Aw, Sugar, You Make My Teeth Rot

Peter hums, moving some desks around like he did the first time he tried this experiment. Wade looks ready to jump and run, and Peter can tell why.

"Not gonna hurt you," He states, "Just doin' the thing from before. The first time you were in there."

He busied himself with turning on the machinery and watches Wade relax ever so slighlty. He frown. Tensing like that all the time must be awful stressful. Weren't they supposed to be doing something? Oh, right, they still had a job.

Peter finds a chair, pulling it up in front of Wade before thinking better of it and pulling Wade off the chair he was on. He pushes Wade to sit on the chairs he's just pulled up, and plops himself down on the restrained chair. He doesn't particularly want to go flying again, so he sets up the restraints on himself and watches Wade relax a little more. Maybe he should tie his hands up whenever he's around Wade. That might help him not be tense.

Once their both someway comfortable, Peter wastes no time snapping his mental Web out like last time. The mental Web snaps back, and although Peter's ready for it, it doesn't stop him from jolting or his head to slam back into the chair. He makes a pained sound.

[Click! On!]

[[He can hear us again]]

[Can we read his mind, to?]

"Don't you dare," Peter snaps.

[[We can't, anyway, sheesh.]]

[But we know what you're feeling now!]

[[I assume we get a little more connected which each of these connections.]]

"That's a good observation," Peter notes, before the back of his head shoots pain. "Wade? Deadpool? Can you untie me from this please?"

Wade hesitates.

[Don't! Run!]

[[He can hear us.]]

[So? He's tied up!]

[[Doesn't matter-]]

[Although, that does make me think about...] Peter tunes out the rather obscene and inappropriate information he's given next, twisting using wrist in the restraints. He's sure he could get out, but they were made to restrain him, so he likely have to brake a thumb.

"Shut up," Wade grumbles and Peter knows it's to the strange voices and not to him. Peter struggles a bit more, a familiar flair of his own panic shooting up as his vision flashes.

"let me go, let me go!" His screams tearing through his throat as he struggles.

Voice jolting and twitching and burning as it runs through him. More volts, more volts. How long can his body last?

"What is that?" Voice fearful and strange as the needle comes closer. "What is that?" Desperation as it comes closer, pulling at restraints that refuse to give.

Peter's breath shortens just enough to be noticeable as he goes shock still, pupils dilating in and out.

[He's have a flashback! I think]

[[Didn't he do this one other time before? Something about dates?]]

[Are you untying him?]

[[But we could escape!]]

"I'm not leaving him like this," Wade grumbles.

[[Why! He's literally an unstable scientist spider-type mercenary who has admitted to wanting to experiment on you!]]

"Yeah, but he's been nice to-"

Wade finally undoes the bonds just as Peter blinks his eyes, apparently whatever flashback he'd had or hadn't had is gone.

"Oh, you undid them? When did that happen?" Peter frowns, "Well, thanks." He grins wide, popping up, standing on two legs. Face inches from Wade's before he uses his spider legs to carry him away. He grabs his mask and cloak, but doesn't put them on. "We can leave now, my moods over!"

Wade walks out the door, grabbing his mask on the way.

~

Things have relaxed now. It's been an hour since the lab, and Wade is sitting in the kitchen. Peter is off doing who knows what upstairs.

As if his thoughts are on cue, the ceiling breaks. He jumps, hands flying instinctual to his weapons and turns. Peter is hanging out of a large hOle in the cieling, apparently by just one foot. He waves, smiling cheerily before he uses his spider legs to swing back up. There's some sounds and then a bed falls through the hole, followed by other furniture. Wade stares.

Peter pushes more furniture through the whole. He'd put off making his web for to long, and vomiting this morning had been an experience he didn't want to repeat every morning until Deadpool leaves. He hums, breaking the floor some more. He'd been lucky no major wiring was in the floor, but the thought was second as he pulled out chunks of wood. The process was rather slow, as he didn't have something like a sledgehammer or chainsaw to break the floor with. Just his hands.

Wade's been staring at him with this unreadable emotion for a while now. Peter misses being able to see his eyes. He should use his first favor on that. No masks in the house.

[Why is he breaking the cieling?]

"I need to remove the floor of my room to build a web," Peter responds casually.

[[You can still hear us? But last time it was only for like, five minutes!]]

"I assume the time I can hear you will continue you to grow with every connection," Peter responds, accidentally stabbing his hand with the edge of some rather jagged pieces of torn wood. He ignores it in favor of ripping out another chunk of woof flooring.

[That looks like it hurt.]

"It did," Peter responds.

[[Don't you have something other than your hands?]]

"I think their all in the lab, though," Peter responds, "And I've already started."

Wade gets up, hurrying to go up the stairs. 

[[What the fuck, Wade?]]

Wade appears at the doorway, and sets to work helping Peter. Peter frowns at him. "You don't have to help."

[Yeah, you really don't.]

[[Aren't we scared of him?]]

Peter winces, but Wade clicks his tongue. "But that delicious ass," he says by way of argumemt.

[Who cares? I mean, I'd love to do things to it, to, but aren't we scared of him?]

[[It's not like he wants us to be friends!]]

"Hey!" Peter yells, a little a fronted and somewhat defensive, "Being friends would be awesome."

Some spiders chitter at him about his earlier opinions on the topic. Peter chitter back something like shut up. Wade's staring at him again.

[This is not you treat friends.]

[[Well, he is insane.]]

"You wanna be friends?" Wade questions. Peter blinks.

"Is that a question for whether I want us to be friends, or an invitation to be friends?"

"Last one." Wade responds, and Peter blinks a few times to make sure he's heard the man right.

"But, aren't you like, scared of me or something? Because we can't be friends if you're scared of me - it doesn't work like that-"

"A little."

"Friends would be great."

There's a little click in Peter's mind and he refuses to forget this. There's nothing but silence and Wade's Neverending rambles for the rest of the time they use to tear out the floor and ceiling.

~

It's a few hours after the successful destruction of the floor when Peter finally crawls out of the Web he's made. Whenever Wade looks over in his direction, there's just an ever growing mass of white stretching from the first floor to the second floor cieling.

Peter walk out with his hands in front of him, and Wade raises an eyebrow - a gesture that can be seen under the mask.

"Cuff me," Peter states.

[[What?]]

[Cuff him? Oh, is this a bondage play because the things we could do-]

[[Stopping you there.]]

"Why?" Wade asks, curious. Peter looks at him strangely, as if trying to find a way to word an answer.

"Because," Peter says slowly. Not unlike he is talking to a child, but the way Peter is looking up, Wade's pretty sure the tone of voice is being directed at himself, not Wade. "Because we're gonna go on a sorta job to kill the man who kidnapped you, and you need to to trust me. When I was restrained in the lab, you were more relaxed. So, if you cuff me, you'll be more relaxed and trustful?" Peter's voice takes on a questioning lilt towards the end.

[Will we get to play with you to, because we could work on and daddy kink and-]

"Ew, that's gross." Wade comments.

[True, but we could totally do a bondage play-]

Peter frowns, taking a small step back. "I'd appreciate if you took my consent on that matter. Or any."

[[Didn't you like, purposefully flaunt your body at us all day?]]

[Yeah! You kept arching your back and winking at us!]

Peter regrets everything. He doesn't like this. Sex was only on his terms. He could flaunt and tease and anyone could reciprocate but he did not like people discussing sex with him, without actually talking to him.

Wade seems to tense the more uncomfortable Peter appears, which makes Peter frown. This was all so confusing. What exactly did Wade feel towards him? Peter bites his lip, keeping his hands up to Wade.

"If you touch me," he whispers icily, "In a way I don't approve of, I will find a way to make you stay dead."

"Okay, spin-doll, whatever you say," Wade responds agreeingly. "Rape is bad, anyway."

[Yeah, rape is awful!]

[[Awful. No rape. Kill rapists.]]

Peter relaxes slightly, forgetting the earlier conflict. He holds up his hands expectantly. "Cuff me."

[[This is not how trust works.]]

[Yeah, we can't just trust you because you're tied up!]

Peter frowns. "But, it relaxes you," he states, "isn't that trust?"

[[Just because you're relaxed doesn't mean it's trust!]]

[We just felt less threatened.]

Peter frowns. He doesn't understand. For him, trust means spider sense doesn't go off. He's permenantly relaxed. There's always a constant buzz at the base of his skull if he's near dangerous people. If people aren't dangerous, he doesn't notice.

Then again, everyone he sees makes his skull buzz. Even now, in his home, whenever someone walk to close to the safehouse, his skull makes a very faith buzz. Wade doesn't make his skull buzz on a cosntant basis, like most do. It unnerves and uneases him, but he doesn't question it.

"Oh," Peter says glumly, entire excited posture wilting. His hands falling to his side. Why was this side confusing? He should've just left Wade. Then he could have killed the man, and not gotten into this whole mess of feelings. Why does he even care what Wade thinks? He's worked with tons of mercs before and not cared! Why was this different?

[We'd be way more trusting if we had control over-]

Peter'so entire body goes shock still. Nobody controls him. No one. He will never be controlled again. He won't be controlled. Not now, not ever again.

"I will not controlled," he hisses, "Never again."

[Not that! Just control over-]

"Not ever!" Peter yells, and his mind clans with alarm bells as his vision spots.

[I know! But control over-]

Peter'so pupils dilate as his mind slips away, his vision replaced.

The mission walks down the street, hood down. Their afraid and paranoid, Peter narrows his eyes.

"Quick and clean. No evidence. No body." The repeating voice mumbles in his mind.

Peter screams. Volts travelling from his skull to his toes. Man repeating gibberish of Russian words. 

"Kill him,"

Kill, kill, kill, mission, kill, mission, controlled, soldier-

Peter screams, digging his finger nails into his palms. Blood already begining to flow. A small but of venom dripping in from the one finger, which all sends bruise like pains down his arm. Wade takes a step back, obviously startled. Peter hits the wall next to him with the side of his fist, and hits it again to ground himself.

[No control over you!]

[[Yeah! None!]]

[Just over the situation, not you!]

Peter continues hitting the wall, letting the bones snap and break. His hand becomes a mangled mess, and he's glad it isn't the one with the metal insert. His ears ring and he squeezes his eyes shut against the barrage of flashbacks.

"I will not be controlled!" He shouts, "Never again!"

[We don't wanna control you!]

[[Just the situation!]]

Peter growls.

"Hey baby boy, calm down a little, please?" Wade speaks up.

Peter's body goes shock still, eyes fixed upon the merc. The merc's body is tense and rigid, but there's a bit of concern shown in his posture. His hands are raised in surrender. Peter bites his lip. Gnaws at it really, small chunks of his bottom lip actually coming off and falling to the floor. Blood beginning to gush freely, mixing with venon and slowly stain his chin.

"Control... the situation?" Peter murmers, his braim wants to forget - he fights it.

[Yeah!]

"How?" Peter inspects his hand, bones stick out of it at odd angles, blood covers it. His fingers are crooked and bent in all the wrong ways in several places, and the side of his mangled hand is bruised. He goes about snapping all the bones back together, small giggles escaping him.

[Well, just like, let us do stuff?]

[[No more threats.]]

[Ooh! Let us plan out the mission-]

"Not a mission, job." Peter snaps. "I do not do missions anymore. I am not controlled."

"Right, right, job," Wade responds, before egrumbling to the boxes. "Shut up, seriously."

The boxes respond by screaming. Loudly. Peter covers his ears and much to his horror, this does nothing to block the sound. He hisses, growls, then glares. It does nothing. His brain takes this moment to forget everything that's happened in the past five minutes.

He perks up, brightening noticeably and he grins. "Why is everyone screaming?"

~

Peter and Wade have talked. Their friends now, apparently. Wade and him have equal authority over the job. Peter refuses to give up his fifteen favors. Wade refuses to let Peter throw away the fish in the fridge. It's irritating.

Wade still gets tense if Peter's a foot or two away from him, and Peter still snaps randomly. But the fact that they've progressed this far in two days must mean soemthing, they reason.

[[Yeah, that you're both bat shit.]]

[Crazy.]

"Hey," Peter and Wade argue half-heartedly, both somewhat zoned out. Peter has the blueprint of the building he was supposed to transport Wade to, and they've been studying it for hours. The sun is low, but they both don't notice.

Peter absentmindedly tosses a moth into his mouth. Wade shoves a handful of potato chips in his. 

"What if we go through here...?" Peter starts. But they both realize immediately that it wouldn't work and they groan in resignation. "We're fucked."

"I say we blow that shitshow up and go our separate ways," Wade responds. Peter sighs. They both sigh. They know that can't happen.

"How about we revisit that I fake-transport-you-in-order-to-infiltrate- hey wait a minute, I have a plan!" Peter yells, and Wade prepares himself to hear the exact same plan that's been proposed before. By now he's aware of how utterly forgetful the spidery merc is, though he tries not to get to irritated by it.

"What is it, baby boy?" Wade responds warily. Apparently, at some point, Peter had also lost the ability to hear the boxes. Something he either hadn't noticed, or hand given to much thought about.

"I can pretend to translate you, but use an empty van - then, when I'm in, Ill sneak you in using this door -" Peter points eagerly at a door on the blue print. "Then..."

The plan is pretty good. They have to work out a few tweaks but hey, it's the best one they've got. Wade and Peter are pretty content.

They're both extremely excited for tomorrow.