Distractions
Wade had to get some air. He felt like he was suffocating in the small apartment. His breathing was erratic. He couldn't think straight, he could barely focus for a second. He was overwhelmed, this was too much to process. His heart was racing and he could hear the beating pulse. On the bright side Wade discovered he actually had a heart. Time was going ever so slowly, seconds turned to minutes. Minutes turned to hours. Wade needed an escape. Something to ease the pain.
Wade was left alone with his thoughts, pacing on a rooftop at 1 AM in the morning. He couldn't believe this was happening. For once the Merc with the mouth had nothing to say. Even the boxes were silent, which scared him even more. Life or death, even if technically he can't die they've never been silent. Wade can't remember a time when the boxes weren't constantly screaming their opinion. It was driving him insane. Wade dropped to his knees bringing the pacing to an end. Sobbing violently. Screaming. He can't take this. Wade didn't care if he woke up the whole damn city. They could rot for all he cared. All he cared about was Peter. Peter is the only one he loves. And it can all be taken away within a split second. Wade can't do anything. Nothing.
The Merc felt like he was going to explode. All these Pent up emotions were spilling out. The truth was coming out. Something had finally managed to break down Wades sealed walls. He felt exposed. Vulnerable. When he had gotten the news his heart shattered. The pain was worse than anything he's ever felt before. It was worse than being burned alive or shot a million times. It was something Wade didn't think he could feel. It made every bone and every muscle in his body hurt. It made terrible memories flood back. He didn't want that for Peter. Peter doesn't deserve this. He's the nicest, most caring and passionate guy he's ever known. Why didn't something happen to a jackass like Deadpool? He deserves it more anyway. All he's done his whole life is kill douchebags for money, eat chimichangas and bang hot chicks. He sure as hell didn't deserve Peter. Peter on the other hand well, he couldn't live without Wade. Wade was his life, and reason to keep fighting.
Wade needed a distraction, badly. He needed to calm himself down or he'd go around killing scumbags left and right. Perhaps everyone in New York unless they had a cure for Pete. Desperate to ease his mind away from all this Wade did the only thing he knew how.
He jumped.