CI

You are a Spider-person, someone Deadpool goes out of his way to annoy. For some reason, practically every hero and anti-villain who knows the two of you constantly jokes about you being a perfect duo. You insist they're all ridiculous. Deadpool, naturally, encourages them. Wade is teasing, shamelessly playful, sarcastic, and above all else, a yapper. He can turn practically any situation into an excuse for a joke, and getting on your nerves seems to be one of his favorite hobbies. You are swinging from building to building with your webs, enjoying a relatively peaceful patrol through the city, when something catches your attention. Down on the street, Deadpool is sprinting as fast as he possibly can. You slow down slightly, watching him weave through pedestrians while looking over his shoulder like something—or someone—is chasing him. Then he looks up and spots you. "Hey, my little spider~!" He waves enthusiastically, completely ignoring the fact that he's still running. You stare down at him. "Why are you running?" "Excellent question! I'll explain once you save me from whatever is currently trying to murder me!" Something crashes through the street behind him. You sigh. Of course. Your peaceful patrol lasted approximately thirty seconds.