***PETER***
“All right, who’s next?” Deadpool says, looking around at the rest of the people he has yet to revive. “Little Hiro, then,” he says, stepping over and rolling up Hiro’s sleeve. “I’ll save the legendary Cavalry for last. I hear that, not unlike yours truly, she’s a firm believer in shooting first and asking questions never.” He punctuates this last statement by casually raising his gun one-handed, pointing it behind himself, and shooting down a solitary Dark Elf trying to climb into the plane wreckage from above.
Tadashi, meanwhile, stirs for a second before sitting up. “Oh my God,” he says. “Is everyone okay? Where is…” He turns and sees Deadpool cutting Hiro’s arm, and his reaction is pretty much the same as when I’d seen him cut Gwen. He even asks the exact same question - “What the hell are you doing?” - and I don’t blame him. No one wants to see someone they love unwillingly suffer bodily harm, even if it’s for a good reason.
On the other side of Baymax, I see Skye and the others coming in at last. Skye has her Night-Night Gun drawn, and she’s not willing to put it away just yet as she sees Deadpool. “All right, what gives?” she asks. “Deadpool, have you been-”
“I assure you, sweetheart, I didn’t bring this plane down,” Deadpool says, finishing up with Hiro and moving on to Stark. “Luckily, I happened to be in the area.”
“Yeah, luckily,” Skye says, her voice dripping with snark. Actually, not so much “dripping.” Try “gushing.” No, that’s too cute a way to describe it. “Overflowing.” That’s more like it. Her cup runneth over with raw sarcasm.
“Unbelievable,” Tadashi groans, doing a facepalm. “Is no one gonna answer my question? What the hell is this guy doing?”
“I’ll explain it, but only ‘cause I enjoy the sound of my own voice so much,” Deadpool says. “I’m usin’ my super-duper-healing powers to bring you guys back from death’s door. You’re welcome.” He finishes up with Stark, then goes to the Asian woman.
“Wait a minute,” I say, finally realizing who’s missing from this little scene. “Where’s Coulson?”
“I don’t see him either,” Skye says, her tone switching from sarcastic to concerned. “You think he’s in another part of the Bus?”
“No duh,” says Deadpool. “Otherwise I’d have revived him by now.”
“Well, then hurry up with May so we can go find him!” Skye yells.
“One good deed at a time, my dear Inhuman,” Deadpool says. “Sheesh, bein’ an all-out good guy for once is such hard - ack!”
He finally stops speaking when the Asian woman wakes up before he can revive her and immediately grabs him by the arm with what looks like a very viselike grip.
“What do you think you’re doing, Deadpool?” she asks in a menacing voice.
“Come on, May, let him do what he wants this time,” Skye says. “Unless you wanna prove to us that you can still fight on a broken leg?”
I look down and see that May does, in fact, have a broken leg. It’s even worse than Gwen’s arm had been - I can actually see blood soaking through the splinted-up bandages over her pants (presumably put there by Baymax.)
“Exactly how badass do you think I am?” May asks wryly.
“Peter, I’m sensing that you’re feeling mild nausea,” Baymax pipes up, his head turning to face me, his eyes blinking twice. “Would you like me to fetch some-”
“No, no, I-I’m good, Baymax, thanks.”
Gwen pulls away from Baymax and lets out a soft chuckle. “Peter, you don’t have to be all stoic for me, you know. Trust me, I’ve seen you get emotional enough times.”
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Deadpool Syndrome - A Marvel Fanfic
FanficPeter Parker has always loved the Amazing Spider-Man movies. He's always identified a great deal with the web-slinger. But lately, he's had weird dreams in which he himself actually is Spider-Man, and the girl he likes, Gwen Stacy, is the girl he tr...
