Safe and Sound

Chapter 17

I sit on the roof, in my suit, texting the group chat. They sent me with a brace and two crutches, which I obviously can’t use on patrol. I didn’t want to go home immediately, knowing my beating can’t get much worse anyway. It’s still daylight out, and I’m just… tired. I don’t wanna keep doing this. I don’t wanna die but I don’t wanna keep living like this.

    I think I may tell the Avengers who I am. Maybe tomorrow. Natasha figured it out, and while she’s trained to notice the details which gave me away, I’ve no doubt the others will soon come to the same realization. She knows about May, too, though. I don’t know what to do about that.

    Peter- I think I may tell the Avengers who I am tomorrow.

    MJ- Oh thanks God.

    MJ- What changed your mind?

    Wade- Yeah now I’m curious.

    Wade- And what was with you and Natasha talking Russian the other week?

    MJ- You actually learned Russian? I thought you were joking.

    Peter- I learned Russian. It’s Natasha’s native language. She was kind enough not to reveal me to the others.

    Peter- She figured out I am Spider-Man.

    Peter- She took it very well. Called me “her little spider”.

    Peter- If I tell them, I know she’ll have my back, and Wade. I just hope they react as well as she did.

    Ned- Hey sorry, just got back from the store with Mom…

    Ned- Oh cool, so Nat knows? Maybe once they know they’ll stop trying to kill you.

    Wade- First, they aren’t trying to kill you. They just want to know who you are.

    Peter- So does everyone know your Deadpool, or just Mr. Stark?

    Wade- Oh yeah they all know. Once I explained what I actually do, they were cool.

    Wade- Thanks for the new suit style by the way! I only got a glimpse but it looks Badass.

    Peter- No problem.

    Ned- You’re designing super suits?! That’s so cool!

    MJ- That’s rad!

    Peter- So are you an Avenger?

    Wade- No, they let me work solo. They scold me when I do stupid shit and stuff. And I work as a S.H.I.E.L.D. informant. But I work alone.

    Peter- I didn’t even hear Mr. Stark’s thruster like I used to. This ringing is starting to become a hazard. Gtg let you know later if I live.

    Wade- Hold on, Pete, omw

    The only way I knew Mr. Stark was behind me was my spidey sense. The tingling. Maybe I should tell them now… How? Sign language should work- if they’d stop trying to hit me long enough to let me use it!

    I narrowly dodge Cap’s shield, but it’s quickly followed by a shot fired by Iron Man. I jump off the building, letting myself fall a ways before webbing the corner of the next tower, and swinging around the corner, out of sight. I start to swing around another building when my web is cut. I barely catch myself on the next roof, tumbling to the ground.

    I jump to my feet, running to jump again. Well, kind of running, still limping painfully. But before I can, Iron Man takes aim, and searing hot pain runs through my back. Another quickly hits the back of my bad knee, trailing around and down the side of my calf as he tries to get around to the front of me.

    I collapse again. I don’t think I can walk… it burns… it’s gonna blister. Ahahahaha it hurts! I can feel strong arms wrap around me, but I can’t see who. I struggle to push them off, to get away, to no avail.

    “Calm down, Spidey, it’s me. We’ve gotta get you out of here…” Wade whispers. “Sorry guys, he happens to be a friend of mine. Gotta go!” he shouts, rushing to the door on the building which leads to the stairs.

    He tosses me awkwardly over his shoulder, so he’s not putting pressure on my back. I grip the back of his suit, biting back whimpers as he jumps the stairs two at a time. It seems to take forever before he ducks into a door, slamming it closed behind him.

    “Jesus Peter, if they find us here they’ll kill us both at this rate.” he sighs.

    “Th-thanks…” I whimper.

    “I need to take your suit off to get to your injuries. I’m gonna lay you on the bed.” he says. He lays me down on my stomach, my head turned to the side so he can better reach my injuries. I watch sleepily as he walks away, taking off his mask. 

    “Pl-please don’t leave me…” he looks back, looking heartbroken. That’s the last thing I remember before everything went black.