The rest was just a blur; Wade hardly remembered what had happened after that mess. All he could register at the moment was slow motion. His life literally felt like it was in slow motion. Maybe it was. But he could see in front of him rushing paramedics and nurses and Steve and Tony Stark leaning over the stretcher that held their dying son and Black Widow and Hawkeye and Black Panther and Thor all trailing after them, looking panicked and just everything. Wade merely followed, still in his Deadpool costume except with his cowl down. Everything was going wrong. Things weren't supposed to end like this. Everything was fine and perfect before all of this had happened
x x x
"I'll see you later, Wade!" Peter had called to him hours earlier.
"Where are you going?" Wade had complained, not wanting his dear boyfriend to leave his sight as he leaned back on the couch, watching the teenager grab his cell phone from the coffee table and head for the door.
"Just gonna run some errands, that's all," Peter answered sort of cautiously, and now that Wade looked back on it, Peter looked as if he wanted to say something else, like something was on his mind and he needed to get it off his chest. But instead
"So, I'll see you," he chirped, smiling sweetly and continuing to the door.
"Bye, snookums! Have a fantastic time with whatever the hell you're doing!" He paused. "Unless you're cheating on me, then I hope you have a horrible time!"
He listened to Peter's adorable laughter as he shut the door. Wade smiled, jumping up and pulling off his normal-people clothes and into his Deadpool costume, slipping on the cowl. He slipped out of the apartment, deciding he should most likely hurry up with that job on "taking down the Spiderman." He rolled his eyes. It was probably going to be a piece of cake. What's a little spider got on him?
x x x
Wade let out a choked sob, his world whirling around him. How could this actually be happening? The unnervingly clean hospital started to spin underneath him, and he let out a whimper as he felt his legs buckle. He collapsed to the floor, staring down at the blindingly white tiles as those damn voices wouldn't shut up.
You killed him.
His dad and pops aren't gonna be too happy about this.
No one's going to be too happy about this
Well, what are you going to do, now?
Kill yourself? Ha, good luck.
I think he should try. It'd be fun to watch-
"Shut up!" he screamed, smacking his hands against his ears, shaking his head furiously, trying to make them stop talking. "Shut up, shut up, shut up!"
The voices grew silent, and he sat there, eyes squeezed shut, hands pushing on his ears, and his entire body trembling. He panted, not even noticing the tears that still streamed down his face anymore as he pried open his eyes to see Thor, Black Widow, Black Panther and Hawkeye all staring at him. Thor looked uncertain, Hawkeye just glared at him, Black Panther had a mask on, but Black Widow was just staring at him with the saddest expression on her face. They all knew who he was. They all knew Wade Wilson, the goofy, immature teenager that was dating Steve and Tony's son. They all knew him. Some of them didn't trust him, either. Wade had thought Natasha was one of them. He knew Clint was, and Natasha and him were sort of an item or something. So why was she looking at him like that?
"Sir, are you alright?" a nurse tentatively asked, taking an unsure step toward him. Everyone knew who Deadpool was. The merc with a mouth. Cable's old partner. The unstoppable assassin. And now look what he's done. He ignored the nurse, simply sitting there with his hands still over his ears, but not pushing hard anymore. He just stared straight at Natasha and no one else. Finally, she stepped forward, crouching in front of him.
"I forgive you," she said quietly and suddenly. Wade just stared at her, mouth slightly ajar, tears still slipping down his cheeks. "But it's not me you should be seeking forgiveness from." She then proceeded to stand up, stare at him for a moment and then turn and join the other Avengers in walking to the Waiting room. Wade sat there, unable to comprehend what had just happened.
The incredible, trained assassin: the Black Widow, just forgave him for possibly killing Peter Parker, her sort of nephew. But she's right. He shouldn't be sitting here waiting for anyone to forgive him. He needs to see Peter; he can't keep going until he finds out whether or not he's still alive. He needs to find Steve and Tony, too. They should be the ones he needs to speak to, right? He shakily pushed himself to his feet, staggering to the counter where the nurse blinked at him nervously.
"C-can I help you?"
He panted. "Where's Peter Parker's room?"
She frowned, shaking her head slowly. "I'm sorry, but I don't think you are authorized to go th-"
"Please!" he pleaded, looking desperate as the tears stung at his eyes once more. He needed to see him. He had to. And plus, Steve and Tony were most likely there, so yeah. "I have to see him, please."
She stared at him, obviously not sure about what she was doing, but she clicked something on the computer, and glanced back at him.
"Room 616," she said, and Wade was already gone, heading to the elevator. As he finally reached the floor in that godforsaken, slow as shit elevator, he rushed down the hall and to the door with '616' over it. He pushed it open, standing there, wide eyed, as an angered Captain America came plowing into him.
"How dare you come here!" he cried, pushing him considerably hard into the pale wall.
"I just came," Wade coughed, trying to speak around the Captain's arm pressing against his throat, "to see Peter."
Steve's face twisted up in remorse. "But you did this to him! How could you even care to-"
"Because I love him!" Wade cut him off. Steve froze. Wade hung there, hands gripping Captain's arm, trying to pull it off of his throat. "If I'd have known Peter was Spiderman, I'd have killed the guy who offered me the job!"
Steve stood there, silent for a moment. Tony suddenly appeared behind him, placing a hand on his husband's shoulder.
"Steve, let him go. I think the kid honestly cares about him."
Captain pulled back, whirling around and into Tony's arms, squeezing him hard and burying his face in the scientist's neck. "But what if Peter doesn't make it?" he sobbed, voice muffled. Tony brushed his cheek softly against Steve's.
"Don't think that. Peter's a tough kid. He'll make it."
Wade slipped past them. It wasn't his business to interrupt the Captain America and Iron Man while they were
interacting. He stepped deeper into the room, and up to Peter's bed. He stared down at the bruised boy, feeling the tears already stinging his eyes.
"How could I have done this to you?" he murmured quietly, sitting down next to the bed and lightly placing his hand over Peter's. He sat there in silence, listening to the steady beep of the heart monitor, just praying it never went flat. He didn't know how long he sat there, only noticing later that Steve and Tony were no longer in the room. So it was just him and Petey. Wade let out a soft sigh, shutting his eyes, and tightening his grip on Peter's hand.
What if he never wakes up? a voice whispered. Wade tightened his grip.
Yeah, what'll you do then, huh?
Maybe if you sliced you katana through your brain quick enough, you'd die faster than you could heal?
Or you'll just have to live your entire life knowing you killed your one and only boyfriend you ever actually loved.
"No," Wade murmured, eyes still shut. "Peter's not dying on me. I won't let him."
"Jeez, you're persistent," a weak voice piped up from before him. Wade's eyes shot open to see Peter squinting over at him, a small smirk on his lips. "You just won't let me die in peace, will you?"
An incredulous smile spread across Wilson's lips as he jumped up, ecstatic. "Wouldn't count on it, kiddo!"
He leaned forward, giving the teen a quick kiss before standing straight up, freezing. Wait. He glanced down at himself, realizing he still wore the Deadpool costume. Wade looked back up, meeting Peter's gentle eyes.
"It's okay," Peter murmured. "I forgive you
for, like, almost killing me 'nd stuff. S'cool." Wade rolled his eyes.
"Why'd you have to ruin the sincere moment, Petey? I was seriously gonna go all emo and dramatic on you and everything! It would've driven the readers insane!"
"Oh, nothing. Anyways, I should leave you to rest up, I don't want to keep you from healing-"
"Wade," Peter said, voice hard. Wilson froze from where he stood with his back turned, Peter's hand grabbing his and holding him back. "Stay
I don't want to be alone right now." Wade glanced back at his boyfriend, seeing the slightly scared and most frail expression he could have ever seen on Peter. But before he could say or do anything, Tony and the team of idiots charged in.
"Then it's a good thing I'm here then, isn't it?" he laughed, rushing forward and shoving Wade out of the way to reach his son. "Oh, Peter, we were so worried-" Steve crashed forward, pushing over Clint and Thor to bump into Tony. He grasped Peter's hand, bending over to stare straight into his son's eyes.
"Peter, oh God, I was so worried, I thought you were dead, I just couldn't believe it! I knew you'd be okay, see, I told your dad that you were a tough lil' kid, oh jeez, are you feeling okay? Do you need anything, would you like me to get you anything?" he rambled, looking completely distressed yet utterly relieved his child was alive. Peter smiled, blinking.
"There is one thing I'd like to have. Maybe just to myself, if it's okay
Steve gasped. "Anything! What would you like? A snack? A dog? Oh, I could get you a dog, even I wouldn't mind having a dog- But, what would you like?"
The room grew silent as everyone stared at the boy, waiting for him to answer Steve's persistent question. Peter's smile grew, and his eyes flicked past everyone and over to a nervous figure leaning against the wall. Peter's hazel eyes grew warm, and he let out a soft chuckle before saying one simple yet unexpected word