C350 Spider-Man (Patreon)

Peter leaned against the bathroom wall, his arms crossed, as he waited for Wade to finish adjusting his tactical suit.

Although Peter didn’t agree with this, as he knew it would be better to simply explain things to Vanessa, Wade refused to see things his way.

So, they would be breaking the law today.

Just as Wade wants, the two of them would kidnap his fiancé and move her to a safe location, where hopefully, Peter could either convince Wade to reveal himself or perhaps, trick him into doing so instead.

‘Meh, ill figure something out.’ Peter shrugged.

Wade tugged at the straps on the suit, muttering to himself. "Man, this thing is tight. Are you sure I won't suffocate in here?"

[Insert picture of Deadpool suit]

Peter rolled his eyes, his voice laced with impatience. "It's designed for maximum flexibility and protection. You'll be fine. Just keep your focus on finding Vanessa."

Peter didn’t think it best for him to wear the paper bag for this, so he conjured up a normal tactical suit that matched the Deadpool aesthetic.

It wasn’t anything crazy like Peter’s suit, but it would be enough for this.

Wade adjusted the mask, his eyes narrowing behind the red and black fabric.

"Right. Vanessa. Gotta keep my girl safe from Francis." He straightened up and struck a dramatic pose. "Don't worry, Spidey, the Crimson Chin is on the case!"

“Please stop coming up with these sh*tty names. They just don’t work.” Peter couldn't help but chuckle. "Just remember. We need to keep a low profile. No unnecessary violence."

Wade grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "No promises, web-head." He said as he turned and left the bathroom.

Shaking his head in annoyance, Peter discreetly activated the enchantment on his spider suit, watching as it transformed into a sleek, pitch-black form.

Now unrecognizable as Spider-Man, he followed Wade out into the dimly lit club.

They stepped out of the bathroom and into the pulsating atmosphere of the strip club. The bass thumped through the air, mingling with the voices and laughter of the surrounding patrons.

Wade adjusted his mask once again, ensuring his face was hidden beneath its intimidating design.

Men stood around the runway-styled stage, throwing money at practically naked women who danced on long shining poles for their pleasure.

Other men sat in their own booths, accompanied by similar women, who fawned over them as if they were the most handsome men in the world.

They certainly weren’t...

Meanwhile, the bigger spenders were invited into the back of the club, where secluded rooms were set up for private dances.

‘Suckers...’ Peter thought as he watched these women expertly drain them dry of their money.

As they navigated through the crowd, their eyes scanned the room, searching for any sign of Vanessa. The scent of perfume and alcohol mixed with the flashing neon lights created a surreal atmosphere.

Wade's eyes widened as he spotted a door at the back marked "Employees Only." He motioned for Peter to follow him, and they stealthily made their way toward it.

Inside a nearby dressing room, a beautiful woman with long brown hair and matching eyes stood before a mirror, dressed skimpily, carefully applying her makeup.

[Insert picture of Vanessa here]

The soft glow of the lights accentuated her beauty, but her expression carried a mix of weariness and uncertainty.

Although she didn’t return to prostitution, in a way, she was still selling her body to similar clientele, which was a bit disheartening when she thought about it.

Though the money alone made this a far better job than anything else that she could be doing.

Staring at herself in a tiny handheld mirror, Vanessa sighed. ‘I just wish Wade was here...’ She thought sadly.

Unbeknownst to Vanessa, a security guard, who was meant to be guarding the hall outside from any weird and overzealous patrons, watched her with lust-filled eyes.

He had been watching her carefully ever since she started working here, waiting for the best moment to strike.

Stalking up behind her unnoticed, as her mirror far was too small to show anything behind her, the rather muscular guard peered over her shoulder, admiring her exposed breasts.

Unable to hold himself back any longer, he reached his hand out, his intentions clear.

Suddenly, the door quietly opened and a red and black clothed head peaked inside.

Instantly, Wade's rage bubbled to the surface as he burst into the room. “Hands off, scumbag!” He shouted, his voice filled with fury.

The security guard stumbled backward, startled by Wade's sudden appearance. "Who the hell are you?"

Wade cracked his knuckles, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “I’m the Crimson Chin, Motherf*cker!"

‘Not again...’ Peter roller his eyes and let out a sigh.

Without warning, Wade launched himself at the guard, a flurry of punches and kicks raining down upon him, leaving the Guard reeling as he tried and failed to defend himself.

Meanwhile, Vanessa leaped out of her seat and backed up into the corner, surprised by the sudden fight that broke out in the middle of her dressing room.

Though before she ran over to cower in the corner, she was sure to hit a small emergency button under the table, which sent out a distress call to all security guards in the building.

After all, being a stripper is a hazardous business.

Clients can easily grow obsessive and delusional, leading to all sorts of unsavory situations.

*Bam!*

A red and black-clothed fist smashed into the guard's face, sending him spiraling to the floor.

“Don’t you ever!” Wade exclaimed as he started stomping the guard's downed body. “Try to touch her again!”

“?!” Vanessa wondered what he meant by that and why he seemed so protective of her.

She felt that this masked man was familiar, though the mask muffled his voice, leaving her confused as to who it was.

Peter leaned against the door frame, enjoying the show, though that was quickly ruined as a crowd of similarly dressed guards came running down the hall behind him.

Quick to react, Peter turned around and swung into action.

His movements were agile and precise as he incapacitated the guards one by one, using nothing but his inhuman speed to outclass them with ease.

“Aaahhh!”

“Ughhh!”

“Aauughh!”

Vanessa’s fear only grew as she heard the screams of agony and pain that echoed from outside the door.

Barely a minute passed before Peter returned, completely unscathed with a pile of unconscious guards behind him.

And when he returned, Wade was still stomping the guard that tried to get handsy with his fiancé. The floor was filled with blood and the man's head was partially caved inwards.

Though he was still breathing.

“Stupid dumb f$cker b*tch...” Wade never stopped insulting the guy as he continued to brutally assault him.

“I think that’s enough.” Peter said as Wade calmed down and returned to his senses.

Nodding his head, Wade pulled out one of his desert eagles and aimed downward.

“N-No... Wait... *Bang!*” The man tried to speak but Wade didn’t listen and simply pulled the trigger, piercing a bullet straight into his pants and blowing his d*ck clean off.

“Aaahhh!” The man let out a high pitch scream as he rolled on the floor, holding his crotch in agony.

“Seriously?” Peter asked in exasperation.

“What? He deserved it...” Wade shrugged uncaringly.

“!” Vanessa, wide-eyed in fear, watched all of this from the corner of the room, a lamp in hand ready to defend herself if need be.

Fear mingled with confusion as she tried to comprehend the situation unfolding before her.

Peter looked toward Wade, motioning for him to speak to her, but he just couldn’t muster up the courage.

Sighing in exasperation, Peter made a quick mental note to beat some sense into him later as he stepped up toward the frightened woman.

Vanessa's voice trembled as she spoke, her trust wavering. "Who are you? Why are you doing this?"

“Look, we’re not here to hurt you.” Peter says, receiving a very skeptical look from Vanessa. ”believe it or not. I don’t care. We don’t have much time right now, so just come with us and we’ll explain everything, okay?”

Of course, she didn’t believe a word that came out of Peter's mouth, staying firmly in the corner, ready to lash out at whoever came near her.

Seeing that this wasn’t working, Peter sighed and waved his hand. “Sleep.” He said and moved forward to catch her as her eyes dropped shut and her body collapsed into a deep slumber.

“What did you do to her?!” Wade asks in concern as he turns his desert eagle toward Peter.

“She’s asleep, you idiot.” Rolling his eyes at his friend's overreaction, Peter tossed Vanessa over to him.

“!” Wade's eyes widened as he dropped his gun and scrambled to catch his fiancé in a princess carry. “Don’t throw her like that! She’s not a sack of potatoes!”

Suddenly, the sound of police sirens echoes from outside the building.

“I think that’s our cue.” Peter says, ignoring Wade's glare as he opens a portal and steps through. “Come on. Let’s go. I’d rather not deal with the cops.”

...

..

.

Minutes later, when the police finally breached the building with a heavily armed swat unit, they found no sign of the perpetrators.

Though they did find a badly beaten penis-less man alongside a large pile of unconscious guards, leaving them no choice but to seal off the area in hopes of catching the fleeing perpetrator(s).

A/N: 1599 words :) sorry it’s a bit later than usual today. I slept a bit before writing. Also, any good ideas on how Vanessa should find out that it’s Wade? I have a few but I’m not 100% on it yet. I want Peter to somehow trick him into revealing himself.