Chapter 14
Deadpool’s POV
On the ground I looked back up to the window for Spiderman. Then the building collapsed, a huge mass of smoke puffed out. I heard loud crashes and had to take cover. When I looked out the building was just a pile of rubble. “SPIDERMAN!” I ran over to the building, I couldn’t see him. I crawled up onto the burning heap of rubble. “SPIDERMAN!” Then I saw a small flash of red. I ran over and started tearing up pieces of metal. I picked him up and jumped off the burning rubble. I ran over to nearest area and laid him down. Everyone formed a circle around us, it was a mix of cops and paramedics. “Spidey?” No answer. (From now on the boxes come in {-} that for the yellow, [-] is for the white) “Spidey!” {Oh god, is he dead.} [He’s not dead you idiot, he’s still breathing] “I don’t know what to do.” {Don’t let the cops get to him} [We should take him back to the apartment.] I picked Spidey-kins up and pulled out a gun from my side. “MOVE!” Everyone ran out of my way as I ran through city.
{You know he has a nice ass} [Stop he’s bleeding out, help him then tap.] I laid him down in the bed and ripped off his suit, it was slightly charred in some places, ripped in others. I stitched up his side and wrapped up the several burns on the rest of his body. He was now just laying in my bed, in boxers with his mask on, unconscious. {Who is he?} “I don’t know.” {should we take off his mask, or would he get mad?} [He would get mad] “Too bad.” Deadpool reached over and gently took off the mask. His mouth dropped open. {He’s fucking gorgeous!} [Damn it] “What?” [He looks like jailbait] {SHITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT! FUCK! I WANT HIM} “Maybe he’s not jailbait.” [Doubt it] “Well nobody asked you anyway.” Wade looked down at the kid, he had a small cut on the side of his head, and his lip was split. He had soft brown hair and a cute little nose. His face was perfect and I just wanted to kiss it. [No he looks to young to be legal.]
I stared at him way to long, then left him to go get tacos.
{I can’t believe Spidey is a hottie}
[I know right who knew!]
{And that ass, mmmmmm I could eat that all day.}
“Stop!”
{Aww why?}
“Because if you don’t I’m going to fucking blow my brains out.”
I walked into the apartment, he was still passed out.
{Fine. No Spidey-kins.}
“Thank you.” I said sarcastically.
I walked over to the living room and turned the TV on. I flopped down on the couch and started to eat. Wade fell asleep eating tacos and watching Golden Girls.
When Wade woke up he was still watching Golden Girls. He got up and walked over to the kitchen, he was still wearing his suit from last night. It smelled like fire and smoke, nasty. I snuck over to my room, Spidey-kins was still passed out in his boxers.
{He looks so cute when he’s sleeping.}
I whispered, “Yeah...He’s pretty cute.”
He was laying on his back, head rolled to the side, mouth slightly open. He was snoring lightly, I watched him for a minute. It was hard to comprehend that the Spiderman was so young, and so fucking hot. I mean….damn. I silently made my way over to my dresser, I grabbed a pair of joggers and a old hoodie. I carefully made my way back through the minefield that was my bedroom floor. I slipped out and went to the living room. I reached up and pulled off my mask, I took off my smokey suit and pulled on the hoodie and joggers. I put my mask back on just in case he would wake up. Can’t let anyone see this ugly mug. I threw my suit to the side and walked back to the kitchen in search of food.
I pulled open the fridge, “Let’s see what we got.” I scanned the fridge in search of something that was edible and not green. “Ooo, Tacos!” I pulled out the Taco Bell bag from last night and pulled out three chimichangas. My favorite. I picked up one of the beautiful mexican wraps. I was about to bite into my gift from God when.
{NOOOOOOOO! NOT THE CHIMICHANGA!} Yellow screamed.
[He’s gone. We can’t save him now] White said sadly.
“DAMNIT I DROPPED MY FUCKING CHIMICHANGA!”
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I pried my eyes open, harsh white light made me snap them shut almost as fast as I opened them. I had woken up to a scream. I squinted, trying to open my eyes. My memories flooded over me. The fire! I got hit, a-and the building...am I dead. Oh my god! My breathing started to become labored. I opened my eyes, adrenaline started to pump through my veins. Where am I? My hand flew up to my face. “Shit! Shit! Shit!” I looked down, my suit was gone, I was in my boxers, I suddenly felt very self conscious. I shot up and shut my eyes. THINK! Where am I? Wait, Deadpool...he was there. Where is he? Why is my mask off? Is everyone safe? How long have I been here? I looked at my stomach, it was covered in bandages and stitches. I tried to get up, I swung my legs over the side of the bed that I was in. It hurt really bad, pain shot up my side and chest. I bit my lip trying to hold back a scream. I heard someone else in the other room talking about...chimichangas? I put my hand on the dresser nearest me, and pulled myself up. “Ahhh!” My hand flew up to my mouth. Shit. Shit. Shit.
Everything was silent, whoever was in the other room stopped talking. I felt kinda dizzy, and my head lolled back and forth. I steadied myself and put my foot out. The room was spinning, I didn’t know where my foot was actually going. I guessed and stepped forwards, I started lose my balance and desperately tried to move my other foot. I tripped and fell to the floor, pain shot up through my chest and side. I let out a screech of pain against my own will, clutching my side I laid on the ground. I curled up into myself trying to make the white hot pain go away. I shut my eyes tight, I rolled over.
I was standing looking at the mexican food on the floor, “DAMN IT!”
I was being very colorful and loud.
[Did you guys hear that?]
“Shit! Fuck!”
{You idiot!}
[Guys did you hear that!?]
“Hear what?”
We all listened, it was silent at first then I heard a loud WHOMP!
{Yay! Spidey’s awake!}
I ran into the bedroom, I slammed the door open and just...dove. I slid right under the kid before he could snack into the ground.
“Spidey! Spiderman!”
“Whaaa…”
I flipped the kid off of my chest and onto the ground, I popped a knife out from my pocket. He squirmed away trying to get away. “Shhhh! Stay still I’m not going to hurt you!” He stopped squirming, he was breathing heavily and his eyes kept fluttering. I sliced the knife down the now red bandages. I ripped away the red fabric. “Shit.” I muttered to myself. I jumped up and ran into the bathroom, I grabbed the first aid kit and ran back.
“W-who...are...y-you?” He asked completely out of it.
“Shhhhh, just breathe with me. C’mon breathe, in and out, in and out.”
He tried, but his breaths were still short. I had to keep pushing him down. He kept trying to curl up into himself. “Stop! You have to stay still.” I worked to stitch up the re-opened wounds. He was now screaming in pain every time I had to touch the spot. “I’m sorry” I kept saying. When I looked back up at his face tears were striping his cheeks.
“It...hu..hurts.” He said just barely audible.
“I know I’m so sorry.” I pulled him into my lap, and hugged him. “It’s okay.”
I don’t know why I pulled him into me, he just….I just...he looked like he was in so much pain. I felt his body slowly relax in my arms, then in went limp. I pulled the kid away from my chest and scooped him up into my arms. I brought him out to the living room and laid him on the couch. I went into the kitchen and washed the blood off of hands and arms. Then he started to make his famous pancakes.
He finished and walked over to a sleeping Peter, “Spidey.” He gently shook Peter’s arm. His eyes slowly opened.
“Hey.” He said sheepishly.
“You want pancakes?” Deadpool asked. He stuck out an arm and helped Peter up. He had him sling an arm around the his shoulder and helped him walk over to a kitchen chair. Peter sat down cautiously and gingerly. Deadpool put a huge stack of pancakes in front of Peter. “There ya go.”
He eyed the food carefully before digging in. His hand ran through his hair and kept his head low. “Um...can...can I ask you something?”
I looked up from my own stack of cakes at him, I shrugged, “Sure.”
He kept glancing up at me then back at his plate. He kept clenching and unclenching his fists, he was working up to say something.
“Where are my clothes?” He said this kinda smiling at the end.
I just laughed, “Oh, yeah. Sorry I’ll be right back Baby Boy.”
I got up and slipped back into my room, I returned with the smallest pair of joggers I had and the smallest hoodie I could find.
“Here. They might be a bit big but I don’t have anything smaller to fit your skinny ass.”
His cheeks turned red at the remark but he took the clothes and slipped them on muttering a thank you as he did.
“Also where am I? And how did I get here?” He asked.
I stood up and took my plate into the kitchen, “Your at my apartment, after the building collapsed I ran over but it took me a little bit to find you. Then, when I did find you I took you back here and stitched you up.” I turned the water on rinsing the plate. “When the building collapsed it lodged a piece of metal into your side and I had to take it out. You’ve been out for at least a day.”
I heard a small gasp then the kid started coughing. I turned around and he was looking up at me with those big brown doe eyes.
“A day! Shit!” He put his head in his hands and hunched over resting his elbows on his knees.
“Yeah, what’s so bad about that?” I asked.
“They’re all gonna kill me. I’m literally dead. Absolutely, completely screwed.” He ran his hand through his hair and sat up, wincing at the pain. “I gotta get back,” he tried to stand up but failed as he sat back down in pain.
“Hey. Hey, take it easy. I don’t want you to break those stitches again. Why do you need to get back so soon?”
“If I don’t my Dads are going to kill me, like literally going to cut my dick off.”
I cocked my head to the side, “Okay, yeah let’s get you home. Where do you live?”
He looked up at me, chewing on his lower lip, “I...I live…You know what I can just show you.”
“Okay that works too..” I was skeptical but agreed with him, I didn’t want to push.
I gathered his suit and him and helped him into my car. I shut his door and ran around to the drivers side. Getting in and starting the car, we drove down the drove and into the city.