Rune!! I have bugged you in a loooong time. Gimme all your Sciles!Spideypool thoughts. Or you know gimme Spoderman!Scott and the worst damsel in distress ever!Stiles.
ALESHIA! I have been thinking about superhero Sciles a LOT lately. Spideypool Sciles is just the best thing, they compliment each other, they’re both heroes so they both have a chance to shine, and they both get a chance to be snarky assholes, which is so important when it comes to Sciles since Scott is always shoved into the nurse or unfunny caregiver role.
But just imagine young Scott and his passion for biology. He works himself ragged studying hard to get ahead, even if it means he has to sacrifice other things in his life. He’s a nerd, sure. But it’s worse because he’s alone. High school was hell and young adulthood isn’t much easier. He falls in love too quickly and he gets his heart broken time and time again. He thought that being a superhero would be the way to solve all his problems, but it just made everything worse.
It wasn’t about being cool or showing off, especially when Scott could barely control his own powers. It’s not his Dad who died, it’s Deaton, the only father figure he ever really knew after his Dad left him and his mom. Deaton had taught him to be a gentle sort of man, someone reliable and responsible and Scott blames himself every day for Deaton’s death. If you see something and you do nothing, then you’re responsible. And with great power comes that great responsibility.
Scott pushes himself to the limit, webslinging his way through the city and cleaning up crime with a sarcastic little note left for Office Derek Hale stuck to the webbed up criminals left on the police station door just to make him angry. It’s always fun to see how furious Derek’s eyebrows can get. Finally, he gets it. He knows the steps of being a hero and he knows the value of sacrifice. After a steep learning curve and too many mistakes, he’s a real hero.
At least until Allison dies. The first love of his life that he can’t save. He never thought he’d love again, but Kira is there to help him grieve and to make him smile again. Someone bold and dangerous and a sneaky warrior thief instead of a civilian. The Black Cat, how could he resist her charms? But Kira has a past she can’t escape and a life that has to come before the two of them together, and she has to leave too. Scott shuts down and promises there won’t be anyone ever again, he can’t risk the distraction or the heartbreak.
But then the Merc with a Mouth shows up in his life, and Scott can’t figure out how to get rid of him (trust him, he’s tried). Deadpool is violent and unstable, but he can always make Scott laugh whenever he’s not being utterly annoying. Hell, even when he IS being utterly annoying, which is even MORE annoying to discover. Scott always has to pull him back from going too far, there’s no line between right and wrong as long as Deadpool believes the end is justified. Or the criminal deserved it. He’s a hero of sorts, but the violence shocks Scott as much as the aggressive flirting.
Oh man, is there aggressive flirting. Scott has no idea if Deadpool is serious or not, but the flirting doesn’t stop. Deadpool’s always talking about Scott’s ass in spandex or suggestive bondage comments whenever he’s webbed up, or jokes about how he can make Scott shoot web too, if ya know what I mean. Scott only assumes that Deadpool is wiggling his eyebrows under the mask.
The worst part is, he starts to like it? It’s so over the top that it’s harmless. It can be brushed off as a joke so there’s never the threat of admitting maybe it’s a serious thing except Scott finds himself spending more and more time with Deadpool. The solo act turns into a duo, a partnership. He looks for Deadpool when they’re on duty and even when they’re not, just spending time together.
It’s months before the masks come off, building trust and friendship until Scott is ready to share that part of himself with Deadpool. There’s no reason to, but he just needs someone to know who he really is, there’s no one left anymore. They all just see Spider-Man or Scott when he’s both at the same time and it’s almost a relief that someone knows everything about him. Deadpool is more reluctant, cracking evasive jokes and stalling until Scott stops him with a wry grin and steadying hands along his hips before slowly peeling back the mask. The man’s face is a ruin and even Deadpool doesn’t have a joke to make with the way Scott’s looking at him, sure that this is the end of their partnership.
“Hi, I’m Stiles but you can call me horribly disfigured?”
Scott just smiles, not disgusted like Stiles had feared. “It’s nice to finally meet you, I’m Scott.”
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