((Here we go...))

Peter swung the symbiote to a nearby construction site, fully clad in red and blue. He lowered the suit into a vat of drying concrete. Never again, he thought, before swinging off.

~.~.~.~.~.

It took a lot of explaining, but Jessie finally accepted that me and Peter were superheroes. I was a bit weak from the whole experience, but still good to patrol.

I ended up more famous than I ever had been in a few days, stopping several crimes with my partner, Spidey. I realized now that I had hardly done anything before for this city.

But now, I felt like a real superhero. It can't get any better than this, I thought, crouching atop a gargoyle, watching the sun set over the city. I hope I didn't just jinx myself. Oh, who cares?

If anyone had been looking up at that moment, they would've seen a green figure leap off the building, before shooting away.

~.~.~.~.~.

"Is it done?" In an abandoned building far, far away from our young hero, a man sat in a shadowed room, talking with another figure, clad in red and black.

"What do you think, old chum?" the red and black man asked. "She's in position, just as you wanted her to be. Of course, it took a lot of work." The man's tone of voice changed to a despairing tone. "Heartache. Anguish. Loss. How will ThreeInOne build up suspense for the sequel?" he looked around. "Oh. I guess that's what this scene is for."

"Stop joking around, Wilson," the man in the chair snapped. "So the hero is in place. Perfect. Soon, it will be time."

"Who is this shadowed man?" Deadpool asked in a suspenseful tone. "What does he plan for our young hero? How else will she prove herself? Stay tuned to find out in the sequel?"

"Wilson?" the shadowed man said.

"Yeah?"

"Shut up."

((Thought I'd end it on a comical note.))