Can someone really change at all
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(White)
Wade woke up lazily, pulling off his hoodie and wrapping a nightgown around himself. He put some soft slippers on, the kind that is so soft it didn’t irritate his scars. He reached into his hoodie pocket for the weapon and pulled out…
What the fuck.
[Wade. Where is the weapon.]
“I don’t know! It was in my pocket when I went to sleep.”
(I told you to put it in the safe before you nodded off.)
Wade dropped to his knees and checked the safe hidden under the floorboards beneath his couch. The serum was still there.
He wandered over to the window to find a dirty footprint on the windowsill. Now we know where they came from.
[Now that’s just lazy writing, a dirty footprint?]
“Shut up, the author is a really sweet guy if you get to know him.”
[handsome and humble, sure. But a lazy writer.]
Wade sighed, he wasn’t planning on carrying out the plan today but with someone (more specifically a little red spidery someone) onto him it was best if he did.
Wade watched Spidey swing over to their regular meeting place from another building, he saw as the red spider paced around angrily with something in his hand. Most likely the weapon he stole.
(He’s probably going to try and scold us.)
[He should know by now that yelling at us does nothing but turn us on.]
“I told him in Spider-man/Deadpool #1 but he doesn’t seem to care.”
(What are you going to use as an excuse Wade?)
[I’m sure he won’t appreciate the truth, and you know you can’t handle him leaving you forever.]
Wade sighed, rubbing his face beneath the mask. “Preparing conversations beforehand is bad for my ADHD riddled brain, going in and winging it is more fun,” he groaned as he stood up.
He made his way to Spider-man, who was still pacing angrily. Wade exhaled briefly, preparing for the loud shouting about to unfold.
“Webs! You seem uneasy, need me to help you relax?”
Spidey whipped around at the sound of Wade’s voice and he instantly felt a shiver down his spine. He was mad.
“Wade,” he spat. His voice was full of thick venom, “what is this.” Spidey revealed the weapon that Wade had bought. He tried to reach for it but Spidey snatched his hand back.
He didn’t care to remember what that random kid Carl had called it, something like ‘parasite paralysis pistol’ or ‘insect immobilising instrument’. It was really stupid and nerdy either way.
“Baby boy, that looks like a laser gun or something.” Wade smiled dumbly and he saw Spidey tensing up.
“ I did some testing on it,” he sarcastically laughed, clearly unamused with Wade’s theatrics. “Care to explain to me what you were doing with a gun with temporary mutant power canceling bullets?”
Wade swayed on his feet, he was expecting a more exciting performance from the red spider. This serious scolding was really bumming him out.
“Well you know my tendencies, Websy. I would really like to get properly drunk sometimes.”
(You can’t keep lying to him, Wade. He’ll figure it out eventually.)
Wade turned his head to the side, “white shut up. He doesn’t have to know.” He sputtered.
“Wade.”
[You bought these gidgets to use on him. Wade, and all he did was trust you.]
“Shut up.”
“Wade.”
(He trusted you, Wade and you still went along with it.)
“Wade!”
Wade looked over at Spidey, he looked mildly concerned. As anyone would be if they saw someone staring off into space and talking to himself.
“Listen Wade. Why did you order these?” Spider-man’s voice was softer, though still stern. His hand hovering over him reassuringly but not touching him.
“For you.”
Spidey took a step back. He clearly wasn’t expecting that. He straightened up and cleared his throat before continuing, “Was it a job?” His voice cracked slightly and Wade winced at the noise.
(Look at his heart breaking for you.)
[Because of you.]
“No. Not exactly.”
Truthfully Wade wasn’t sure why he was telling him all this. He knew how to keep a secret and was trained to not give out information with even the harshest torture, though somehow Spidey got every single detail flowing out without a single finger laid on him.
“What does that even mean?” His voice was now filling ever so steadily with anger. It was fueling his words everytime one left his gorgeous, soft lips.
“I was planning on taking up jobs again. Crooks in New York pay well, to do that I’d have to take you out.”
Spider-man stiffened, his position moving to one ready to spring into action quickly.
“I thought you were changing to be better. You told me you wanted to be like me.” His voice was dripping with hostility and hurt.
“Baby boy, guys like me don’t change. We can’t.”
He lifted his arm and pointed the specialised gun at him, and Spidey jumped back in surprise.
“Wade, you don’t have to do this,” he stepped back with his hands up. “Please, you can change. I believe in you.”
“I don’t”
Wade pulled the trigger, and the bullet shot straight into Spider-man’s chest.