A moment respite
Spiderman let himself into deadpool’s house like he owned the place.
{{who the hell does he think he is?}}
Not counting yesterday, today whatever. Spiderman had been in the apartment a grand total of three times. It hadn’t been such a mess then.
He surveyed the room quietly. Then decided the table was the safest spot. He didn’t say anything, still Deadpool couldn’t help but feel my judged.
“Do you have a first aid kit?” Spiderman asked as he set his gloves down on the table beside him.
“I should have guessed you’d ask that.” Deadpool disappeared into the bathroom and retrieved the red bag from the same spot as last time. quicker with practice.
He at least had his wits about him this time around.
“Thanks. Can you sit there?” Spiderman gestured in front of himself. Deadpool did as he was asked. When his hero made a twirling motion with his finger Deadpool gave him a blank stare. “Turn around, I can’t get the bullet like that.”
“I don’t need you to take it out.”
“Phrasing. And too bad You’ll heal better with it out.” When Deadpool didn’t move Spiderman sighed and stood. Walked around Deadpool so that he had access to the wound.
“Seriously. It’ll pop out on its own.” That wasn’t enough to detour the hero. Deadpool reached up and tried to lodge the bullet out himself. It was a struggle, he flailed his arm, and failed to get a hold on the bullet. He couldn’t stand the idea of anyone digging around in there. Of Spiderman seeing him in all his disgusting, rotted flesh glory. “I’ll get it don’t worry.”
Spiderman gently grabbed the hand by his wrist, and placed it back at deadpool’s side.
“Just, let me.” He said, almost whispered it to the room.
Deadpool opened his mouth to argue one last time but was interrupted.
“You took a bullet for me. Twice.” Spiderman actually did whisper that time. “At Least let me help get this one.”
There was a struggle in the apartment. Unseen and unheard. An invisible war he wasn’t sure either side had won. It was in the ridgid set of Spider-Man’s shoulders, in the way deadpool’s eyes darted around without settling on any one thing.
“Okay.” It was a white flag at dawn. Deadpool sat down with his back to Spiderman.
“Okay.”
Spiderman took a steading breath. Dug in with the very same tweezers he had used on his leg not twenty four hours prior.
They plunged into him and fished around for the bullet. He felt them snag on something pointedly not the bullet, and Spiderman hissed in a breath as if struck. It was intrusive, almost scratchy. Like someone had taken steel wool to his insides. Deadpool didn’t make a sound. Other then a shift of his muscles to give spidey a better vantage point, he had no reaction.
“Sorry, it’s just-“ Spiderman adjusted so he leaned closer. Deadpool swore he could feel Spider-Man’s breath at the nape of his neck. He made himself swallow his comment. “Weird angle.”
“Tell me about it. I can’t get a read on any of this” Spiderman made no comment either. Too absorbed in his own work. A second later Deadpool felt the violating tug of the bullet being pulled from him. At least it was familiar.
It clattered noisily on the dirty plate to his right. It was all too loud in the other-wise silent apartment. the skin around his shoulder blade begin the uncomfortable process of knitting itself back together.
For once it was Spiderman who broke that silence.
“That… was a disaster.” He sighed. A pitiful sound from the hero. Heard the unmistakeable sound of his couch dipping under Spider-Man’s weight. Deadpool shrugged.
“Could have been worse.” He turned towards Spidey. Noted how his shoulders dropped under the weight.
[[that sure seems heavy, huh atlas?]]
“How could it possibly be worse?!” Spiderman threw his hands up in frustration. Then used them to hold his head in place. Ease the growing migraine. “My speech was so bad it incited a riot.”
Deadpool opened up his mouth to argue but Spiderman cut him off
“There was property damage, People were hurt! You got shot! What could be worse then all that?!” Somewhere within his self pity party Spiderman had stood up to pace the apartment. Harder to do through the mess. Spiderman just knocked it aside with his feet, unaware of the damage.
“You could have been shot.” Deadpool said. Spiderman paused only long enough to go through several emotions. Each in rapid fire. Deadpool couldn’t place which ones crossed his face on account of the mask.
{{is this a self pity party? Or just a list of events?}}
[[definitely a pity party. We do this, and Real recognizes real.]]
“I wouldn’t classify that as better or worse.” Spiderman began to pace again. Deadpool leaned back on his palms to watch him. Watched him mutter something under his breath. And try to calm himself to no avail. It was hard to watch.
{{but we’re a sick fuck who can’t look away.}}
Something something, car crash.
“Imagine what would of happened if you weren’t there spidey.” Deadpool sighed. He wasn’t used to being the voice of reason. He would have to do less of it in the future.
Spiderman laughed cruelly. A high pitched mocking sound directed at himself.
“Yea I am. Would have gone a lot smoother if I l wasn’t there. This stuff doesn’t happen when Captain America gives the speech!” Spiderman was lost in his downward spiral. Couldn’t stop long enough to look at Deadpool or even listen to himself.
“Or.” Deadpool started. Drew out the silence until Spiderman looked at him. Really looked at him with those big bug eyes he could see himself in. “And hear me out this is a big or.”
He stood.
“Captain America would be dead.” He said.
Spiderman opened his mouth but it was Deadpool’s turn to cut him off. He finally understood. Yesterday, the real yesterday they hadn’t gone to the rally. Spiderman had been injured because of deadpool’s Fuck up. With the hero out of commission Steve might not have fared so well.
That’s why he was back.
It was so clear.
“That shit was planned spidey, didn’t you see the signs? The rioters brought weapons.” That seemed to get through to him.
“And super serum or not if you hadn’t been there he was going to take that point blank. And he wasn’t going to get back up.” Deadpool ground out. There was a fire in his veins he couldn’t understand. It kept his mouth from working right. Kept his hands clenched in two fists.
Spiderman looked ready to argue the matter further. But the argument died before it passed his lips. What came out was a sad breath of air, that slowly morphed into a laugh.
Like Deadpool had told a joke and it wasn’t funny. But Spiderman had to laugh just to be polite.
“I never thought I’d say this deadpool, but for once, maybe your right.” Spiderman said. He didn’t seem to mean it. But at least he would mull over that possibility.