Nightmares
Wade was thrown backward from the fire escape. A web catching him before he hit the ground. He pulled out a sword, cutting through it before Spiderman got any closer. He only had one non lethal gun on him and it had a limited amount of bullets. He landed on his back with a grunt. Watching the hero crawl down the wall toward him. Wade rolled out of the way and grabbed the gun. He shot at him but Spiderman jumped across the alley flinging more webs. Wade shot up, running out of the alley to an open space. "Deadpool," Spiderman yelled.
Wade whirled, shooting another tranquilizer at him. Spiderman twisted out of the way webbing the merc's hand to the gun. Deadpool ran down the street heading out of the city. He used the sword on the webs to cut away enough for him to use the gun. "Deadpool stop!"
He almost made it out of the city when a web flew at his ankles effectively making him fall flat on his face. He stayed on the ground as he heard the hero walk closer. "I can't let you kill them Deadpool. I'll help you. The Avengers were going to help. But we can't work together if you kill them." Wade flipped over, firing twice at Spiderman but he was fast. The spidey sense telling him where to leap. Deadpool swung the sword down to cut his ankles free.
"I have to. They can't survive."
"They deserve to be put in prison," he shot a few more webs. Wade dodge rolled out of the way running out of the city again. "There are other ways!"
"Not for them!" Spiderman noticed he were the merc was running and stopped on the building. He leapt down and connected webs to the building and lamp post. Taking a few steps back he took a deep breath and yanked, slingshotting himself into Deadpool. They both went tumbling across the asphalt. The hero was shooting webs as they rolled. Getting Deadpool pinned down to the floor.
"I get it," Spiderman said lowly forcing himself to get up. "They're bad people who did bad things to you," he groaned feeling the road burn half his body. "You want revenge or you're scared or whatever," he limped over to the mercenary. "But you aren't alone anymore. I'm here to help you Deadpool. But you can't. You can not kill anyone." He kneeled beside him, taking the sword away. "There's other ways to do this."
"You don't get it," Wade hissed. "I let them get away. I let them build themselves up stonger."
"You didn't do this," Peter said softly.
"I sure as hell didn't stop them," Deadpool said tilting his head back.
"How were you supposed to know," Spiderman sighed. "You know now. And you have my help."
"You're still gonna help me after I broke our promise?"
"Oh I'm pissed at you. I'm gonna punch you as soon as your standing." The merc chuckled and Peter almost melted at the sound. "But you had good intentions. I don't agree with killing the bad guy but...they are bad guys. I mean you have been sticking to just them right? You haven't been doing jobs behind my back?"
The merc's eyes were fixed on Spiderman, "no. It was just them. A...A few of them. That wasn't the only base I blew up."
Spiderman groaned, "how many?"
"Do you really want to know?"
"No you're right," the hero stared down at his work. "If we work together you can't blow up any more. No more killing. We got a deal?"
Deadpool sighed staring up at the sky for a while. Both of them did. There was nothing to see but the dark foggy sky. "Okay."
Spiderman looked down at him, "yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Good," he began cutting the webs away with Deadpool's sword. "I told the Avengers' you'd come in and tell SHIELD what you know."
Deadpool groaned, "SHIELD? Really? I'll work with you but I don't trust that pirate or his band of dysfunctional kids."
"They happen to be friends of mine. And Fury isn't so bad. Secretive and manipulative, but not bad."
"We have very different views on what's 'bad'." The smaller man helped Deadpool stand and handed him his sword back.
"You just have to tell them what you know. And if you don't want to go to the tower I'll see what I can set up."
"Yeah I'm not setting foot in Tin Man's tower of narsasism." Deadpool but his sword away and holstered the traquilizer gun.
Spiderman laughed shaking his head, "I'll talk to them."
"Can I just tell you and you tell them?" Wade had never been on good terms with the Avengers. He knew all too well how they felt about him and how they tried to constantly have him arrested. He wasn't too keen on meeting up with them in a place that could lock him in with just a few words. Or meeting up with them at all.
Spiderman crossed his arms raising his shoulders, "I was kind of hoping you'd help us out. They wanted to have SHIELD take care of it. Have the Avengers called if they were needed. I figured you'd want to help take them down."
"Aw, that's so thoughtful of you." Wade cooed, he was thrown off when Spiderman lifted his hand to cup the back of his neck as if embarrassed. "I do want to help but I doubt the Avengers will let me. Honestly I think it'll be best if I work alone. I already know how they work."
"I don't think they'll just let this go. A few of their people broke into Stark Tower the other night."
"No shit. I'm not the only one who's broken in," Deadpool pondered.
Peter stared at him wanting to ask but deciding against it. "They broke into my place too," Spiderman admitted quietly. That made Deadpool tense, now standing with his back straight, hands twitching towards his holster. "They took something that could be dangerous."
"What'd they take?"
"A...type of medication."
Wade tilted his head, "you can get sick?"
"It's complicated," the hero shrugged. "The point is they have it and we could be in danger. I think it's better if we stick together on this. You could really help us out with everything you know."
Wade gave a long sigh, "fine. But I'm doing this for you not for any of those guys."
The other man chuckled, "thanks Deadpool." And then Peter decked him.
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Wade collected any information he had and tried to put in into a somewhat cohesive pile. He wasn't used to briefing his cases. It was something he enjoyed about working alone. He hated paperwork. He always got too antsy, easily distracted, he'd end up walking away from the work and completely forget it's there. But he had promised Spiderman a file and like hell if Wade was going to let the hero down.
It was mind numbing and Wade flipped the coffee table at least twice before finally getting things into a red folder. He covered it in doodles with a black sharpie and wrote 'The Shittiest Crossover Ever' in bubble letters at the top. When the file was finally done he set it by his swords. Once he got home he pulled off his suit, riddled with bullet wholes. It took a while to scrub the dried blood off his scarred skin, he passed over the swell on his jaw where the hero had punched him. He wasn't angry, the younger HAD warned before hand. As he stepped out he realized what Spiderman had said about his bathroom. He really did need to clean this place up. Especially if he wanted the hero to come over again.
He geared himself in baggy clothes with heavy boots and leather gloves. He pulled a baseball cap on then his hood before leaving the room. Being so late at night there weren't that many people outside but he needed to be sure he wasn't seen. He went to the nearest store that provided cleaning supplies. If was full of late night weirdos and homeless people so Wade felt right at home. No one made eye contact with him, though there was an employ following him around. Probably because he was dressed like he's about to commit a crime. He paid for all his things, trying to shove some of it into his hoodie pockets so that he didn't have to carry it.
When he got home he let the supplies fall onto the couch. He had no idea how to use half this shit so he ended up watching a dozen youtube videos on how to get rid of mold and water stains but ended up passing out on the couch. He was automatically thrown into dark and vivid dreams. Almost like a memory but he knew this was a dream. Because strapped to the table next to him was Peter.
The beds were all lined up the same as the one in the basement where they awakened his powers. Except the curtains were all torn away. Leaving everyone in view of each other. He saw a few other faces, some of people he knew were dead. But there they were, alive. Withering in pain. Peter was too, his skin discolored in bruises and blood. The sounds of choked sobs left Wade raw with rage.
"Wade Wilson," an all too familiar face appeared above him. Wade snarled pulling against the binds. "Seems we've caught a few of your friends." The bald man sauntered over to where Peter was tied.
"I'll kill you," Wade spat trembling in fury.
"Oh but you tired that didn't you," he chuckled. "I told you I healed. It took a while but that I'm back now and that's all that matters." He flicked the IV bag hanging over the hyperventilating young man.
"Get. Away. From. Him," the merc took deep breaths trying to harness his anger enough to form a plan out of the bed.
"And miss out on unlocking his powers? Who knows what he's capable of," he pulled a syringe from the lab coat.
"Leave him alone," Wade shouted, the sound drowned out with someone's scream.
Ajax injected the serum into Peter's IV, he started screaming just as loud as the others. The sound scraping up Wade's spine. "By the way Wade," he set the empty syringe aside walking back to the mercenary. "Thanks for leading us to him."
Wade woke up with a sharp gasp, he struggled to sit up. The laptop hit the ground with a crash causing him to flinch. He was still fully clothed, sweat making the thick material stick to his skin. Disoriented and shaking he got off the couch. He stumbled to the bathroom taking his clothes off as he went until he was standing the the bathtub. The cold water stung on his overheated skin but the feeling jolted him awake. Wade stood in the cold shower, staring at the stained tiles as he tried forgetting the sounds of Peter's screams.
He shuttered against the thought bringing his hands up to his face. His nails raking down the uneven flesh peeling off half healed scabs and dead skin. Trying desperately to wake up from the nightmare. When all he could focus on what the frozen water pouring down his head he stopped the water. He somehow managed to step out of the tub without slipping and went to the bedroom for a towel. The smell of his filthy apartment putting him in some kind of haze. Unsure if what he smelt was from him or decaying tissue. Probably both.
With a deep breath he pulled on some clothes. The new alarm clock on his nightstand read 3:47. He knew he wasn't going to fall asleep anytime soon so he went back to the living room for the cleaning supplies. There seemed like no better distraction then to clean his apartment so he set to doing so. Hoping that it would be enough to make him forget what he'd just seen.