of the bite.." God, normally she would call his awkward pauses endearing but right now, she was... Flabbergasted. And that meant his pauses made her want to strangle him.

"Run that by me again?" She asks, and rubs at her eyes. Yeah, that's not a hallucination.

"Fangs," he says pointing to his teeth, "and they produce a numbing factor, otherwise known as a paracidic. Or venom." Peter let out a little chuckle to match his tone, and looked at her, amused.

And at that, she sat down and turned on Golden Girls; the food lying forgotten on the table.

After an episode or two, she sat up and stared at Peter. The mass amount of napkins he uses made sense now, a lot of things did.

She figures she took that pretty well.

2. (And 3)

Wade is a shitball, he knows this, he embraces this, and the people around him know this. Some people actively avoid him because of this, and yet spidey, that wonderfully innocent man, sticks around him. It's wrong, because people like him get avoided and stick with the other weirdos and Peter is the farthest from a weirdo. Hell, he was barley of age, He had celebrated his 22nd birthday a few months ago, and wade was 31. He watched him through the window eating cake and everything! Being fair, Peter knew he was there. Whatever the fuck was wrong with spidey had to be mental insanity on serious sociopath levels because there is no way he hung around Deadpool, Daredevil, and Weasel for regular reasons. Then again, how sane can you be when running around in spandex that tight all night? And with those flips!!

(The author most definitely agrees with him, Yellow.)

[You only like looking at his ass.]

{And he can't stand looking at you.}

(AWW you guys love mee!!!)

{You wish.}

Anyway, what was he doing? Oh! Right, spidey. Yeah the guy was weird. Not his level of weird, obviously, but weird nonetheless. Why was he thinking of him now?

{He thinks of him every moment. Like a creep.}

(We have a reason this time!!)

He was going on an official scheduled patrol with the guy!! Although they both knew each others identities and had hung out without mask before, they usually only ran into each other by coincidence. It wasn't that they didn't mesh well, or they didn't have time, no they had plenty if both, the both of them just... Hadn't gotten there yet.

[He avoids you. Admit it, the lusting is pathetic.]

He ignores that comment. Off to see his anarchid super powered buddy!!!

The streets were awfully quite. It was almost errie, sitting on an empty roof waiting for the merchant with a mouth to show up, almost.

...

He glanced to the faint silhouette of the moon.

...

Deadpool was late, if his skills were as sharp as usual. His stomach growled; usually he would be distracted by something right about now, making his practically unsustainable hunger go second to everything else. Then after they would regroup and use Pools card for insane excess amounts of food. He would get provided for and great company... Always a good contribution to his day, seeing a possible mate try to win him over so hard-

Hard pause. Did he just think the word "mate"???? What in the holy hell.. Oh gods(not the Norse though, Thor did not need to hear of this), not again, not again!

See he used to get like this with Gwen, and not only did that not end up well, it made him feel and act so gross. His spider sense would get less about protecting himself and more to providing for her and defending her. Maybe this was a one off? It didn't feel like it used to with Gwen, more.. docile?

It felt... Like a want to snuggle up but also bite Ward's head off when he got to loud. Wait- that's actually just how their relationship feels all the time. Nothing's changed! Yeah, he's just over thinking this, nothing's gonna come of a moments thought. Peter is just looking to deep, he only needs to go by feel, obviously. I mean it's worked so far? Yeah, he'll just keep doing what he wants.

So Wade was running a little late. Totally not his fault! There was a really small kitten in a box! He got sidetracked! Although it hissed and scratched until he left it alone. Cat scratches didn't hurt with his insanity high pain tolerance but it was the sentiment! Anyway, he was a few minutes off the meet up time, so he was running on roofs like a manic.

{More so than usual}

He could see his sticky friend sitting on a ledge, looking to the stars. This wasn't routine. Not that they had one, as we established earlier, they don't get to do this a lot. But wade is fairly sure he hasn't seen spides sad like that before! He would remember, it's not easy to forget with his back arched like that. Should he be worried? Oh no!!! Has spides finally had a break!? AWW and he even invited his love interest to watch!!

He decided to run up and surprise the hero; A usually hard task due to his fear tingle. (Heh, it gets him every time!)

"Heya Webs!"

Honestly he was just sitting in a peaceful silence, stretching his senses across the city and feeling it his surroundings. It was nice! Until Deadpool finally decided he was late enough and showed up out of of nowhere. When he heard one of his 309 nicknames stockpiled by Wade, he is embarrassed to say he did jump. Very high.

"'Pool, warn a guy!"

"Then it wouldn't be a surprise, that's no fun!"

Peter rolled his eyes. Why did he hang around this guy again? Wade stood there looking at him, eventualky speqking up, "Tacos?" Oh yeah, free food.

"Oh for sure. But later. We set this up for a reason. So quick rundown, huge drug bust today, I'm talking like minimum 150 people. Set up a convention like joint at a warehouse, we need to stop that, arrest the big dude on top, and his lackeys but that's second, and get out of there. The police still aren't to found of me, never less you."

Deadpool whistled, "Whew, spider you'd trust me to 2 V 150+ with you? AWWW I though the author was going to make this long going!"

Spider-Man was long used to these types of comments, so he ignored the irrelevant information. "It would have been a 3 V 150 had dated evil not broken a few ribs."

"I haven't had to deal with those in a while. At least not the long lasting type!"

"Yes, Wade, we all know you're healing factor is far superior to us measles."

"Poor little peasants, I would pity you but you should've just ate the rich."

Yeah, this was gonna be one long mission. At least some of the references he usually gets and they make sense with context!! This was out of the blue, not his fault for staring a Wade for a minute, mouth ajar. He stands by that.

They chat lightly when traveling to their destination, about smaller things like if Peter can still bruise (it depends) or how Wade is dealing with the Avengers still trying to arrest him. Soon, far to soon, they arrive. It was more than a shitty drug ring bust. A fucking trafficing ring. Peter hates those. Deadpool hates them even more, if that's possible. And guess shitting what? They had children. Safe to say Spider-Man broke a few ribs that day (Not his), and Deadpool took off a few limbs (also not his). That had put them both into terrible moods.

With their appetites lost, they sat on a nearby roof and talked for a bit. Just to listen for the police to come of course. And so what if they stayed together afterwards, patrolling? It was efficient. After that torture, the mood of the night was dark and ashen. Deadpool helped lighten that mood and made Peter laugh. It was nice and stress free for a bit, until they came upon some drunk asshole who didn't know the meaning of no. Pete hates that type; he almost lost a school mate way back when because of some airhead like that. Still, Deadpool made the night go easier. He briefly thought that maybe they should do this more often when wade made some dumb comment and, yeah, he's not gonna be the one to ask. What happens happens, right?

His thoughts are mostly settled by the time they part ways, so he heads straight home. He doesn't feel like eating or visiting a grave just yet. Maybe not at all today.

Spidey was always a breath of fresh air, A guy to just chill with, harmless banter. Today was supposed to be no different, except webs was all out-of body most of the time. And not in the fun way! In the dissociative obsessive way! Honestly, wade doesn't think Spidey even realised he was staring. He even caught drool seeping through the mask once. Freaky, and he would have been flattered if not for the occasional hissing he heard.

Usually he'd make a joke about it, but this was a little to uncanny for him. (And that's saying something, have you seen his face!?) Maybe Man-Spider did have something wrong with him, after all. Or, the more likely option, Wade had ticked at his sanity too much. Oh well, he's going to blissfully ignore the signs and go on with his day!

[We're going to obsesse over this, aren't we?] It was met with no reply. 

He didn't go home in silence that night, never able to, but it was close. His thoughts were lined up; they all asked one thing.

"Just what is going on with Spider-Man?"

Peter came home and peeled off his mask, finding it covered in venom. He really needs to fix that issue, it happens whenever he's agitable and yet he still hasn't created a stopper... Maybe- Eugh, yeah, no, even the thought of it pooling near his skin was gross. Stoppers? No, his fangs weren't always to full length and the amount of venom varies. He could actually try putting-

He lost his train of thought. While finishing taking off the rest of his suit he noticed something else. Something way too personal. Something that only happens when he's in extreme danger or by someone he loves. The self-preservation and nesting instincts bring them out. His spinnerets. They rarely ever make an appearance, and never on a regular patrol such as the one he had just gotten back from. 

Except this patrol wasn't regular at all, nothing can be with Deadpool involved. And apparently he can't be regular with Deadpool around, either. Well, the guy did joke he needed more of a creep factor, maybe this'll cut it? He lets out a sigh, and begins trying to wash out the venom. He's sure 'Pool has dealt with something like this before, he'll ask for advice later. Maybe he'll ask daredevil too, just incase. Probably. 

See he was innocently searching up Spidey's civilian identity when he got a text from the man of the hour himself!! Speak of the devil, am I right?

(The devil being an absolute angel on earth and speaking being not-so-leagal access to government records.)

He paused in his Facebook account deep dive and looked at his burner. Not from there, so it wasn't work related. 

Team Red

Tarantulvania: So do either of you by chance know how to get out venom? -01:34

Deadpool does know how. What he doesn't know is why webs would want to know how, he was with him practically all night and no signs of someone or something spewing venom on him showed up. He also knows for a fact Peter does have an actual pet spider- Oh God. That drool wasn't drool was it? 

Wade isn't actually an air head. He's a merc for God's sake, over half of that job is deduction and information gathering! So yes, he knows how to connect two and two. He can see that that drool was more than likely the venom being mentioned. But to be safe... He'll give it time before he makes this particular assumption.

{As of we've ever done that before.}

Team Red

Tarantulvania: Guys? Kinda soaked in venom over here? -01:41

Tarantulvania: GUYS??? -01:43

Healingfactor?Where?: Kid, what. For all the four years I've been working with you this has never been mentioned so what did you run into. -01:45

Healingfactor?Where?: Treat the venom like blood for stains, and the smell honestly depends on what the fuck it came from. -01:46

Healingfactor?Where?: Which is something you should mention. -01:46

Peter knew how to get the stain out, this was a reacoring problem after all. He was in fact asking about the smell.

The smell itself wasn't outright unpleasant, but the sent made him on edge for some reason. Adding to this, no matter how many times his suit was washed it never went away. He knows his sense of smell is strong, but God. Sometimes he really wishes it wasn't. So, Daredevil was of no help, and Deadpool still hasn't responded. Yay. 

... Hours have passed and honestly, he can smell the venom from rooms away. He can't sleep. He feels so paranoid he might as well give in to his troubles. This might be the only way out.

That's probably just his prolonged suffering from discomfort talking, but who cares. He's dealt with the issue long enough, he can afford to give in now. So what if a more rational Peter wouldn't do what he was going to do? So what if he would have messaged Matt privately if it really came down to this on a regular day? So what if he could normally ignore it till it faded in a few days? It had nothing to do with his recent interactions with Wade. He wasn't rational as of now, and therefore there's no use dwelling on what he would do if he were.

Team Red

Tarantulvania: What if it was organically produced venom? -04:42

MasochisticHotdog: Spidey -04:42

MasochisticHotdog: Webs -04:42

MasochisticHotdog: My dear eight-legged friend -04:42

MasochisticHotdog: Upgraded silly string can -04:43

MasochisticHotdog: Baby boy -04:43

MasochisticHotdog: What in the fuck do you mean by that -04:44

Wade was concerned before he got the notification. After, he was disturbed. Not in the way he was on patrol last night, but in the 'what has he gotten himself into this time' way.

[You sound like a dad saying that. Wait- you are.]

(Not in this universe. For the better or the worse! :)) No deadbeat allegations for me this time!)

{You've heard the 'I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed' talk enough yourself, you hypocrite.}

Anyway, What in the fuck did Spidey mean by that. Like all natural? Like locally sourced? Oh no!!!! Deadpool pauses his thoughts to move his hands to the sides of his face dramatically. Did he run into that mutant apple? Without Wade?! Wow. He'd thought they were friends!!!

Team Red

Tavantulvania: Like biologically produced? -04:48

MasochisticHotdog: haha kinky -04:48

MasochisticHotdog: wait please tell me you're saying what I'm seeing -04:48

MasochisticHotdog: Wait no yelllw made a good ponit there don't tell me -04:49

Tarantulvania: Is is too late to back out yet -04:49

The fuck it is Spides! You can't just drop that on a guy! Especially not this guy, do you know how many fantasies are playing out right now?!

Wade was absolutely sure it was to late to back out now. He couldn't repress this memory no matter how hard he tried. Given, he wasn't gonna try very hard, but still!!! Honestly, the kid wouldn't know the cues for over sharing if they hit him in the face, this was not something Dead pool should be trusted with.

[You shouldn't be trusted with anything period.]

(You say that like it's not a group effort!!)

[It's not.]

Team Red

Healingfactor?Where?: This isn't new, is it -04:50

Healingfactor?Where?: You have access to avenger tower. Just go into a lab and figure it out, I have a jury to convince -04:51 tomorrow.

MasochnisticHotdog: I should be offended you didn't tell me earlier!!! -04:51

Yeah so Peter should not have done that. Daredevil sounded overwhelmed, probably the pain getting to him. Not a bad suggestion though, he could get into the lab and get out fast, right? Yeah, he'll do that. But first, he's getting to bed. 

So he goes, sits down, gets comfortable, and as soon as he lies to bed he catches it. That freaking scent. And just like that, he's on edge again.

(4? [Is that what we're on now?])

He barley caught a wink of sleep last night. So, instead of laying in bed trying to get up in the morning like usual, he lays in bed trying to fall asleep. Peter had planned to stay there until ten, when he absolutely needed to clock in at work. It was actually this thought that caused him to get up in the ass crack of dawn (8 AM! On a Saturday, I mean of all days it had to be when his work hours were cut down for the weekend? Come on, Strange!). 

Luckily, the smell from the mask had gone down. Still annoying, but sufferable as he suits up. Peter could have walked on as a civilian, but that would one, raise suspension, and two, limit his lab access to almost none. Tony and him haven't talked for a bit, but he's sure he wouldn't mind. An eye for an eye; with the amount of spur of the moment missions he's been dragged on to he deserves at least this courtesy.

So as he geared up he left one fatal flaw in his plan unintended. Multiple, in fact, but only like two actually failed him. You see, Peter forgot to factor in Bruce Banners ungodly willingness to go to work. The guy was a workaholic almost worse than Tony! If you know the guy; you'll know that's a statement. This all lead to the moment when he was crawling across the tower's walls. Glass walls. So evidently, he broke a window on the tower to get into the lab. Stark is rich, a little property damage wouldn't hurt the guy!

Bruce was working silently in Tony's private lab. (Why? No- Oh, fuck you, I can't have plot holes because of this.) He would have much preferred to be in his, but the Hulk had seen it fit that that thing was made...unfixable, to say the least. So for the time being he was stuck in the intern and higher labs. He does in fact not want his work available to the public, no matter how much Tony reassures him the amount of NDAs signed would prevent even Natasha from stealing his work. So, logically, he snuck into Tony's lab. Not a hard task, bring the guy a few cups of warm coffee, wait a day, escort him out leaving the door open and leading to bed, and rush to get his shit done.

He had not expected Spider-Man to come through the freaking window. Or to have seen the guy crawling across a building so.. Uncanny, using the tips of his fingers and balks of his feet. Again; it's a Saturday. All Bruce wanted was to get his work done, he sighs, dragging his hands across his face. Safe to say, the crash made him a tint green. Not noticeable, but he could feel it simmering. 

Bruce looked to the window, no aliens. "What warranted this?"

Spider-Man looks over to him, almost as if he didn't realise he was there. He looks almost sheepish now. Weird. 

"Spider-Man?" 

"Oh! Sorry, I just um. Well- I need to test something. Usually that whole window thing doesn't have anyone on the receiving act.. haha..." God, the guy needs more confidence.

Bruce pauses to contemplate this. Rubbing his temples, "Honestly? Tony was asking for it when he made the tower's windows with glass. You do you." And went back to his work, practically ignoring the man.

Well, that was going on his weirdest interaction list for sure. He goes about the DNA testing, only occasionally looking over suspiciously to Banner. The venom could now be identified as a mix of black widow, jumping spider, Redback, Orb-weavers, and wolf spiders. A gentle of things, really. It was mainly myotoxic and hemotoxic; going after the blood colts and destroying muscles, perfect for a spider eating it's prey, but not exactly good for an omnivore. Explains his Iron difficiency, then. 

To hell with it, he was testing it's deadlyness. Sure, grabbing a blood bag and getting weird looks from banner weren't great or even efficient, but he was working on it. Of course, he was also doing an LD50 but seeing the venom go after the cells and blood and looking at test results were different things.

Today was full of surprise. Bruce had looked away just a moment and what was Spider-Man doing? Spitting on blood. And writing after. Honestly, Spider-Man had already barged in and ruined his concentration, the guy could deal with Bruce snooping a little. He did just that, and apparently it wasn't just spit going on that blood. Of course it wasn't.

It was venom. A green substance seemingly making the blood- smoother? 

"Spider-Man."

"Oh, hi Mr. Banner," the guy says almost absentmindly.

"Spider-Man, is that venom? Coming out of you?"

"..yeah?"

Bruce looked at him for a moment. His eyes wondering from the guy's face to the microscope holding blood, venom, and whatever the hell else Spider-Man could come up with. Then he promptly gave up, "...Okay."

He was going home early today, not to help himself or work more but to process whatever the fuck this was. He needed a moment. Going back to his work and- what in the flying fuck is Spider-Man doing on the roof.

Safe to say that when going home that night Bruce took a moment to stare at the wall. Like a completely normal person processing- he'll not be delusional today, no normal person will ever have to deal with this.

Peter probably would have continued to sky rope with Bruce's sanity and actually testing his venom but he did have work. Work being a giant worm trying to eat a children's hospital downtown. Ah, tis' the life.

(What? He had to get in SOME theater-kid wording here.)

He came into view of the fight, seeing the worm-thing try to eat a tree. The thing's about bench-sized and wow, that is one BIG oak tree. Honestly, kinda comical.

"Hey wiggles! What are you trying to to do over there? That's not gonna taste like maple syrup no matter how many roots you munch on!" Peter says, swinging down to face the front of the worm. Or is that the back? No- that's definitely the back.

He webbed the thing up and called both animal control and the new alien resettlement place. Either or sounded viable; it could have been a mutated worm or alien being. Needed contained someway anyhow!

After that debacle he was left still pumped full of adrenaline and energy; so he did the only logical thing. 

"Hey Deadpool?"

Wade was in the middle of regenerating an arm at Hell's kitchen when he heard his phone ring. He glanced at it and found the last person he was expecting right now to be the caller. 

{That's a lie. The last person would have been our daughter, which I don't think exists in this universe.}

(Or our ex with those lobster claw-hands)

{Who, also, doesn't exist in this universe}

[Time is a human concept, and the universe depends on the author, who is, regrettably, also human.]

{In this context, that is debatable. This author? A greater one? Or none at all?}

(What are we debating, again?)

[Just answer the call.]

Oh yeah! Spidey's calling!!! 

"Hey, Deadpool?" The question lingers in the room. People fall silent, wondering who the fuck is calling the Merc with one: such a casual tone, and two: what they are calling for. 

"Hold on Spides', we got a few ease droppers," He shoots some random guy in the foot and oh look at that! Suddenly the background noise is back! If only all his problems could be solved this easily. He also turns it off speaker for good measure."Okay, I got it covered," he says swinging his feet on the barstool "What were you saying?"

He can hear Peter's echoing laugh, "You busy? This isn't a pressing call"

"Never too busy for you, baby boy! So, what were we calling about?" Deadpool can feel the eyes on him. In reaction, he stares at his cuticles like some girl on a romcom. Or some one from Mean Girls; either works with the amount of distane he was starting with. 

"You able to patrol or get lunch? It's the middle of the day, I know, but there's not one little grandma to be helping cross the street. Not even a kid getting their candy stolen! It's awfully slow, and the Mexican place down the road is calling my name."

Wade can tell and I've gotten bored and am giving up come back later and I'll post the rest

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Wade can tell just by Peter's voice that he's asking for company. Just a simple little tone; light, happy, and slightly on edge. By now, he knows Spidey won't initiate hang outs without calling ahead. The guy is practically allergic to being spontaneous. So he agrees, obviously, and heads out. Deadpool practically knows every Mexican place this side of the North pole, so it's not hard to find the one Spidey was talking about.

He does end up asking about the venom halfway through lunch, though.

"Were you just fucking with us when you pulled out the fangs thing, or was that real?" Seeing Spider-Man's surprise at the comment, he quickly elaborates; "It's honestly kinda absolutely amazing" he pauses dramatically to put his hand on his cheeks, "O M G will you show mee!!!"

"Wade, no, that's just gross."

"Baby, if that's gross, I can't think of what you'll say to this" he says,  vaguely gesturing to his face. 

Peter pauses, he looks, really looks at wade. "You know I don't think that." He looks again- sitting in the silence. "Don't you?"

Deadpool only sighs in response. 

"... Would it help if I showed my fangs?" The silence carries on. " 'Pool, you don't have to be ashamed, " He tries to move closer to Deadpool but Wade only shuffles away in response. The silence hasn't felt comfortable in a while. Peter goes to take off his mask, his movements slow and careful. 

"Don't- Spidey, you don't have to do that."

"I want to."

"You don't, you really don't, and pretty soon you'll realise that and hate yourself for it."

Peter takes his mask off anyway. "You've already known my identity for years, this one small thing won't change anything, 'Pool."

Except it will. It'll allow Wade to humanize Peter. And that will make him think a relationship is viable. He can't do that to either of them. Can't force himself through that pain again. Can't let Peter have to deal with him. Can't ruin this friendship. If Peter has something odd about him, it'll mean he's in reach. He can't ruin him like that. But nothing about Spidey could be odd. No matter how weird he reviled, he still looked like a Saint compared to wade. 

[Just fuck already]

{We can't ruin the kid like that. He's innocent. Doesn't need as fucking him up.}

His fangs came down awhile ago. Wade's stuck in his head. "Deadpool? You in there?"

He watches as wade shakes his head, coming out of his trance. He continues to look on as wade brings a finger up to his fangs. The finger pricks, he can taste blood. Deadpool goes still. The urge to bite him is increasingly concerningly large. Instead, he waits for Wade to speak again.

"Strong stuff you got there, Webs." 

... He does end up indulging himself slightly, sucking on Wade's fingers breifly.

"Woah, your pupils are HUGE and- where'd the whites go?" Peter can somewhat register a cooing coming from Deadpool.

He's suprisingly content night now. It's a warm night, he was just provided for, his mate is right next to him, his strong beautiful mate, always so nice to him-

"Are you- Purring?" The sound comes to an abrupt stop.

This time, it's peter who needs to get out of his head. "I-What?"

"You were totally purring! I should have recorded that! Blackmail gold!"

Teasing ensued. Lots of teasing. But, otherwise, nothing come of that moment. It was nice, having such a carefree patrol. He wasn't lying earlier, the night was slow. Awfully so. 

Their next patrol they talked about it, although only for a moment.

"You know, when you smell blood your pupils get all big and round, all creepy-like, of course no one can see it with that mask. Is that a mutant thing?" 

He cocks his head t words Deadpool, "Sort of? I think it's more of an instinct thing."

"Does that happen anytime else?"

"Not often, used to with my Aunt at times and other people I'm close to, I haven't really noticed it happening much, though."

"They're like that now," Wade gestures to the roof they're on, "You smelling any blood or is this pure me?"

"..no, no blood. Weird," Peter shrugs the moment off easily, and things fall back into routine.

They don't actually get closure until a mass alien invasion months later. The avenger had called in all available assets, meaning everyone they could find. These guys had brought the big guns apparently and had developed a toxin that would make humans basically go purple if inhaled. Luckily, the had caught them before it could be released into the atmosphere, but their ships were coated in it. Even more fortunately, they had a nonlethal sample and were testing those who could go out in the suits. The toxin was to strong to risk it. Immediately, they tested the aliens, Androids, and mutants. Any asgardian immediately had the go ahead as it was Thor who was keeping the ships at bay. Vision did surprisingly not have the okay, as it ripped and disintegrated parts of him. Ant man couldn't go. Deadpool could, so long as he was careful. Dr. Banner could not. The sorcerers could shield themselves from the toxin, so Strange and Wanda were good. When it came time to test peter, everyone was stunned by his reaction.

Immediately when the venom came within two feet of him, his fangs tore through his mask. He began hissing. His own venom was now leaking down his chin. When he calmed, they found the toxin did nothing to him.

Tony was first to speak up, "Spider-Man, what in the everlasting fuck was that."

"Haha, um. Well. My bad?" His fangs had yet to retreat, giving him an odd lisp and hiss to his words. He wanted to bite something and run. Fast.

"Kid, is this normal?"

Someone spoke up in the crowd, "We don't have time for questioning, give the guy the okay and get on with it!"

And so, with heavy concern from tony, they did. Only a rough 10 people were given the okay, no other humans passing the test. Well, minus Wade, but is he even really human at this point? And so they suited up, metaphorically as they were all already in their gear, and went to space. (Isn't there a space force or something for this? Keepers of the keleptuc? No, no, Protesters of the planets. No, that's not it either. Oh! Defenders of the dark... Well, something like that, anyway.)

Thor greeted them, and after that, well, Peter wouldn't be able to tell you if he wanted too. Spiders are territorial, and that much of a rival venom near Peter's home? It did not leave him very lucid. For the majority of the fight he was running on pure instinct, glad for his Spidey-sense. Honestly, he might have bit a few of them; definitely hissed at Strange a few times. And whenever one of those things got near wade? He is not proud of the amount of Alien he has consumed today. Eugh.

When arriving back on earth, he was immediately detained until he calmed. To say he was feral would have been an understatement, his pupils were wide, he was hissing insanely, biting the air, and kept trying to catch glances at Wade. In containment they drained as much of the sent off him as they could. Once he came to, he was immediately unchained and questioned. He was in fact not a alien. You want to test his DNA? Sure, whatever. If it comes back he is 14.87659℅ mostly dormant spider DNA and even more a mash of human and spider, that was only for him, Tony, and his files to know. Or it would have been, had Deadpool not been there with him. 

"Woah, Petey-pie, that's like, half of you. You got any legs you've been hiding under all that spandex?"

It was nice to know that wade still wants to joke with him, even while knowing just how not human Peter is.