Attacked
Wade was on cloud nine. Not only had his team ups with Spidey been going smoothly he had lunch with Peter a couple days of the week. It felt like things were going well for once. He skipped into the factory building where a drug deal was going down. He ignored the bullets passing through him and fired back. Trenqualizers of course. He had everyone subdued in just a few minutes, all but one.
"Henry Baker," Deadpool sang taking out one of his katanas, holding it to the man's throat. "You've been an huge pain in the NYPD's ass. Want to tell me where you're getting your supply from?"
"Go to hell," Henry spat, blood flinging onto Deadpool's mask.
The merc made a loud buzzer sound stabbing the man in the shoulder. "Wrong answer! Ya got two more tries." Henry cried out in pain for a few minutes before finally answering.
"I-I don't know!"
"Henry," the masked man tisked letting his blade clear a thin slice of skin from the same shoulder. "Come on man. You have one more chance or I'm cutting your jugular."
"Y-Yasmin! I only know that name! I don't even know if she gives me what I get I just know she's up there."
"Where can I find her?"
"I don't know- I honestly don't know," he shouted when Deadpool raised his blade. "But she's got a shipment for me in a week. In a factory across the harbor at 2 in the morning."
The merc let him got with a sigh, "now Henry if you're lying to me I will know. And I will find you. And I will not kill you but I will make you wish you were dead. Got it?"
"Y-yeah."
"Great!" Deadpool shot him with a trenquilzer and ran from the scene before the cops got there. He didn't stop running until he was well out of the docks just on the outskirts of the city. There were a few shabby looking homes and apartment buildings. He wasn't too far from his own home but he wanted to patrol for a few more hours before turning in. As he walked he took in each of his wounds, having to pull at the fabric of his suit so that it didn't heal over his skin. He was just a few blocks from his secret stache of ammo when a familiar red clad hero landed in front of him.
"Spidey," Wade all but cheered opening his arms for a hug.
Spiderman held out his hand to stop him looking over the bloodied mercenary, "Deadpool. You're covered in blood."
"Yeah but most of it's mine. Didn't kill anyone I promise! Had the cops called and everythings," he grinned. "What're you up to so far from the city?"
The hero clasped the back of his neck looking around as if realizing where he was. "I followed a few drug dealers out here before they escaped."
"They wouldn't happen to be Henry Baker's guys would they?"
"I don't think so."
The merc deflated, "Damn." He hoped that putting an end to Henry's trade would at least clear this area for a few miles. But it seemed there'd be no stop to the drug exchanges around here.
"Is that who shot you?"
Wade shrugged, "him and a few of his guys. But the cops have them now so..." he continued to the empty house with a caved chainlink fence. "I know our meet up isn't until Thursday but do you want to team up tonight?"
The shorter man shrugged curiously following Wade over the useless fence. "Sure. What are we doing?"
"Restock," he answered going to the side of the house, pushing a cinder block and piece of old plie wood away. He crawled into the empty space under the house, showing a rat and a possum? Cat? No that was a dog...No a racoon. Fuck, Wade just grabbed the duffle bag and scrabbled out quickly before whatever it was got any closer. He had a few small hand guns and boxes of ammunition inside.
"You just leave that here," Spiderman asked looking around as if someone would sneak up on them.
"I have a few of them set up around the city," the merc admited before shoving the bag back inside, ignoring the demonic hiss that followed. He placed everything back as it was and they were walking back to the city.
"You aren't worried someone will steal them?"
Wade shrugged, "I mean they could. It's happened before. But I have other places so it's not a big deal."
"But you basically just supplied someone with weapons."
"Welp," the older man said with a pop. "Let's hope no one finds them." Spiderman snorted looking like he was about to say something when he froze. Wade raised an eyebrow about to ask when he was tackled to the ground, gunshots sounding just above their heads. Deadpool was quick to retaliate their fire. He got up and yanked the smaller man behind him as they ducked behind an empty car.
"Friends of yours," the hero asked.
"Could be anybody," Wade chuckled reloading his guns. He lifted his hands, stepping out from the cover of the car. "Hey! You wanna tell us who you are before ya start shooting?" He was shot in response. With a curse he dove back to the car and pouted at the new bullet whole in his bicep.
"Are you crazy," Spiderman hissed. "Why would you walk to the people who are shooting at us?"
"Yes and because I was curious," he answered smoothly while scouting out the area. The hero did as well, slowly curling in on himself.
"These houses aren't tall enough to swing from," he murmured. "If we want to fight we have to lead them over there," he pointed to a group of apartment buildings. "But it'll be dangerous." Wade looked throught the window of the car, finding three masked people slowly working out to surround the car. Another one was headed to cut them off. They weren't just some drug dealers. These people were wearing armor, masks, helmets. If Wade didn't know any better he'd say they were working for the government.
"That way," Wade gestured away from the apartments.
"But-"
"They've almost got us surrounded it's our only way out. Stay close to me and keep up," Deadpool rushed out first, getting most of the fire. He managed to take at least two people out as they ran across the street. What they weren't expecting was two more attackers just around the corner. Wade tackled Spiderman, panic eloping him when the younger man shouted out in pain. He shot at them both, dragging the wounded hero around a house. "How are you Spidey," the merc asked reloading. His voice level even though he was worried. They had no idea how many people were after them or where they were. And without a tall enough building Spiderman was at a disadvantage.
"I-It's not good," the shakey voice brought Wade's attention to him. The younger man held bloody hands around the bullet wound near his hip. "Fuck," he gasped putting pressure back onto it.
"It's okay," Wade assured, himself or the other he wasn't sure. There were a billion plans and sernarios running through his head. "It's totally okay. It's just a shot wound. A really real shot wound. And there are people surrounding us. And you can't web away. And we're completely outnumbered. And the voices aren't here to tell me what to do. But it's okay! We're totally-"
"Deadpool," Spiderman hissed as he applied webbing to the wound. "We are. We're going to be okay but you need to stay focused. You're better at these shoot outs then I am. You got this," he huffed, slowly standing up, leaning against the wall.
Wade nodded checking his gun, "I got this."
"I-huh oh fuck- I need to find somewhere to hide or-" he groaned leaning over. "O-or run. You focus on the bad guys."
"I really want to keep my promise Spidey babe but I think I'm gonna need to unalive some people."
Spiderman looked at him, Wade found those white lenses unnerving for the first time. "Just...do your best not to."
"I'll try," he said before looking around the corner. There were two attackers headed down the street, one headed their way, another going around. He checked around the fence behind them to see another two. "Over the fence you go," Wade muttered helping Spiderman to the fence. He gave him a boost over it, wincing at the sound of him falling onto the other side with a pained grunt.
"What about you?"
"I'm gonna play distraction. There's someone across the yard, they should be coming this way though, wait for them to turn the corner before climbing over...can you climb over?"
"Yeah," he grumbled.
"Head for billboard with the pretty lady on it."
"Wha-"
"Just trust me. It might take me a minute but I'll meet you there. Don't stop running until you're there."
"Fine," the hero sighed. Wade cocked each gun getting ready for the pair about to show up any second. "Deadpool," the merc startled at the sudden soft voice.
"Yeah?"
"Be careful." The sound of him running across the yard assured Deadpool. He took a deep breath, shaking out his shoulders and tilting his head to crack his neck.
"Que the music."
-*-
Wade was limping toward the builboard after what felt like hours later. He followed a trail of blood. "Spidey," he gasped finding the hero face down on the sidewalk. "Hey little buddy," he grunted kneeling down and turning him over. "You okay?"
"Deadpool," the other man asked in a groggy voice. "D-did I make it?"
"Almost, come on," he popped his ankle back into place before wrapping one of Spiderman's arm over his shoulders. It took them a while but they managed to stumble into Wade's apartment building. People moved out of their way and kept their eyes to the floor. Probably because Wade still had a gun in his hand. He got them into the elevator when Spiderman slumped, "whoa, okay." Wade grunted lifting him up bridal style. "Hang in there bud."
Spiderman didn't reply. His head lulled back, one arm dangling down lifelessly. Wade practically ran to his door, just shooting the doorknob instead of unlocking it. Once inside he rushed to his room, setting Spiderman down on the cleaner side. He shoved trash and dirty sheets off before fixing him onto the bed properly. "Spidey? You awake?" He check his back finding the exit wound too.
When he didn't get a reply he cursed, running to the living room to find anything he could for first aid. He didn't have much. There was a small kit Ellie had given him a few years ago and a bottle of vodka he had stored above the fridge. When he got back he Spidey was groaning, hand pressed against his wound. "Spidey! Good, you're awake! Or bad, look I gotta stitch you up."
"I'll do it," the smaller man slurred.
"I honestly don't think you can," the merc said easing the hero down. "It went straight through I don't think any of your organs where hurt."
"I'll do-" he groaned shaking his head slightly. "I've got it."
"You lost a lot of blood Spidey." Deadpool took off one of his gloves, "I'm gonna have to lift your shirt-"
"Don't," Spiderman hissed weakly smacking his hand away.
"Just to show the wound-"
"Don't touch me," Wade jolted at the shout. Startled by the sudden energy the hero seemed to have. He dragged himself back against the headboard. Deadpool could see the way his body was positioned, as if the other was on the verge of a panic attack. That was the last thing they needed. Wade immediately gave the other man space, leaving a gap between him and the bed.
"Spiderman-"
"Don't," he all but growled holding his side carefully.
"Okay," Wade said lifting up his hands. "I won't touch you." He watched the hero slouch against the headboard head tilted back as he panted. He was clearly in pain and his bleeding hasn't stopped. "You're losing a lot of blood." The hero looked down at the wound, hands shaking. "I'm not trying to do anything but help you out Spiderman. I won't lift your shirt over the whole. As soon as their stitched up I'll pull it back down, I'll even leave the room. Just please let me help you."
Wade was met with those white lenses again. They sat in a tense silence for a minute before Spiderman slowly lowered himself onto the bed. "Only above the wound," he warned lifting his shirt with a wince.
"Promise," the merc nodded. He was already dousing some gauze in vodka and getting the needle ready. The hero was tense and Deadpool cleaned up the bullet whole. Spiderman hissed, clenchig is hands into the stained sheets. He kept his face to the ceiling as the merc worked on him. Trying to touch him as little as possible.
"Did you find out who they were," Spiderman asked quietly.
"No. They were professionals though so I'm guessing it's a big company," he cut the thread. "Turn around." The smaller man was tense as he stared at him. "I need to stitch the other side."
With a pained grunt he turned over. Wade prayed to all the gods for strength at the sight of the other man's curved spine. He put all his focus on closing the wound. He taped clean gauze to both sides before cleaning up. "You should eat." The younger man hummed not moving from the spot. "Hey, don't sleep!" He made another noise. Deadpool hurried to the kitchen, finding nothing but beer and month old tacos in the fridge.
He cursed, looking for his phone to call in some takeout. He didn't want to leave Spiderman here alone. He wasn't sure if anyone had followed them or if they knew this apartment. The more he thought about the he realized he didn't know anything. What if they had been watching him? What if they were after Spiderman because of Wade? Shit, what about Peter? Had they seen him too? What if...
Deadpool paced, gripping at his head. What if it was Weapon X? Had they found him again? What would they do to him? To Spiderman? To Peter? "Damn it," he growled clawing at his mask. He knew he shouldn't have talked to the college student. He knew he was putting him in danger. If he was kidnapped. If they did to him what they did to Wade it'd be all his fault. The merc dropped into the couch holding his head in his hands. He did it again. He dragged someone else into his mess. He told himself that he'd never get involved with anyone. That having to send Ellie away was the last straw. He never wanted that kind of pain on someone else. "Fuck," he gasped. A wet sob escaping his lips.
He was just so damn lonely.
He didn't want to sit in silence anymore. He didn't want to sit alone in this apartment anymore. Not even Death greeted him. And it was driving him beyond insane. The voices were one thing. But at least he didn't feel alone with them. At least he had something to blame. And now it was just him. It was all on him.
A knock at the door startled him out of his pity fest. He pulled on his other glove, he swung the door open. He took the bag and slapped a wad of cash into the teen's hand. The door was slammed shut before she could say anything. Deadpool shifted throught the food on the table. He picked up a container of soup and went to the bedroom finding Spiderman still asleep. He sighed at the sight of the poor hero, chest heaving.
"Spidey," he murmured taking a seat next to him. "Wake up man I brought you food."
He groaned, slowly lifting a hand in an attempt to wave him off. "It's soup, the easiest thing I could get you." He chuckled when the smaller man growled at him turning away. "I'll help you out," he suggested. He propped a few lumpy pillows on the headboard before setting Spiderman up. He was half asleep, head lulling to the side. "You want to lift the mask up a bit?"
"No looking," Spiderman mumbled lifting it just above his nose. Deadpool chuckled placing the container and a spoon in his hands. When he was sure Spidey wouldn't fall asleep he left to eat his own food. He turned the TV on, watching old reruns of sicoms. Not really paying attention as he ate mechanically. He almost screamed in surprise when Spiderman dragged himself into the living room. He slumped into the couch, taking the food Wade offered. They ate in silence, the only noise being the TV.
Eventually when all the food was gone and infomercials played Wade looked to Spiderman finding him sleep, leaning over the arm of the catch. Wade carefully pulled the younger's mask down, admiring the pair of pale pink lips for only a second, then carried him back to the bed to rest. As Wade gazed down at him he reminded himself.
He wasn't alone.