First Marvel fic I've ever written by myself! I'm nervous. I have the first seven chapters done. The first two are basically related drabbles, but then it actually gets a plot.

Chapter summary: Saving kids that have low impulse control and accidentally finding Deadpool.

Chapter One: Team Red

The Pokémon Go phenomena had swept over most of the planet like a devastating tidal wave, and in the span of a few short days the world had been turned completely on its head. Not only were the streets flooding over with both children and adults alike, but this was honestly the most united and supportive Peter had seen Queens in… well, ever. Big cities, especially ones in New York, weren't exactly known for having the most friendly of citizens, but now strangers greeted each other like old friends as they passed on the sidewalks. All wandering parties had their phones ready in their hands, shouting out helpful hints and the locations of the Pokémon that spawned nearby to each other (much to the confusion and annoyance of people who were out of the loop). Of course the fact that there were rival teams caused a few spats, turf wars, and some vandalism to crop up, but the good was by far outweighing the bad.

One thing that Peter noticed as early as the first day of the app's release in the U.S. was that when a lure was dropped at a Pokéstop… it didn't just attract Pokémon. No; gaggles of people in all walks of life would flock to them, hovering within range and discussing Pokémon. It seemed he wasn't the only one to notice, because a few of the shadier parts of town had muggings happening late at night, and they were centered around such Pokéstops. It even made headlines. Spider-Man was making his rounds, checking each one for suspicious activity. Thankfully what he saw was that most people were moving around in groups varying by size, and he surprisingly didn't stumble onto any traps that were actively claiming victims. What he did stumble onto, however, was two young children who'd darted out into the street just after loudly declaring that there was a Vaporeon nearby.

Spider-Man swung low and fast, angling his body to cut through the air like a knife, and with an arm outstretched he grabbed the two just half a second before a cab's front bumper would have taken them out. The vehicle's tires screeched as it braked and the driver started screaming at them through the window, but he didn't seem too committed to what he was trying to pass along because he sped off after only a few choice words. (Which didn't stop everyone behind him from giving their two cents worth of road rage in the form of blaring their car horns, but hey.)

Having gotten them safely to the curb, Spider-Man kneeled and put a hand on each of their shoulders. He was pleased to see that they were a little shaken up - maybe that would make this stick in their heads better, to make the danger real to them - but part of him was also sorry that they had to have this lesson drilled into their heads in such a traumatic way. Both were staring at him so hard he wondered if their eyes would roll out of their heads and their jaws would fall off from all the gaping.

"You both okay? Nobody's hurt?" he asked, and he looked from the boy to the girl. They both shook their heads. "Good. But," he paused, and he let go of them to get his phone, pulling it out of a latched pocket he'd added to his costume for the sole purpose of carrying said device. He closed the Pokémon Go app and reopened it, and flashed them the loading screen. He tapped the warning at the bottom. "Always be aware of your surroundings. If you gotta get across the road, use a crosswalk and wait for traffic to stop. Okay?" he asked, and his voice was filled with patience.

They both seemed awed and pleasantly surprised to find out that they were on the same game that the red and blue-clad vigilante was. "You play, too?" the girl asked, and the fact that she'd almost been roadkill left her mind completely for the moment. The boy pointed, and he fumbled to show Spider-Man his own phone screen.

"There's a Vaporeon right over there!" he said excitedly and he sidled up beside the lithe hero to show him the battle he was currently engaged in. It took a few shaky twists and angles, but he finally caught the water-type in his camera's line of sight and Spider-Man watched it. "We have to be looking at it, or-or we can't catch it!"

Spider-Man leaned forward slightly, and he touched the top right of the screen, showing the boy a sliding option. "Here, turn that off for now, okay?" As he spoke, he did just that, and the surroundings of the battle faded away to show a darkened field with the Pokémon in the center of it. "That way you don't have to be facing it exactly. It's really, really cool to see them in places like your bedroom and on your kitchen table, but how about we don't use that when you're close to traffic, okay?"

The boy looked down at his own shuffling feet and he nodded, acknowledging the gentle chastise. The girl did, too.

That was when a group of older kids, probably mid-teens, jogged up, and a few of them saw Spider-Man from around their phone screens. "Hey, is that Spider-Man?!" one demanded, and that was when Peter knew he needed to take his leave. As much as he took enjoyment out of finding people who didn't completely hate him, this was only the tip of the iceberg of bodies that were about to flood the area for the rare water-type. He set his hands on the two kids' backs, and gave them a firm, friendly jostle before he said, "Head home before your parents worry too much, yeah?" and shot his webbing in the direction he'd swung from. He disappeared into the busy city just like that, only visible for a single block.

When he was a safe enough distance he slowed down and then finally let himself perch on the side of an apartment building. One thing that was good about this whole mess was that it took longer for people to exit out of their games to open their cameras and snap pictures of him. He had his own territory that he stuck to as far as patrolling went - every hero did -, but having photographic proof of that online made him uncomfortable. He didn't really enjoy the thought of anyone finding out a general sense of where he lived. He tugged his phone back out of his pocket, and he checked the game for any more lures that were away from the more heavily populated streets. He relaxed when he saw that they were, at least for now, only in major walkways.

Then he turned his view to point towards the Gym he'd taken over a few hours prior. It had been reclaimed by team Valor, and Peter grinned under his mask. He could take out that Scyther easily. He re-sheathed his phone and then twisted his body so he could crawl his way up the rest of the brick wall and onto the roof, which he then jumped off of, landing on the neighboring building's fire escape. He needed to get within range to battle it, and since he didn't have an iPhone his GPS was a bit on the wonky side. Sometimes it wouldn't register that he was well within the parameters of a Pokéstop or a Gym. (Having checked a few forums online, he found several dedicated entirely to whether or not Apple products were the way to go as far as gameplay went.) Then again, the servers were consistently overloaded and he had to take that in stride. Lagging and lock-ups were just things that were to be expected right now.

What he wasn't expecting was to find Deadpool squatted on the edge of the building that was, at least in-game, considered the Gym. The guy was swinging his legs over the side like a child while he messed with his iPhone, which his large hands dwarfed. Peter was about to slink off behind the raised exit that lead to the rooftop, and he debated with himself over it for apparently just a smidgen too long, because the Merc eventually looked over. He'd probably noticed Peter's screen - despite being on the dimmest settings, it was still a beacon in the darkness above the streetlights. A sharp spike in his spider sense put him on edge, but it was gone as soon as Deadpool recognized him.

"Yo, Spidey-babe!" he called, and he animatedly waved his hands at the other Costume. Well, that decision was made for him, Peter thought, and he raised a hand in return, wary despite the fact that he didn't sense immediate danger anymore. That didn't mean that Deadpool wasn't dangerous. The Merc's head cocked slightly and he took in the sight of the hero's phone, before his chest puffed out and he struck a confident pose, his free hand's thumb jammed hard into his own chest. "You here to battle my Gym?" he bragged, and Peter would bet money that the older man was smirking stupidly under that mask.

Spider-Man paused, and then glanced at his screen, only then noticing the name of the Gym leader. "Dealpood?" he asked, his tone one of surprise and mild disbelief. Peter's eyebrow raised, but it was impossible to see through the giant lenses covering his eyes.

The Merc huffed and waved his hand like there was a fly he was trying to swat out of the air. "'Deadpool' was already taken," he admitted. Then, under his breath, muttered, "And when I find the fucker, I'm gonna give 'em such a brown swirly."

Peter's enhanced hearing picked that up and he made a face in response. "Gross," he complained.

Deadpool apparently hadn't realized he'd be overheard, and he almost seemed a little ashamed of himself, if only because he'd been caught. "Oh, like you wouldn't? This is clearly identity theft and I don't want some punk soiling my good name! Or makin' people think that I'm a shit trainer!"

Well, dunking someone's head in a dirty toilet was still better than de-boweling them, so Peter would take the small, offered miracles. He walked closer and dropped down beside the Merc, though he left notable space between them. "You would be team Valor," was all he said in reply.

Deadpool looked the absolute dictionary definition of offended. "You're not? Spidey, no, come on, man! We're Team Red! Wait - don't tell me you picked Mystic." Deadpool actually sounded like he was worried, as if they were no longer going to be on speaking terms over this. Apparently the issue wasn't serious enough for that, though, because the mercenary recovered almost instantly and threw an arm as far as he could around Spider-Man without scooting over too much. "Well, whatever; enemies-to-lovers is still a decently interesting trope."

Peter pinched the leather of Deadpool's suit and lifted the arm off of him entirely, touching as little of it as possible, as if it could (and would) infect him with something. "Uh, rain-check that plot," he said, clearly unimpressed. "I'm not here for slow-burn romances."

Deadpool slumped. "Aw," he grumbled. He took his hand back and minimized the app, and then he went to open his e-mail. "You're no fun," he added as an afterthought.

Peter shrugged. "I'm loads of fun," he clarified, before he was drawn back into his own phone. He swiped his thumb and tapped intermittently for somewhere around a minute. After that, he let the screen go idle and he leaned back on his hands, head tilting upward to look at the light-polluted sky. Sometimes he wished New York would just turn off for a single night so that he could appreciate the stars, be able to map out constellations with his eyes. The view of the cityscape was nice enough, though, and he appreciated that instead. After several minutes, he was pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of Deadpool shifting. The Merc had been astonishingly quiet, and Peter had forgotten they'd even been sitting together. Now Deadpool was hunched over with his legs crossed under him, and Peter was the one kicking his feet, bouncing his heels off of the wall.

Peter discreetly eyeballed Deadpool's screen, watching him pull Pokémon Go back up.

A beat.

"SONOVABITCH!" the Merc exclaimed and nearly threw his phone ten stories down to the ground. He whipped around to look at Spider-Man, who was flashing him the peace sign. The Gym that had previously been ruled by Valor now glowed yellow, and a new player character stood in Dealpood's spot that was named 'YoItsSpidey'. The Scyther had been replaced by an Arcanine.

"'SpiderMan' was already taken," Peter informed, but he sounded so utterly pleased with himself as he said it. Then he patted Deadpool on the shoulder and got to his feet. "Have fun giving people swirlies," he added and then he jumped off the ledge, waiting until he'd dropped about four stories before he shot his web and swung himself across the street. Totally unnecessary, but he knew he looked cool doing it, and that was the perfect exit strategy for tonight.

Deadpool screamed incoherently after him, but maybe that was because he had the wind in his ears, between which was a wide, shit-eating grin.