Spiderman X Deadpool Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

she couldn't answer, what the hell! "Ok, let's go with Avengers: End Game." "Yeah yeah, that! That's...a good choice," she exclaimed and toned down her last phrase after perceiving that she almost shouted. She just can't handle watching the first one with him. That's a big no! Xander came back with a grin on his face. He knew his teasing was effective again. He set up the movie and sat beside Gabbie on the soft sofa. "I heard Iron Man died here," he started and that is not something to tell. Gabbie couldn't believe how he just spat that very crucial part.

**** (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.

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.”