Spiderman X Deadpool Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Spider said calmly, his tone as casual as if he were pointing out items on a menu. I didn’t hesitate, firing twice in rapid succession. Both guards dropped before they could even raise their weapons, their bodies crumpling into a lifeless pile. “Damn,” Spider said, his voice laced with mock admiration. “Still got that sniper touch, huh?” “Shut up and keep moving,” I snapped, my eyes scanning the next corridor. Still, I couldn’t stop the faint twitch of a smirk from pulling at my lips. Spider chuckled, his blade spinning between his fingers again. “You know, Grey, you’re no fun when you’re all business.”

Which was not a lie. "You are super happy." Xander blurted because of how happy I was. "Yes, I am already thinking about my next vacation there, just me, myself and I. I heard Italian men are hot." I chimed with my eyes sparkling. Xander pulled me back into his embrace and captured my lips for a short kiss. I left him to kiss me because this would be his last memory of ever being this close to me. I hope he rots in hell soon. "Stop having dreamy looks while thinking about other men. You have a super hot hubby who is also Italian." He said pressing his forehead with mine.

Xander asks while he pulls his phone out of his pocket. “You.” His eyes flick to me, and a hot-as-hell smirk tugs at his mouth. “What kind of pizza?” “One pepperoni and one Hawaiian.” “Let me guess, the Hawaiian is for you,” he teases me. “Of course,” I chuckle. “And get whatever you like.” “I’ll have the same as Vincent.” “Like father, like son,” I whisper as I walk down the hallway to change into something comfortable. In the safety of my bedroom, I take a moment to calm my racing heart because the organ hasn’t stopped fluttering since Xander went all alpha on my butt.

“It still doesn't explain why you want to kill me...” “Well, I can’t report to the ‘big guy’ in hell empty handed and as you can see...” Xander raised his arms to the scarlet sky, “he’s about to pay us a visit if he isn't here already.” The Viper coughed and her stomach hurt even more the moment she did that. Xander approached her, towering over her under the red sky. “I have to do this.” With that, he grabbed Natasha by the neck, tightening his grip and the Viper was shocked at how surprisingly strong he was.

**** (Leo Bloodstone POV) I could practically see the wheels turning in Xander’s brain as he processed the information I gave him. I prayed that he would listen. As angry as I was at Xander for helping Piper escape the first time and for giving her those bloody herbs, I did not want to have to explain to Piper why I had been forced to kill her best friend. Had Xander been anyone else —and had I not realized that he had been sent on a suicide mission by Ellis— he would have been dead the moment he stepped onto the alpha floor. Unfortunately, this was Xander. He had never failed to prove himself to be a moron.

“It is okay to fall. You know why?” He shook his head, his attention fixed on me as I took a small bandage. “Because you have the courage to stand up again.” He nodded and looked at his elbow where I had applied the bandage. He gasped, “Spiderman!” “Yes, Spiderman. Just like him.” His grin was so wide, I could see the freckles splattered over his small nose and cheeks, his chocolate skin glowing. “Thank you, Miss! I will show this Spiderman to all my friends, they will be so jealous.”

Until I have time to do it. I wanted to do things that would make me happy. I don't want to die with regrets. I cleared my throat and stood up from the gutter. Then I looked at the man beside me. I gave him a small smile. "Thanks for the talk…spiderman." He stood up. Then I heard him chuckle. He sounded amused. "You're welcome. And don't call me Spiderman." I pursed my lips. "You're wearing a Spiderman suit."

I shook in utmost fear. She resumed laughing, and I dared to open my eyes a teeny bit. “I honestly can’t believe this. You, Alpha Tyler Jefferson, who has slain thousands of people and are a widely known tyrant, no offence, is scared of a spider… a dead one at that,” she said. I opened my eyes completely and tried to look at the spider, but couldn’t and almost threw up. “Get it away from me, come on,” I pleaded. “What would you do for me in return?” she asked.