"Sorry, Spidey! My finger slipped." Deadpool's grin was visible through his mask even as his gun shot out of his hand and hit the ground, trapped in webbing. There were still at least 20 different weapons hidden on his person so it was no big deal.

"Name's Deadpool. I'm probably your biggest fan, just sayin'." He stood back up, putting the sharpie back into his pouch. All he wanted was an autograph. Jeez. "But now that I have you here. I was thinking... since I was in town and you were in town... maybe you could tell me if you've heard of someone named Ajax? Yes, like the dish soap." Wouldn't that be funny? Spidey probably had better connections than he did, so it didn't hurt to ask. Now that he had him here. In the flesh. The news didn't do justice to that ass because daaaaaayum. Emphasis on the yum.