**This was something I came up with from a silly Tumblr prompt, I felt like it was the perfect Peter/Wade dynamic, so here it is! Also, a quick announcement, because of how stressful and uncertain things are right now in the world with the pandemic, I'll be doing a week of fluff. 1 chapter a day that's just 100% fluff and happy endings - if I can get just one of my wonderful readers to smile while everything is so crazy, I'll feel good about that. 7 days, 7 fluffy chapters, 7 perfect ships/plots/stories. Don't worry, I'll still be doing requests and regular chapters :)**

Wade Wilson was pretty popular. A star quarterback, a heart-breaker, a no-nonsense kind of guy. Sure, he seemed to bounce up after every tackle and hit, almost as if he were invincible, but no one really notice too much. After all, they were usually too busy cheering him on to even think 'his neck for sure twisted the wrong way just a moment ago?', and 'wasn't his leg just bent behind his back?'.

Peter Parker, on the other hand, was a nobody. A nerdy academic, no-date-to-Homecoming, doormat of a person. Sure, if you got to know him, you'd know he was one of the nicest people around, with a huge heart and a load of cheesy puns to lay on you, but no one ever bothered to get close enough to see those things. After all, they were usually too busy egging on Flash as he beat Peter to a pulp to even think 'didn't he win the Academic Decathalon competition single-handedly?', and 'wasn't he the one to pick up my books the other day when they fell out of my locker?'.

Despite being on opposite ends of the social ladder, Wade and Peter knew each other. Quite well, actually, though they never let on at school.

See, Wade was also a mercenary by the name of Deadpool, and Peter was a superhero by the name of Spiderman. On occasion, they ran into each other during patrols or jobs, but usually, Spiderman was picking up after Deadpool's messes or stopping the mercenary before he could shoot some unsuspecting criminal who really deserved jail time over death.

Peter wouldn't say Wade was his nemesis, but he wasn't a good guy, at least not in Peter's eyes.

Wade wouldn't say Peter was his mortal enemy, but he wasn't exactly a fun person to have around, at least not in Wade's eyes. I mean, what was a fight without katanas and blood splattering across your face and a good snapping of a bone?

So they avoided each other. As far as the sophomore class of Midtown High was concerned, Wade and Peter didn't even know each other, which is why everyone was surprised to see them sitting together in the cafeteria one lunch period.

"We should do something." Peter said, calmly folding his hands on the table.

Wade nodded. "I'm so tired of this. I just want to be able to study a full night without going out and-" The jock looked around, ducking his head closer to Peter. "You know. Fighting."

Peter rolled his eyes. "You're a drama queen, Wilson."

"Oh, and you're not going insane being called every few hours to deal with that nit-wit when we both know Mr. Clark's midterms are hell?"

Peter hummed. It was true, having a new villain pop up during midterm week was killing him, and he was barely holding it together.

"So what do we do?" the smaller teen asked, noticing a few confused looks from around the cafeteria.

"I think-" Wade started, but someone shouted to the football player and he turned. His buddies were waving him over, laughing to themselves undoubtedly at Peter's expense. "I think I'll call you tonight, okay? We'll meet somewhere to talk."

Peter nodded, watching as the boy got up and jogged over to his friends. He pursed his lips. Why did he have to be so... annoyingly popular and jockish?

"Planning a date?" Ned teased, setting his tray down in the spot Wade had just been.

"Ha, ha," Peter laughed monotonously. "We were talking about midterms."

Ned looked a little skeptical, but let it go. He knew there were things Peter was hiding, I mean, no one missed this much school and had that many injuries to get out of gym class. That being said, Ned wasn't one to be nosey, so he just ignored it. Peter would tell him eventually.

The two nerds fell into a regular rhythm, talking about Star Wars between bites of food and discussing chemistry and physics.

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Peter was pacing, waiting for Wade to call. It was late by now, so May was in bed and the city was dark, save the occasional flash of red and blue as a police car raced down the street. Suddenly, the teen's phone vibrated, and Peter was quick to grab it and answer.

"Hello?"

"I'm on your roof." Wade disconnected the call after just that, and Peter huffed. Stupid Wade.

Climbing up the fire escape with ease, Peter stepped onto the roof, looking around for Wade, who was sitting on the edge of the building across from where Peter was.

"Hey," the scrawny teen said, taking a seat next to Wade with a huff. "Did we have to meet up here?"

Wade shrugged. "It was this, or climbing in through your window at night, which I don't think your family would think too highly of."

Peter blushed and knocked Wade to the side, but Wade just laughed.

"What are we going to do about Scorpion?" Peter jumped right into business.

Recently, a new villain by the name of Scorpion had been terrorizing the city, and both Wade and Peter had been dealing with him. At first, it was nuisance, but now that the two teens were going into midterms, it was really starting to take a toll. Long nights, injuries, studying... They both just wanted a few days of quiet!

"I think we need to work together," Wade said honestly. "We are both really powerful people, but this Scorpion guy is something else. I think we just team up, go at him together, give him everything we've got."

Peter thought for a moment. "I don't really like the idea of us being seen together, me with webs and stuff, you just swinging swords with reckless abandon. What if you kill him and tomorrow's headline is 'Spiderman Murders Scorpion'?"

Wade laughed, throwing his head back and holding his stomach.

"Wade, I'm serious here. I have a reputation. Hell, I have The Avengers on my back!"

"I know, I know," Wade said, calming down. "Okay, you make a fair point. I'll be careful, I promise not to kill him."

"Alright," Peter said, extending his hand. "Let's make it count. I have Ms. Lukas's midterm on Monday and I really need to brush up on differential equations and theoretical calc."

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Wade shuffled into school, his arm in a sling and a bandage over the left side of his stomach. He spotted Peter, who was sporting a braced knee, a bandaged shoulder, and a bandaid on his cheek. The two made quick eye contact, nodding in acknowledgement, before Wade hurried off to see his football buddies and Peter went to meet up with Ned.

"What happened to your face?" Ned exclaimed as he saw Peter coming closer. The teen's eyes wandered down to Peter's shoulder, then knee. "What the hell happened to you?"

"I got, uh- I got in a fight," Peter lied, stumbling over his excuse a little.

Ned hummed. Turning to his locker to get his books. "Did you study last night?"

Peter nodded. "I got a little done, but I'm planning on doing a whole night of it tonight. No distractions."

"I bet," Ned snorted. Peter dropped his bag to the floor, opening his locker and looking through his books. His history textbook was missing. Did he accidentally take it home?

Ned shut his locker and watched as Peter looked through his things. "Can you check my bag for my history book?" Peter asked his friend, forgetting his suit was in the bag.

"Sure." Ned knelt down, opened the bag, and fell backwards, a gasp escaping his lips as he crashed into the lockers. Peter looked down, startled. 

"What the hell-"

"Peter," Ned cut him off. "Are you freaking Spiderman?"

Peter looked down at his bag, the flash of red and blue he barely glimpsed enough to tell him that Ned had seen the suit.

"Ned, I swear to God-"

Ned raised an eyebrow, and Peter sighed. "I am."

Ned fainted, his head knocking against the lockers painfully. Peter groaned, hauling his friend up and supporting him with a shoulder. Fishing his phone out of his pocket,he quickly found Wade's contact and sent a text.

I may need your help with one more thing.