Spider-Man/Deadpool - "You Don't Need To Protect Me"
“You don’t need to protect me.”
“I know that!” Peter told him. “I know you can just heal up anything, or whatever, but Wade, don’t you think I want to protect you? That maybe I don’t,” he ran a hand through his hair. “Maybe I don’t want to watch my boyfriend die every couple of weeks, maybe I don’t-”
“You. Got. Hurt.” There was no playfulness in Wade’s voice, his sole focus on the cut marking the side of Peter’s face.
Peter raised a self-conscious hand to it. “It’ll heal,” he reminded Wade.
“Heal?!” Wade was near hysteria. “Don’t talk about healing!” He was reaching into his clothes, looking for something, anything, he could use to remind Peter that he could actually heal, that wounds meant nothing, death meant nothing, unless they were applied to Peter, his perfect Peter, with a cut on his face because of him, because of Wade.
Peter had closed the gap between them, holding his arms steady. “Wade,” he said firmly.
Wade gave him a pleading look. “I can’t lose you.”
Peter shook his head. “I feel the same.”
“You can’t lose me.”
“How do I know that?” The words exploded out of him with force. “How do I know that your death won’t be your last one? How do I know if the magic or science or whatever it is doesn’t wear off? How do I know the corpse I’m holding in my arms won’t stay a corpse??”
Wade slipped his arms out of Peter’s hold and around Peter himself. “I love you,” he told him. Because he couldn’t tell him not to be stupid, couldn’t assure him that would never happen. All he could think about was the gash across Peter’s face, and how he never wanted to see that happen again.
Especially not because of him.