Evolution

Thanks to his healing factor Wade was as good as new a few hours later. The merc was used to it and for him it was perfectly normal to go on another mission just a few days later. Peter however seemed to think otherwise.

“No.” He claimed frustrated, arms folded in front of his chest.

“Peter, I'm fine. I'm not made out of porcelain.” The merc tried to explain. Normally when Peter would have asked him to stay at home, he would do it for him, but obviously the only reason Peter wanted Wade to stay was that he thought the merc was still somewhat chipped, which he totally wasn't.

“You hurt!” Peter told him with a pleading voice.

“No, I don't. I'm completely healed up again, see? Nothing hurts anymore.” Wade tried to convince Peter by pinching himself in various places, but that only earned him a frustrated growl, which was odd, because Peter hadn't used these animalistic sounds in a while.

“But you.. get hurt!” The boy corrected himself.

Wade blinked baffled. “You worry about me.” He noticed quietly as he felt a warmth growing in his chest. The boy looked down, seeming so sad and forlorn that Wade reached out his hand to cup Peter's face instantly. He made the teen look at him again and started to stroke through his messy brown hair. “Yes, Peter, I will get hurt, but that's okay. See, I can heal – but others can't and if I want to be a superhero like Cap I have to use my abilities to help these people, don't you agree?” Of course he did and even if he didn't want to admit Peter nodded slightly, biting his lip, because he knew that he had lost the argument. “That's why I have to go on these jobs, even if it means that I will get hurt sometimes and now stop looking so gloomy, you look a lot more beautiful with a smile on your face.” He grinned and ruffled through Peter's hair, making the boy laugh and swat away Wade's hand in a playful manner. “Way better!”

Wade turned to the window, putting on his mask and going checking up his weapons one more time, but Peter interrupted him once again, tugging at his arm and looking up to him with a gleaming smile. “I come with you!” He exclaimed happily as if it was the best idea he ever had.

“What? No, no, no, no, no, Peter! No way!” Wade blurted out in surprise, making a frown appear on the teen's face.

“But I can help!” He interjected.

“Pete, remember when I told you that some people -like me- can heal and others -like you- cannot? That was like.. five minutes ago?”

“But I'm fast! And.. reflexes! And I climb!”

“Yes, you are an amazing human sticky-note, I know – but can you wield a weapon? Can you actually fight? Peter, I've trained my whole life, while you have been nothing but a spider for the biggest time of yours!”

Peter shot him an angry gaze and turned his back on the merc obviously offended.

“Look, Peter I just don't want you to get hurt, okay?” Wade said in a softer tone, put when he tried to pat the boys shoulder he shrugged his hand away from him. The merc sighed. He would prefer to talk that out first, but he had a mission to attend to and was already late so there was no time for that plus Peter was being unreasonable and probably wouldn't listen anyway. “I'll be back in a few hours – be a good boy, alright Pete?” But the teen didn't react, giving him the could shoulder. Wade frowned, but left nonetheless.

It was of course foreseeable that Wade would not be able to concentrate on the mission after such a 'fight' with Peter. Sure they had some struggles throughout their relationship, but they had never had such a dispute before and Peter had never been so cold to Wade either. It was probably because Peter just wanted to do good, heck he just wanted to help Wade, but he would just end up getting hurt and that was something Wade wanted to avoid. He had lost a fair share of people during his life and he would not let Peter become one of them. Even though he knew that that was something inevitable, but that didn't mean that he wouldn't make sure that Peter could live a long and happy life by his side.

Lost in thoughts as he was Wade didn't notice he triggered a silent alarm while breaking into the facility he was supposed to rob. He made his way to a storage room without too much of a hassle as there were only a few night guards that were easy to knock out and rummaged through various documents until he found the ones S.H.I.E.L.D was interested in. He quickly scanned them, before putting them back and left as fast as possible. When he made his way out of the main building however he was promptly greeted with various machine guns firing at him.

Surprised by the sudden increase in well equipped guards he barely managed to dodge the bullets, diving behind a conveniently placed container. He unsheathed his katanas and moved to fight back. Wade whirled them around precisely enough to divert the bullets coming his way, but one of the guards used another weapon – a kusarigama, basically a sickle attached to a long iron chain. The chain whipped around him before he could react and wrapped around his upper body, binding both of his arms to his body. Without being able to protect himself countless bullets ripped through his flesh, but it soon stopped and before he could manage to free himself one of the attackers tackled him down and rammed the sharp blade of the kusarigama into his chest, through one of the links of the chain so Wade would stay immobilized. Wade struggled with the attacker that was basically lying on him and managed to kick him so hard that he actually fainted. Wade rolled over, trying to take cover again, which he was able to, because the other guards wouldn't fire to prevent to shoot the knocked out man lying on the floor. Wade cursed under his breath and struggled a moment to activate his com link by banging his head against the container he was once again hiding behind.

“Deadpool, what is wrong?” It was Steve.

“Ouch – shit – Steve, listen. Things went dow-ow-n the drain here and I could really use some ah back-ouch.”

And as soon as he had managed to say that he already heard the guards that were surrounding him start shouting and shooting.

“Wow, Cap – you guys are fast, I'm impressed!” The merc exclaimed in honest astonishment.

“Wade, whatever is happening over there, it is not because of us. No S.H.I.E.L.D member is around.”

The merc cursed under his breath and took a peek at the new arrival.

“Shit.!”

“Wade what happened? Who's there?”

“Erm..” Wade stammered as he watched a person with a Deadpool costume that was way too big and baggy fight the guards single-handedly and with ease. “Uh.. it's a friend of mine actually.. erm.. he uh.. he already took care of my problem – no need to worry.” And with that said Wade banged his head against the container one more time to cancel the call.

Just a few moments later Peter was by his side, while the enemies were either unconscious or webbed to the ground (or to each other) or both. He took of the Deadpool-mask and looked at Wade worrying, kneeling down next to the bleeding merc unsure whether to pull out the blade in his chest or not. The teen looked up at him through his lashes, confused, worried and in fear but Wade just pouted and turned his head away. “I'm not going to let you help me this time, because you broke my rule and followed me!” He said huffily, before looking at Peter out of the corners of his eyes awaiting the boys reaction to his “punishment” just to see big, round tears welling up in those beautiful, hazel eyes while the boy's face twisted in pain. “H-hey, baby boy..” Wade whispered softly already regretting the harsh words, but now Peter just sobbed and started crying heartrending, his whole body trembling. Wade instantly moved to put his arms around him to try to soothe him, but they were still tied up and so he could only watch Peter lean his forehead against Wade's shoulder and continuing to cry. The merc tried his best, gently rocking back and forth, whispering calmly into Peter's ear, gently kissing the top of his head and nuzzling his hair, but it took a long while for Peter to calm down. “You hurt.” He simply said, then he pulled out the blade of the kusarigama so Wade could finally pull him into a tight hug, stroking his back reassuringly saying “I'm sorry.” over and over again.