Chapter 1 - The Boy Who Cried Wolf

He stood there grinning like an idiot, again. What is it with him and his perverse fascination with getting me pissed of?

«I can't believe you actually got fooled...again!» He said and chuckled, I could see the way his mask moved as he spoke, he seemed very pleased with himself.

«Oh fuck you,» I said and rolled my eyes under my mask.

«Yes please,» The idiot said and made a subtle hip thrust in my direction.

«I'm actually needed around here you know,» I said with a slight sigh. «You can't just make up fake calls, have you ever heard of the boy who cried wolf?» I was looking down at him from a backyard balcony. He was standing down there in the dark back alley with his hands onto his hips in a very confident pose.

«Yeah, but wolf and spider is two very different things,» He said as he put his hands behind his head. «..wow, imagine a spider-wolf..» He then exclaimed. «A hairy blood thirsty beast, able to climb walls and with eight limbs,» He shuddered before turning his attention to me. I only face-palmed and sighed again, what have I done to deserve to have such a mentally unstable person crave my attention.

«I'm a little disappointed that you don't have eight limbs,» the mercenary said pointing up at me. «-I mean, that would have been very kinky in bed,».

«I'm busy Deadpool, I don't have time to listen to your weird fetishes,» I said and stood so I could shoot my web and flee.

«Sure thing Spidey-babe,» He said and waved at me. He'd gotten my attention and that was his goal.

He didn't bother me the rest of the time during my patrol luckily, I had needed to take some Spider-selfies for work purposes and I didn't want to have him notice the camera. He was a dangerous man after all and I wouldn't want him any near to finding out about my real name. It wasn't like Peter Parker wasn't already in Spider-man's life to the public, as Spider-man's personal photographer you're being asked many stupid questions, especially by that damned Jameson.

I finished my patrol and swung to the place where I had hung up my camera. It was a little annoying having to awkwardly swing past that place sometimes, just because I didn't have time to prepare my camera when I took care of purse-nappers and car-jackers.

I ripped the camera out of my web and removed the excessive webbing stuck on it, it came off pretty quick of course but then my Spider-sense went off like crazy. Someone was watching me. I looked around myself, but didn't see anyone.

«I didn't know Spiders took selfies?» A voice said from above, I looked up right away and saw the man in the red and black suit on top of the building. Deadpool. Fuck!

«What are you talking about?» I asked, I needed to speak myself out of this.

«That camera,» He said and again looked really smug where he stood, I didn't need to see his face to know he was feeling smug about something.

«What about it?» I asked, I needed to consider that I had hung it up with my web, so I couldn't really say I had found it or something.

«Why would the amazing Spider-man need to take selfies?» Deadpool asked with humor in his voice.

«I'm not taking any pictures,» I said and sighed. «I just needed to place it somewhere safe,» it was a believable story, I couldn't really run around with it when I fought crime after all, «It's a friend's,» I soon added and hoped he would leave it be.

«If you say so,» Deadpool said and sat down on the edge of the building, dangling his feet over the edge. He was carrying a take-away box, which he placed beside himself. Looked like Taco-Bell if I wasn't mistaken.

«Want some tacos?» He asked as he looked through the bag.

«No thanks,» I said and shook my head before climbing up the wall with the camera.

«Suit yourself,» He said happily, it didn't sound like he wanted to share at all.

I then left and went to one of the back-alleys where I had left my backpack with my clothes, I was quick to change and take off my mask before Deadpool finished eating and decided to start following me again.

After taking the subway home and walking from the substation to my aunt's place. I was still a grown man, but I couldn't really afford to have my own place, and I was sure aunt May was glad I was living with her to help her pay the bills.

Aunt May was just about to go to bed when I came in the door, well she would have been up until I got home.

«Peter?» She said, of course she was worried about me. I still went to college after all and needed my sleep so I could be well-rested for it in the morning.

«Yes Aunt May,» I said and smiled at her when she came to he hallway to greet me.

«Have you seen the time Peter?» She asked, I knew exactly what she was about to say. «You know I don't like you taking pictures of that.. Spider-man in the middle of the night,» she said.

«I know,» I replied, it stung of course, my aunt wasn't a fan of Spider-man at all. Not that I judged her for it. Not at all. I understood very well, I disliked Spider-man as well sometimes.

«Do you want something to eat? There are leftovers,» she said and turned towards the kitchen.

«Go to bed Aunt May,» I said with a soft smile and placed my hand on her shoulder. «I'm planning on going to bed,» I said and she nodded before wishing me good night and heading for her room.

I only stood there for a little while admiring my aunt, she was such a strong woman. She was getting older and older by the day, but she really fought hard to keep me in school. She didn't like it that I got a job to help her pay the bills, and wouldn't accept the money until I told her I knew she was having problems with owing money. She was very ashamed, but I guess we both were just as stubborn. Me wanting to help, and her trying to shield me from her problems, not wanting me to worry.

I went upstairs and just as I touched the handle of my bed room door my Spider-sense went haywire! What was wrong? My heart sped up and pumped as fast as anything, was it a burglar? I opened my bedroom door quickly barging into my room, almost falling a little disgracefully in the process. I was extremely baffled by what I saw. A red and black -suited man lying in my bed.

«Good evening Peter Benjamin Parker,» He said as he put his hands behind his head. I just had to play along of course. Peter Parker didn't know who Deadpool was after all.

«Who are you and what are you doing in my room?» I asked as I closed the door behind me, did he know I was Spider-man?

«I'm sorry for inviting myself in, but I just came to ask about the city's famous tourist attraction,» He said, he obviously found his own words amusing and he chuckled lowly to himself.

«What?» I said, acting oblivious.

«Spider-boy,» he said as he stretched a little. «I heard you were friends,» he added.

«Friends and friends, I take his picture for the Daily Bugle,» I said and put my bag down carefully, I needed to act threatened, he was a large man with weapons and a mask after all. Every none-super human should be very scared.

«I see you have your camera back,» he said looking at the camera hanging on a shoulder trap.

«Yeah..» I said and placed the camera on my desk, again very carefully, not taking my eyes off Deadpool.

«Wanna take my picture?» He asked and posed on my bed. «Come on, I'll be a better model than Spider-boy,» he said, again humor in his voice. Everything was just a joke to him it seemed.

I didn't know how to respond, I couldn't really say yes, I had no interest in taking pictures of Deadpool in my own room after all, but then again I couldn't say no, my aunt was sleeping in another room in the house and I couldn't put her in danger.

«I-» I started but Deadpool cut me off.

«Draw me like one of your french girls,» he said and stretched all out on the bed.

«I'm sorry, I'm only a photographer,» I said and had to hold back a sigh. «Now tell me what you want,».

«Only a photographer?» He said, and I got really scared he'd figured out I was Spider-man after all. «A nerd,» he said as he looked around my room. «A photographer and a nerd,» he said and sat up, something that felt a little threatening.

«You still haven't answered my question,» I asked, a little louder. I was getting pretty angry, but I couldn't even show it. I just had to remain calm.

«What do you know about Spider-man?» he asked, his voice sounding a little more serious than usual, something I actually found very strange, I was used to the sexually harassing Deadpool after all. He'd been hanging around for months after all, and I was running into him more than I needed, and just a couple of weeks ago he had started to play the game of needing to be rescued.

«Not much,» I said, «I know what most people know about him,» I said and shrugged a little.

«..and what is that?» Deadpool asked, «His Facebook, Twitter and Instagram?» He joked and got up from my bed, facing me. I decided to back off a little, I was just Peter Parker after all, a science nerd and photographer, a boy who got beat up by Flash Thompson.

«You know.. the usual, that he saves people and is some kind of Super-Hero,» I hated using the term Super-Hero, but I guess I would have to use it.

«So you don't know who he is?» he asked and moved closer, very intimidatingly. I backed up against the wall but he was standing right in the front of me and I couldn't really move anywhere without revealing to him I was the Spider-man.

«N-no, of course not,» I said and cleared my throat, pressing myself against the wall, it was very uncomfortable standing like this, having him look down on me with his masked face. He leaned down and I shrugged away from him slightly.

«Leave this visit out next time you see Spidey,» he whispered into my ear. Then he turned and stepped away from me.

«Have a good night then Parker,» he said before jumping out of the window.

I stood pressed against the wall for a little while considering following him and beating him up, but I decided that I should just do what he wanted.

I sighed, it was hard keeping this meeting away from Spider-man, but I would definitely not let him know Spider-man knew of this.

I went to bed, but was unable to sleep. All I could think of was that I needed to be much more careful. Deadpool had most likely seen my name on my camera and then found me through public search.

What did he want from me? It didn't seem like he was going to kill me, he'd tried it ages ago if that was the case. Maybe someone wanted him to find out my secret identity? I had no idea what he wanted, but I needed to find out. I needed to snoop just as much as him.