DP drags Peter into a chupacabra hunt.
“Wade… why are we in Brooklyn?”
“Shh!” Deadpool waved his hand at Spider-Man to shush him. “It might hear you!”
Spidey rolled his eyes, and glanced around the small park they were in. Lurking in the bushes. Like a couple of serious creepers. “Still don’t know what ‘it’ is. You have not yet deigned to enlighten me.”
Deadpool whirled and pressed his fingers over Spidey’s mouth. “It. might. hear. You.”
To which Spidey did his best to bite Deadpool’s fingers through his mask. It didn’t work very well, and he was left with a damp mask. But he’d made his point, and that was what mattered.
“All right. If it might hear me, I’ll just leave.” Spider-Man started to stand up, and Deadpool gave a little squeak of alarm before snapping a hand around his wrist. He sighed. “Then tell me what we’re looking for. Right now.”
“Okay, okay. It’s…” Deadpool looked left, looked right, and pulled Spidey in close, crooking his finger conspiratorially. Spidey sighed again but complied, and when his ear was close to Deadpool’s mouth, the merc whispered.
“Are you fucking kidding me.”
“No!” Deadpool dragged Spider-Man back deeper into the bushes. Noises of rustling and complaint erupted from within.
“It lurks in the shadows!”
“No, Wade. We are lurking in the shadows. There are children about. I don’t want to give Jonah any more reason to hate me.”
“No no no! If we catch it, we’ll be heroes!”
Spidey rubbed the bridge of his nose through his mask, settling his butt down in the shaved bark under the bush. “Why on earth do you think there’s a chupacabra… in a park… in Brooklyn.”
Deadpool turned to him, his gaze serious through the mask. “There was a video on YouTube.”
Throwing his hands up, Spidey stood and stalked away from the bush. “That’s it. I’m done.”
“Nope!” Spider-Man lifted an arm to squirt out a webline to the nearest building.
“The legendary goat sucker!”