Chapter 19
Wade's healing factor is steadily getting faster. Whatever drugs fucked up his system are finally filtering themselves out. Thank fucking jesus.
[Fucling Jesus?]
[Is he like, the Messiah of sex?]
Wade is currently making his box-arms turn on Princess Bride. Peter owns a lot of disks. He owns the seasons of Star Trek and Star Wars movies and every personal geeky collection of every personal geeky televised thing. Seriously, he could live a full lifetime watching all his geeky things and never repeating them, but he fucking watches Princess Bride. All the time.
Wade doesn't mind, really. Princess Bride is pretty good. He enjoys screaming 'MY NAME IS INEGO MONTOYA. PREPARE TO DIE.' Everything the scene comes on. It's like, an impulse every human has. An instinctual pull to scream it. Much like there is an instinctual pull to decapitate and brutally maim the people who Rick roll you. It's just there.
Wade waves his half formed arms around. The muscles have already covered a majority of his fore-arm bone and we're steadily forming over the rest of it. Pretty soon, he'll have his legs to worry about. And then his hands and feet, and then his dick.
Peter left some of that miracle working cloth so Wade could use it if his arms formed. He's totally taking advantage of that - the cloth providing his dry arm muscles sweet, sweet relief. Wade is so grateful for Peter. He's so nice.
Almost as nice as the way tacos taste. And that's saying something. Wade likes tacos. He also really wants a taco. He'd kill for a fucking taco. Well, he would do that anyway, but now he would even more. That doesn't make sense. Oh well.
Peter is currently making small doses of spider venom to neutralize some equally small doses of sentient slime. So far, he's worked out what amount will make the slime 'die'. He's trying to work out what will make it pass out.
Peter makes the vague realization that the sentient slime is kind of like Venom. Or Carnage. Or Anti-Venom. Or Toxin. Or- well, like all the simbiotes. They were all some sort of sentient slime type thing. Execpt, these ones were brightly colored and totally less dangerous. And their weakness is spider venom, not high frequency sounds.
He wonders what would happen if the simbiotes met these slimes. He actually knows where the simbiotes are at the moment. He had never trusted SHIELD to have the knowledge alone. He frequently visited them to make sure they were being treated in as humane a way as possible.
Peter watches the sentient light blue slime melt into ooze and sets it in a tank labeled with the amount of spider venom, what kind of spider venom it was, and what time it was administered. The tank has a camera and a timer and a clock on it. All to measure which venom works best.
Peter's hair spikes, entire body jolting. Goosebumps ripped through his skin. He whipped around, searching for the cause. He has a second to tackle Tony before a resonating BOOM! Is heard. Heat flashing for a second, a wave of red before there is an eery silence.
Peter's eas are ringing. His whole body is still. Not a tingle. His nose smells smoke and it burns. His mouth is dry, pain fills him. His palms hurt. His knees hurt. His body hurts. He can hear his heart thumping loudly against his chest.
A sudden inhale. His breath suddenly starting up again. He coughs at the smoke, enhanced eyes stinging as he tries to sit up. His palms hurt, and when he looks st them they are skinned. Red running freely. Edges of torn skin blackened.
There's blood all over him, and a numbing pain filling his back. He coughs again. Sitting up, he registers Tony's unconscious for under him. Mama Spider is next to his head, unharmed. Peter chitters at her. She runs off to take in the damage.
There's no damage anywhere outside the lab. The walls were to thick. That's bad - half of the objects in here are flammable. The smoke burns his lungs, but he works on pulling Tony to the elevator. He leans Tony against it. Not on the door, but by them. He looks around, taking in the mess.
The desks are gone. Three or four of them survived intact, but are against the walls Nad knocked over. Ditto for the chairs and computers. There's very little left standing, though thankfully Peter and Tony seemed to be in the opposite side of the room where the bomb took place.
His corner of the lab, with the spiders and sentient slimes is a mess. Half the tanks are empty. Peter can't remember which contains the spiders and which the slimes. Peter feels the small amount of andreniline leave him, and his whole body screams in pain. He ignores it, looking at Tony.
Tony appears fine. Peter had taken the brunt of the explosion, when he tackled Tony. Tony is uncouscious though. Blood is flowing from a cut on his head and his arms are banged up. Their both covered in soot and dirt and dust.
Peter's much worse off. He knows there's thing stuck in his back. His palms are bleeding freely, the skin had been ripped off them. His senses are screaming at him. Panic does that to him. There's random bits of things stuck all over him. From what he can tell, it's not that bad. He'll likely be healed by the end of the day.
That doesn't change the pain. Or his ears, which are ringing and taking in every sound. His eyes take in every sight. His glasses broken or incinerated. They water at the debris in the air. His skin feels like it's still burning. He can taste the smoke. His nose burns. His lungs burn. Everything burns.
Mama Spider cones back. She brings all the spiders with her. None have died, a few are hurt. She tells Peter to sit - and then she and the other spiders treat Tony and Peter's wound. Peter tells them anything they need to know. The elevator is broken. They'll be stuck in here for a while.