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The way you make me feel, you really turn me on

Peter's name appeared on a crisp afternoon in October, on the way home from school. They appeared randomly, at any point in a person's life - some already had them from birth. Peter hadn't been that lucky. Still, he'd stopped, skateboard propped against his leg, and pulled his sleeve up, watching as the swooping, uneven letters appeared on his wrist.

WADE

Well that was...unexpected. It wasn't even a gender neutral name, like Sam. That's got to be a guy.

...so maybe the afternoon turned into more of a revelation for Peter than he might have thought, but hey. Whoever Wade was, Peter's bound to love him, quite literally.

The thing about soulmates was, the bond strengthened with time. When the name appeared, that's when the real countdown began. Then, the universe started pulling you together, until the endgame - a meeting, face to face, and the touch of bare skin on skin. When that happened, the name, inked on your wrist? It turned gold. That's how you knew it was the right person (although, obviously, you knew beforehand. Usually. Probably?)

It was said some soulmates could even watch each other's dreams. That was just a myth, however, an urban legend. That's not to say a soulmate connection wasn't extraordinarily strong, though; the majority of couples could, in fact, feel each other on a physical level. Feel each other's pain, specifically, or catch a cold when their soulmate did.

Peter started feeling the twinges freshman year of high school. A pain in his side, just a dull ache. His jaw, occasionally. It was so infrequent, it had been hard to diagnose it as an echo of his soulmate's pain.

Peter wondered if Wade was having as much trouble at school as Peter was. Maybe they had a different brand of Locker Knocker wherever Wade was.

And so it goes. Peter was bitten. Uncle Ben died. He started his quest for revenge. The bond grew stronger. I'm sorry, Peter thought, spitting out blood in an alleyway, fresh from his last fight. I'll try not to get hit again. It said something that he was more willing to try for the sake of his mystery Wade's pain than his own.

The night against Connors was bad. Slashed his chest clean open, in addition to the bullet wound in his thigh. Gwen cleaned him up as best she could - god, what did he ever do to deserve a friend like her? - but all Peter could think about was Wade. I'm sure he'll understand when you meet him, Peter. He's probably just worried, I mean, imagine if you felt him get shot in the leg.

Unfortunately, the next time they shared pain, it was much, much worse than a bullet.

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"Oh Spidey, please. My body's ready." Yes, he totally heard that.

"Mr. Pool. You make me sound like a pool cleaning service. Though I wouldn't mind being someone's pool boy..." Wade crossed his arms as he shifted from one foot to the other. It was pretty hard for him to stay in one place. "Oh no reason. Just a psychopath that tortures people in need of a bullet to the head." Fucking Francis. Rage simmered below the surface just thinking about him. It was sad that Spiderman didn't have any clues for him to go off of, but Deadpool was positive that he was getting closer to the source.

"Clearly. Sorry, though, I'm a little too busy for a rousing round of rooftop sex." Ah, his famous sarcastic drawl. Seriously, though there was crime to stop and here he was, nearly shot out of the sky. Rude.

"It's New York. You really think I have a pool for you to clean?" Try a different pick up, line, buddy.

Now that - that got Peter's attention. He straightened up, eyeing Wade. "Psychopath? What do you mean? What's he done?"

"Then you clearly are not living your life the way you should. No big deal though. I'm saving myself for someone, Spidey." He blew a kiss at the other man.

"Way to crush a girl's dreams!" Spidey shot him down quicker than... well, quicker than he literally shot him down a moment ago.

Maybe if he could get Spiderman interested in Francis it'd be easier to take the bastard down. Oh man! He was starting to get excited at the thought of a team up. They could fight bad guys together. Best friends forever. "Oh, I don't know. Injected normal people with a serum that tries to force mutations by repeatedly torturing them until they either die or mutate? And then after, turn them into mindless mutated slaves?"

"Uh huh." He probably had a soulmate, somewhere out there. Even someone as allegedly unhinged (Peter was saving his judgement for when/if Deadpool earned it) - even he had someone out there for him. He was trying his best not to be bitter about that, honest.

"And you think he's here, in New York?" Peter was all business, suddenly, worry rising as Wade described the guy he was looking for. That did not sound like an upstanding citizen. "Wait, he's making mutants? You can i>do that?"

Oh, if they only knew.

"Yeah, Spidey. They can." I found that out the hard way. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. "The guy's a real piece of work. That's why I'm trying to find him. I think it's time for him to take a little dirt nap."

Wade started to pace back and forth, unable to stand still any longer. "My current trail led me here. Whether he's actually here or not... I got no clue. That's why I was hoping you might be able to help." Spiderman was the beacon of hope for all and nobody else was really lining up to help him. So that was who came to mind when he realized that he might need some help at some point and that was why he shot Spidey out of the sky. But also because he just really wanted that autograph.

"Alright, hold your horses, trigger happy. Nobody's going in the ground. There's a nice, distinctly uncomfortable concrete cell where he can spend his days in mind-numbing torment."

"I can. I know this city inside and out." Knows where to look, who to ask. Deadpool came to the right guy. "But I'm going to need to know all the details. And I don't kill."

"I don't think you understand the level of fucked up this guy is. He's like Jack Nicholson, 'Here's Johnny', screwed up, Webs. Like John Kramer, Jigsaw Killer, manipulate you into sawing off your own fucking foot fucked up. He deserves worse than a prison cell." There were some people that just deserved to die and if Wade had to shoulder that burden, he would gladly do it. With a smile on his face even.

"I'm not asking you to kill." Because Wade wanted to be the one to put the bullet in Francis' head anyway. "Superbro team up! I can't wait. Hold on." He took out a package of post-its and a pen from one of his pouches. Yes, he carried post-its. Wade scribbled an address onto the paper and held it out to the other man. "Meet me here tomorrow at eight. I'll wear the fancy dress, you bring the wine. See ya later, snookums!"

Yay! Spidey was actual going to help him. He felt like he was on the right path. As soon as Francis was taken care of, he was going to find Peter. Whatever it took. Deadpool skipped off to the edge of the building, gave Spiderman a two finger and leapt off. There may have been a crunching noise when he hit the ground, but it was just a fracture. It'd be fixed in minutes.

That night he fell asleep wondering why he got butterflies when Spiderman was close and how the other man looked underneath the mask. But still his thumb brushed over the mangled script on his wrist.

Deadpool showed up outside the warehouse, blending into the shadows of the alley. All that Deadpool knew was that this was where a lot of the supplies needed to make the serum was coming from and there was a guy pretty high up on the Weapon X program train overseeing stuff. He wanted to interrogate that man.

"I get that, Deadpool, I really do." You think all he did was stop muggers? There were some sick people out there, in dark alleyway corners. Peter stopped counting the number of rapes and murders he stopped because it started to depress him more than usual. "But I can't work with you if you're going to hunt him down to kill him. I don't do that."

That's not to say Peter won't go after this 'Ajax' on his own, anyway, which was a really dumb idea, but hey - this is Peter, when has he ever had a lick of sense? Still, he took the paper, glancing at the address. "Is that your way of saying I'm going to need to be drunk for this?"

Peter winced, hearing the crunch in all it's high-def, superhuman hearing glory. That didn't sound good at all.

Peter didn't allow himself the luxury of wondering what it was about Deadpool that seemed so...he wasn't going to think about it. Nope. He didn't even let himself look at the name anymore. Gwen was right; he didn't want to watch it fade away.

Peter was perched up high, surveying the area. Definitely some shady dealings going on around here. Peter didn't like the look of this place one damn bit.

"Yeah, yeah. I won't kill anybody on your watch, boy scout." He'd just do it when Spidey wasn't looking. Oops. Honestly, that was what Deadpool didn't understand. It was very clear that the American justice system had absolutely no fucking idea what they were doing. Deadpool would sooner put them in the fucking ground. Done. Problem solved. Obviously not everybody in the ground. Just the really fucked up ones. See? He could be benevolent too, Spidey!

That was when he spotted Spiderman up above him. His knight in shining spandex.

"You showed up for our date! I thought you were going to leave me hangin' like everybody else." Deadpool wasn't even trying to conceal his voice. Which probably wasn't smart of him, but eh. This was Deadpool. "So... you just wanna crash in there like the koolaid man and start kicking ass? Ohhh yeah~"

"I still might, if you don't shut up." Peter gave a long suffering sigh, jumping down and landing in a crouch next to Wade. "Keep your voice down, would you? I'd rather not get shot tonight, thanks."

Maybe some people didn't have to worry about bullets, and maybe Peter was a little more reckless than usual, but still, he'd rather not die.

"Let's figure out how many guys are in here first, okay? Is your Ajax in there, you think?"

"Spidey, I don't know if you've noticed, but I don't have an inside voice. And we're outside anyways." Yes, Deadpool knew he was frustrating. He argued with logic. That was his life. "You can just use me as your meat shield. I'm good at taking bullets." Deadpool would definitely take a bullet for the other man. I mean, come on. That's his idol. In the flesh.

"There are around twenty armed normal goons patrolling the goods. The rest are just people forced to pack the supplies up." Deadpool only planned on taking out the goons. He may be a little morally confusing, but he didn't kill innocents. Actually, he wasn't going to kill anyone tonight because that was their deal. Which sucked, but what could you do. He needed Spidey's help. "I highly doubt Francis is actually in there though. But one of his big goons is overseeing all this bullshit going on in here and he probably has a link to Francis' location. This is mostly a supply house. It's like the Home Depot of mutant making." Yes, he switched to Francis instead of Ajax because fuck that douchebag.

"I swear to god, I'll web your mouth shut." Peter doesn't exactly have the patience he once had, and Deadpool - it's like he's trying to put himself on thin ice. What even. Still, Peter took a deep breath and tried to relax, while at the same time remaining alert. "That's not - I'd really rather you not get shot either."

"...twenty, damn." Peter gave a low whistle, but nodded. They could do it, wouldn't be too bad. And yes, no killing! Thank you. "Wait, Francis? His name is Ajax Francis? That's so unfortunate."

"Information gathering. We could go for stealth, you know." Maybe climb in an office window on the upper level and just make off with the big guy. Then sic the police on this place.

"Kinky." Deadpool's whole life is putting himself on thin ice. It's what he does. "It's really no big deal, man. I probably get shot at least once a day anymore." Sometimes more. He shrugged. Deadpool didn't care either way.

"His alias is Ajax. That's why I gave you that first. I figured you'd be more likely to hear that than Francis. His real name. And lemme tell ya. He's not exactly a fan of it." And Deadpool would like to remind that fucker of it over and over and over.

"Smart thinking. Less bang bang! More sneaky sneaky." Deadpool was used to just busting down doors. It's not like he needed to be careful or anything. What was the worst that could happen? But then the name on his wrist popped into his head and he got pensive. He wondered if the bond was too weak for him to feel all the deaths that Deadpool had gone through. He hoped so. Maybe he should've been more careful. Spidey's idea was better.

"You wish." Peter's starting to get that. The pause before Peter answers is somewhat telling, but he tries to cover it. "That's - you should really try dodging, man." He almost says, what if your soulmate feels it but - well, it's not a subject he wants to broach, least of all with Deadpool.

"Right." Wade's tone told Peter all he needed to know about that. There was clearly history there.

"Yeah. You climb?" Peter would carry him, but something told him Deadpool would make him regret it if he did. "I hear heartbeats on the other side of the building, so the roof is probably our best bet."

"Maybe." He replied honestly. What? Spidey had the body of a gymnast and man, was it nice. "Nah. It's easier just to barrel through everything. Anyways, it's kind of funny to see the looks on their faces when I keep running toward them." Deadpool grinned. It was true! There were so many times he got shot all to hell and just kept on going. It was actually a pretty good intimidation tactic.

Oh, there was definitely a gasp of excitement. "Oh I don't know if I can do it. I might need a Spider-back ride." He could've made it up there in no time but now he was just being a menace. "The roof it is then."

To be fair, he is lithe and does fill the spandex nicely. Cough. "Yeah, because you should be getting shot for laughs. Honestly." Okay, he had a fair point. Peter occasionally went with the lie that he could control spiders. It got a lot of people to surrender pretty fast.

Peter had a sneaking suspicion Deadpool was lying about needing a ride, but seeing as he had no proof, Peter begrudgingly beckoned Wade forward. "Alright, come on then."

Truer words have never been spoken. "Have you heard me? I'm going to get shot anyway, Spidey. Might as well be funny." If it wasn't funny then it was way too real for him.

Oh and there was another gasp of disbelief. Today was getting better and better! He leapt on to Peter's back without any grace whatsoever and clung to him like a koala. This was officially the best. "Onward!" And Wade was humming the Spiderman theme the whole time

"Maybe if you moved your ass faster than your mouth, you wouldn't get shot." What a sound, not-at-all sarcastic recommendation Peter, thank you.

Peter very nearly toppled over, wishing he could glare with the mask on. "I am not a steed, Pool." Yet he shot a web, zipping them up into the air anyway. Better hold on, Wilson.

Deadpool paused at that. The logic was sound. So I guess he had a good point!

Oh Deadpool was definitely holding on, but there was a moment there that he flailed a little bit. So he squeezed just a little tighter, his humming of the Spiderman theme immediately intensifying. "Up, up and away~!"

"What are you even - " Why ask why? Peter was tempted to drop him, for that comment, but he didn't, landing soundlessly on the side of the building. After that it was a short crawl, up to the roof, where he was able to deposit Wade.

"Alright, I hear heartbeats over there," Peter listened and pointed to the corner of the roof. "We dip in, grab him, and disappear. Sound good?"

Deadpool hopped off Spiderman, immediately smacking the other man across the ass. "Thanks, babe." He grinned cheekily, but his expression drooped out of nowhere. "Shit! I missed my opportunity to do the Tarzan yell! Okay, let's do it one more time. Just one more. Uno más, hombre araña!" He made like he was going to jump on the other man.

Maybe Deadpool wasn't the best person to have around for a stealth mission. He had a tendency to piss into the wind.

"Sounds like a plan!" Deadpool crouched down and snuck over to where Spiderman was pointing to.

Peter straightened up at the smack, resisting the urge to punch Wade. Barely, though. His sense hadn't rung, however, which only served to irritate him more - Deadpool wasn't being threatening, just annoying. "No - nope, hell no - "

Peter shot a warning web towards Wade's chest, wagging a finger at him. "Down boy."

"What did I say about stealth, Deadpool - !"

Honestly the urge to get closer to the other man was what fueled his recklessness at that moment. He didn't understand what the hell was going on, but all he could do was go with it. Unfortunately his hand acted of its own accord. Oops.

Deadpool looked down at the web attached to his chest, pouting. "Aww... fine."

"Huh?" He looked back at Spiderman. "That... it's good to be... stealthy?" If only he could turn that amp down to like a five instead.

A normal person might have analyzed the strange draw, but Peter didn't exactly have the warm fuzzies for Wade, so. Here they were. Impulse control, Wade.

"And not yell to announce your presence, yes." Peter shook his head and crept forward, slowly, definitely not wanting to alert anyone in the rooms below them.

Impulse control? The fuck is that?

"So..." Deadpool began as he crept along with Spiderman. "I sat up all night thinking about this, man. Do you have a weakness, like Superman? Like, if someone hits you with a can of spider-be-gone, are you just out of commission?" Sadly, Deadpool wasn't lying. This was something he thought about often. "Is Captain America's weakness Hitler? I mean, it can't be because he punched him in issue number one."

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