Chapter 17
His eyes fluttered open, but I don’t think he was fully awake yet. He reached as hand up to his face and pulled it down. He looked up at me and smirked, “Hey Wilson.”
“Hey Parker.”
“What happened?” He asked
“Well..I heard you scream and I came up to the roof to see who it was and I found you. And You kinda...you didn’t look so good and you fell asleep in my arms and I just brought you back here.”
He was looking up at me with those big brown doe eyes of his and I just about melted.
“Oh, uh thanks.” He said as blood rushed to his face. What a lovely shade a crimson.
“You know we really have to stop meeting like this.” I said trying to make him less embarrassed.
“What you don’t like falling asleep in strangers arms and waking up at their apartment in the morning?”
We laughed and Spidey sat up next to me. I got up and turned on a light and turned off the TV. When I came back Peter sat sitting on the other side of the couch.
“Do you wanna talk about it?”
“Do you wanna listen?”
{We’ll always listen to you. We think that we love you.}
[ SHhh. He can’t know that yet.]
[He probably likes girls anyway.]
{ Whatever a box can dream.}
“I’ll listen.” He looked down at his hands then back up at me.
“So after you dropped me off I didn’t go home right away. I stayed out till it was late because I didn’t want to go back and face them. You wouldn’t blame me if you knew who they were.”
“Who are your parents?” I asked curiously.
“Well my actual parents died a long time ago, so I lived with my Aunt and Uncle. But my Uncle got shot a few years back and a few months ago my aunt got shot and beat to death. Both of their deaths were my fault too.” He looked down again. “Anyway, I was out on patrol one night when I got hit pretty bad and was found bleeding out in an alley when Captain America found me and took me back to the Tower.” I could see Deadpool’s eyebrows lise even from beneath the mask. “They fixed me up and all was good but then my last living family died, my Aunt, and I...I wasn’t really in a good place.” I stopped the memory still hurt of May. “I had thought that May ws only shot, but when I found out that she was practically tortured and beaten to death I really hit rock bottom.”
I looked up to see if Wade was still listening, he was. In fact he was on the edge of the couch turned towards me, resting his head on his hands. He nodded at me to keep going. It was weird, my spidey-sense wasn’t ringing in the back of my head like it should, you know being around a mercenary and all. I felt surprisingly comfortable with Wade, I liked to be around him.
“I got really low and ran out and went to one of my safe houses. I...I.” I couldn’t get the words out, it was like they were stuck in the back of my throat. So I just pulled up both sleeves of the suit and showed him the 20 scars along my arms. He was shell-shocked and immediately moved over to me. He looked at me and had a look of ‘can I see them’ written on his face, which I didn’t even know was possible to understand from his mask. I nodded and he took one of my arms in his hand. He moved my arm closer to him, he ran a gloved hand over the ten scars on my right arm. He traced everyone of them, then looked up.
“I have scars too.”
He was quiet and gentle, two qualities that I would have never even thought about to use to describe Deadpool.
“Well Tony and Capfound me and saved me. I went back to the tower and stayed there for awhile. I took awhile but I got better, not perfect but not as depressed. And then they came-out with their relationship and adopted me.”
“What in the ass!” Tony Fucking Stark and Mr. Stars and Stripes are your DADS!”
“Yeah. I know it took me awhile to get used to it too.” I laughed.
“Damn so that’s why you didn’t go back right away. I wouldn’t either.”
“Exactly! But long-story-short, I did go back then Dad and I got in a huge fight, and he was drunk and I was mad and Pops tried to help but didn’t help. And then we kept fighting and I punched Dad in the face and ran out.” I ran a hand through my hair nervously. “And um...you know what happened next.”
“Yeah.” he sat quietly.
“Hey.” he said cheerfully. “Wanna go get ice cream?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “Okay.” I really didn’t have anything better to do and I really didn’t want to talk anymore.
I got my mask and pulled it on, Wade put his suit back on, and we headed out.
“Hey Deadpool?”
“Yeah, Spidey-kins?”
“Where are we going to get ice cream at 2 o’clock in the morning?”
“Don’t worry Baby Boy. I know a place.”