Spider-Man/Deadpool - "If You Die, I’m Gonna Kill You.”
“If you die, I’m gonna kill you.”
Peter gave him a soft smile from where his head was resting in Wade’s lap, his mouth lined with blood. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he said, suddenly overtaken with a coughing fit.
Wade’s grip on him tightened. “I mean it Peter,” too scared to use nicknames, “and it’ll be way more painful than this is.”
“You have your work cut out for you,” Peter cracked back, arching his back through a wave of pain. “This is pretty painful.”
A desperate half sob escaped Wade’s lips. “I promise my revenge will be worse.”
“Yeah?” Peter replied, a challenge in his voice, weak and broken, but still there.
Wade nodded in enthusiasm. He could do this. “First I’ll make you wear my maid outfit,” he told him.
“This doesn’t seem very painful,” Peter murmured, eyelids fluttering.
Wade dug his nails into Peter’s shoulder till he focussed again. “I’m not up to that bit yet.” He paused. “And then I’d make you write an essay on why Kirk is better than Picard.”
Peter mock gasped. “Blasphemy.”
Wade nodded again. “And then you’d have to clean my old apartment.”
Peter let his face scrunch up. “I’m seeing the punishment now.”
“But first we’d have to have sex in the dirty apartment,” Wade added.
Peter didn’t respond.
“Peter?!” Wade pulled at Peter’s hair violently.
Peter’s eyes focussed again. “Wade,” he said through half-lidded eyes. “Is Coulson here yet?”
Wade shook his head. “A few more minutes Petey.”
“I’ll just sleep till then,” Peter murmured.
“No, Peter!” Wade said desperately, shaking the man.
There was no response.