This chapter is basically pure, sweet fluff with a bit of foreshadowing

I will not be blamed for cavities.

(I also really like coming up with different ways for Deadpool to swear, in case you couldn't tell)

"I should have listened to them. Why didn't I listen?"

"Spidey! C'mon, it won't be that bad I promise-"

"How? How could it not be that bad?"

"You have your webs, Webs! You'll be perfectly safe! I've done it before and I know you'll love it! Well, it won't end exactly the same way cause you have webs to catch yourself-"

Peter sighed and inhaled another bite of his burrito, glaring at where Deadpool was sitting cross legged beside him ranting about his idea.

It had been another week since they had their 'heart-to-heart', and Peter was really starting to get attached to Wade. He was fun to hang around with, especially on patrols. Deadpool even kept his word and hadn't 'unalived' anyone.

Peter never really knew how lonely he was at night. Before he really only had Karen to keep him company as he swung around Queens, cleaning up crime.

Deadpool gave much needed entertainment during patrols. The free food was also a plus (Peter had offered to pay multiple times, but Deadpool just cooed and pushed his head away as he shoved a hundred at the vendor).

What Wade was suggesting he do on the down time they had, however, was complete lunacy.

"I'm not doing a back flip off of the Empire State Building, Wade. That's insane." the man giggled and bopped Peter on the nose. "Besides, I've never been to that part of the city as Spiderman before. Mr. Stark might get suspicious."

Deadpool groaned, throwing his hands out to his sides so one was hanging off of the roof when he leaned back.

"'Mr. Stark, Mr. Stark, Mr. Stark...'" Peter smacked Deadpools leg for the unnecessarily high voice. "Who gives a fuck about that short bitch nugget? He's no fun."

Peter swallowed the last bite of his burrito and frowned at Wade, who was amusing himself by creating little hand puppets and making them fight each other. He couldn't help but snort a bit at that.

"Yeah, he can be kinda overbearing, but he built this suit. I owe him everything." he paused, pulling his mask back down over his face. "And if he decides to check that stupid Baby Monitor again, it will not end well when he sees we're still hanging out."

Wade blew a raspberry and sat back up to fully see Peter. "God, he's such a helicopter parent for you. I know, Yellow, let the kid live a little. Hash tag Spider Rights!"

"And jumping off of the highest building in the Untied States is your definition of living?" Peter sassed, standing on the roofs ledge and stretching his arms until he was satisfied with the pop they made.

Deadpool followed suit, bolting to his feet. He gripped Spiderman's shoulders and brought their faces unusually close.

"Hell yeah." he whispers, then quickly releases his shoulders. "At least I remember it being fun. White says that since we Splatted, and that's one of the worst ways to kick the bucket if you're lookin' for a quick healing, it wasn't as fun, but Yellow and I both said a big 'fuck you' to White so, yep, it's amazeballs."

Peter chose not to linger too long on the whole 'kick the bucket' thing, snorting at Deadpool.

"I'll take your word for it." Peter states, jumping off of the roof they were on and onto the fire escape. It was getting close to dawn, and he was way past curfew already. Any longer and Peter would have to worry about Aunt May baking him into a Super-Spider Pie.

The fire escape rattled behind him, and he looked to see Wade clambering down the stairs to meet him where he was standing hallway down the building.

"Please! It'll be so fucking cool. Plus, it's not like heights are a problem, you swing-a-ding-ding through the air all the time!"

Peter didn't comment, allowing Wade to ramble on as he followed him down from the fire escape.

He was wrong about that. Heights were a very big problem. Peter didn't have to worry too much about heights in Queens, where buildings didn't tend to pass ten or fifteen stories.

In other areas of New York, however, they were big. Extremely big. Just thinking about it made Peter a little quesy.

And, yes, Peter recognized how ironic it was that he was Spiderman and he was afraid of heights. And that he clung to the outside of an airplane before. But that doesn't mean that he still isn't afraid when he looks down and sees the ground shrinking beneath him.

His simple solution is that he doesn't look down when he swings. Only forward. So jumping off of the Empire State Building, where there is no where to look but down, is a big no for Peter.

Wade, however, is very persistent.

"Can't you just imagine it? You, Spidey, all dolled up in your fantabulous super suit, standing on the edge of the building like a bad-ass. Then, the crowd gasps as you slowly tip over the side! Everyone would be all 'is he insane' and 'he's going to die!' and 'what a fucking weirdo' and then they would all rush to the edge-"

"Wade, can we stop talking about this? It's not happening." Peter complained as he dropped down onto the pavement of the alley, Deadpool right behind him.

"No way. We are doing this, even if-" Wade brightened up even more, and Peter didn't like that his Spider Sense was just slightly tingling. "Yellow, you're a fucking genius, I ever tell you that? Of course not, this is the only good idea you've had since...well, ever, cause you're usually a disgusting piece of molten trash."

Peter looked on curiously as Wade started digging around in one of his pouches. The man almost started vibrating in pure joy with a whispered 'fuck yes' as he pulled out a metallic bracelet that had a singular glowing green orb in the middle.

"How did that fit in your-"

"No time for questions, Baby Boy!" Deadpools interupted, slapping the bracelet onto his wrist, which caused another pulse from Peter's Spider Sense. "Time to visit the Big Apples signature staple!"

Peter felt his mask lenses flare wide when Deadpool grabbed his wrist and his Spider Sense started ringing consistently.

"Uh, Deadpool-"

"See you on the other side, Spidey, this is going to be a fuck ton of fun! I always forget I have this thing..." the man trailed. Before Peter could say anything else his vision was covered by a blinding flash of green light.

Peter felt his mind being muddled, stomach twisting and thought he could actually taste the colour red for a moment before the light was gone. He gasped for breath, collapsing onto his hands and knees, eyes scrunched shut.

"Holy hell, if actually worked! Take that, White, you pussy." Spiderman glared at where Deadpool was standing triumphant in front of him, looking down dreamily at his bracelet. "Always love the power of plot conveniences'!"

"Wade, where...what..." Peter managed to croak, shakily getting back onto his feet. His face paled as soon as his vision focused.

Tops of buildings were everywhere. All of them lower than the roof they were standing on now. Everything looked brighter, and the clouds were significantly closer. Exceptionally cold wind bit at him even through the warming spandex he wore. Peter knew exactly where they were.

"Why are we on the top of the Empire State Building!? And how are we here!?" Peter shrieked, backpedalling as far away from the edge as he could.

"Oh, it's a teleporter I got from a friend awhile back. But it makes the job way too fucking easy, so I don't really use it." Wade easily explained, strutting to where Peter was cowering on the spire in the middle of the roof. He grabbed Peter's wrist and started to drag him towards the edge.

Peter planted his feet and jerked them to a stop before they were even a foot away from the middle spire. He swallowed dryly.

"Wade, this isn't a good idea! There's so many things that can go wrong, and-and my Aunt is already going to be pissed at me and Mr. Stark is going to be so suspicious-"

Deadpool gave him a flat look through his mask and rolled his eyes (Peter was still determined to find out exactly how Wade could convey emotions so thoroughly through his mask).

"This is getting ridiculous, Spidey. And that's coming from me! The most ridiculous fucktard in this side of the multiverse!" he exclaimed, tugging once again on Peter's wrist. When the teen still refused to budge, he sighed and let go of his wrist with a flourish. "Fine! Fine! I guess I'll just have to show you how it's done..."

Deadpool started strutting towards the edge of the building, and a cry stuck itself in the back of Peter's thoat. He lunged forward and hugged Deadpools left arm tight to his chest. The man made a squawking noise, tensing when he looked down into the wide, terrified eyes looking back at him.

"No! No, no, don't jump, we're way too high, you'll get hurt, it's way too high..." Peter mumbled, chancing a glance towards the horizon. It still looked way too different to be normal, and he looked resolutely back at Deadpools mask.

Wade tipped his head to the side, eyes narrowed at the small teen who clutched his arm. Then his eyes widened, and his stance relaxed, eyes going softer.

"Oh my god, you're seriously afraid of heights?" when Peter quickly looked away, he added, "Don't worry, it's so chill...White, shut your bitchy mouth you annoying shit biscuit."

Wade led him back until he was at the wall again, but Peter still didn't let go of his arm. A part of his mind told him that if he let go Wade would either jump or somehow fall off the side of the building.

"God, I'm such an asshole, I brought you all the way up here and now you're terrified and probably hate me now, even though we just went through some pretty wicked character development..." Wade sighed, shifting his feet as he looked back down at Peter, who had his eyes screwed shut.

Peter minutely shook his head against Deadpools arm. "No, it's alright, I never...I never really said anything about my stupid fear...it's...its not your fault, you didn't do...do anything wrong." He cracked his eye open just enough to see Wades dissapointed stare.

"Kid, there is no fear that's stupid. Fearing heights is actually so normal, like, nothing stupid about that. At all. You wanna know a fear of mine? Cows. You ever seen a cow stare before? I'm tellin' you, they are just waiting for the perfect moment so they can fuck your shit up."

Peter snorted at that, loosening his grip on Deadpools arm. Wade's posture seemed to relax even more. A silence fell over them, but it wasn't stifiling. Despite the chill, the silence was warm, and Peter felt his fear being subdued.

It wasn't gone, but he wasn't about to crack from the stress, either.

Wade suddenly straightened. "Hey, it's almost dawn. I bet the view from up here is amazing! Almost as amazing as bingeing Golden Girls while neck deep in as much Mexican food can fit in my shithole of an apartment." Deadpool plopped onto the ground, stretching his legs out and taking Peter, who was still latched onto his arm, with him.

Peter landed with an 'oomph!', quickly muttering apologies through a blush when he half landed on Wade. The man simply shrugged it off and slung an arm around his shoulders before Peter could scoot too far away.

Peter tensed for a moment at the contact, but quickly melted under it. He didn't get to have physical contact very often, as he was afraid of initiating it in case he underestimated his strength and, other than May, no one else in his life was very physical.

It felt...good, to have this contact come so easily. Peter unconsciously moved closer to Wades side. He felt the man tense for a moment, and he was about to move away again when he relaxed again and squeezed his shoulder.

Spiderman felt his face get even more red, and he had a hard time pulling his eyes away from the concrete under them. Pulling his knees to his chest, he wrapped his arms around them so they weren't tempted to do something stupid.

"Hey, Spidey, I don't think the concrete is going to go anywhere. But if you keep staring at it, you're going to miss the view~" Deadpool cooed, nudging Peters shoulder.

The teen huffed and looked up, bracing himself for the same fear he felt when he looked at the horizon before. His breath caught in his throat.

The sun was just a sliver on the horizon now, dimmed by the buildings blocking the lights path. The windows on the buildings, however, glowed a bright, neon swirl of yellow and orange. The sky...Peter's eyes got even wider, and he slumped even more against the wall behind him.

The sky on the horizon was a light pink, blending into a myriad of purples, blues, and even closer to the sun, and deep, blood orange. The clouds that were visible floated serenly, and Peter couldn't help but compare them to fish swimming across the great expanse of coloured ocean.

"Whoa..." Peter whispered, Wade giving a small chuckle as he nudged him again, his wide, bug-like eyes never leaving the magnificent sight unfolding in front of him.

"Pretty neat, huh? You should see the sunrises in Africa, or even Asia, up in the mountains. Get them at just the right angle and it's almost like you can see Heaven. Even if you're me, who has an unlimited time pass for admission into Hell." Wade smiled warmly down at the teen, who leaned even more into the warmth that the man radiated.

Peter's attention was momentarily distracted by a black drone flying a few stories below them near another building. He smiled, hoping whoever was controlling it saw and recorded the same sight that he was seeing. It deserved to be preserved.

The only sound between the two was the whistling wind and the waking city below them. Peter found himself completely relaxed, up in the clouds with a beautiful view, the chill making him shiver, and a warm, kind body next to him.

The sun finally rose to be above the smallest building they could see, and Peter sighed. He went to get up, slinging the man's arm off and opening his mouth to thank Deadpool froze bringing his up here when a screen unexpectedly popped up inside his mask.

In the box was a furious Aunt May, face as red as a pepper. Peter paled. He could practically see the steam pooling out of her ears.

This was going to be a fun lecture.

My God, this was cathartic to write. I feel so warm and fluffy.

And yes, it's my own headcanon that MCU Peter is afraid of big heights, since we never really do see him swinging around on his own in the more populated places until SM:FFH. And since this takes place before that, I'm still going with it :)

Could anybody catch the bits of foreshadowing I sprinkled in? Two are fairly obvious, but there's a couple that might slip by!

~RockinThatRobin