Kitchen Fork - SpideyPool

Ch. 34

If Deadpool was honest, an occasion that was oddly happening more and more, he didn't really remember the next week. It was probably his worst blackout ever. Some part of him shut off when he learned that, not only was Spider-Man kidnapped, but was also Peter Parker. Everything after was just red. It filled him up till there was nothing left, and then some. Hate clouded his world, and he didn't mind. He would get vague memories of White and Yellow arguing on whether killing someone with a fork or a spoon was more painful, seeing himself rip off a man's ears, a large black gooey monster biting off someone's head, him dying a few times here and there, and finally an address being yelled at over the phone to Stark.

Overall though, nothing was really registering to Wade.

He didn't eat.

He didn't sleep.

He was numb to the world.

And all he felt was rage.

That is, until he found himself in a lab on the far side of town. Found himself in a lab covered in blood. Found himself in a lab covered in surrounded by bodies. Found himself in a lab covered in surrounded by bodies with Peter on a table. Peter bloodied and scarred on a table. Bloodied and scarred and very still. Too still. Too still and too cold. Too cold for Wade's liking. And oh so sickeningly still.

Like waking up from a dream, Wade was now very acutely aware of everything. The adrenaline hit him like a truck. He frantically began searching for medical supplies as he gave Stark his location. His patchwork was rough and rushed but it would have to do, stopping the bleeding was most important. After he finished dressing the wounds, Wade stole a  lab coat off one of the less bloody bodies, trying to keep Peter warm. The close contact of wrapping him up did comfort Wade a fraction. He could feel a faint heartbeat off of Peter.

Wade held the unconscious body of the young hero close to him, unaware of the tears running down his face. He found Peter. Peter was alive. He found him and he was alive. The full scope of his emotions hit, and any numbness from the last week was gone. He pulled Peter closer as the sobs quietly continued, more gut wrenching than they started.

Wade stayed that way until Stark and Cap finally arrived, both welling up at the pitiful site of the poor boy. Cap gently removed Peter from Wade's grasp as Tony quickly brought in a stretcher to take the unconscious hero back to the tower. Wade didn't resist at all, and just silently followed behind. It was a wordless trip back, all parties focused on the task ahead, not daring to think about the negative possibilities.

They had Peter back. Now they just had to make insure he'd live past tomorrow. That was all that mattered now. Tony would do everything he could to keep the boy alive.

Peter had to live.
For his sake.
And Wade's.