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@wallcrawlingpeter
Itâs 5 AM in New York, and all is quiet.... quiet for New York at least. A shadow creeps through Avengers tower, a crimson shadow.
Heâs lucky, usually Stark is still awake at this time but he got caught watching Wheel of Fortune episodes and all that excitement tuckered the old man out early.
Slowly, the door to Starkâs bedroom creeps open, and between the shadows we see him. Spider-Pool. Or, you know, something that isnât two red dorks making out. Which would be a fine thing to sneak into Starkâs room if this was an âadultâ ask prompt, but it isnât and Iâm just trying to set a dramatic mood so fuck off! Itâs just Deadpool sneaking in, okay? Iâm not writing Spidey-Pool-Stark porn right now! You know Wade would want to play with Starks chest hole and my soul can not handle that!
Anyway, Deadpool sneaks into Starks bedroom muttering a slow âthwipâ with each step closer to his bed.
âThwiip. Thwiip. Thwiiip.â
âBang!â
Wade shouted, just in case the actual âbangâ from the bucket slamming against Starkâs head wasnât loud enough for his licking. Which it wasnât, itâs a pretty light bucket.
âStop hitting on my aunt.â
And with that, Deadpool ran to the window and jumped, cracking his skull against the thick skyscraper glass. He then found the Stark landing pad and jumped off that instead, which sounds like a better plan until you realize that the âpoorâ part of his poor imitation is that Wade had silly string instead of actual webs.












