Grim pleasure. That's what Wade usually felt when he stood over the bodies of sickos and perverts, freshly hacked and dead, no longer able to hurt anyone. But staring down at Peter's body, at the grotesque smattering of brain matter and skull on the floor, all he felt was a sickness in his stomach.
He came back up here to talk to Spider-Man. To drag him downstairs and show him what he'd uncovered, not allowing him to focus on the blood or the gore, but the sheer simple fact that this was all Parker's doing. The only lecture of morality he was going to endure, was the one about Spider-Man looking into the people he worked with to make sure they weren't two-timing monsters.
What he wasn't expecting was Peter Parker standing in the doorway, staring at Wade wide-eyed and startled. He heard his name. "Wade?"
But he was seeing red.
His brain flashed with the poor man they'd been experimenting on. The way he couldn't talk right, but judging by the way he looked at Wade's gun, he wanted his pain to end. So, Wade ended his pain, and then ended the lives of everyone single person in that lab.
Seeing Peter, his rage reignited, so overwhelming and strong that he pulled the trigger before Parker had a chance to utter another word out of those damn lips.
This made things harder to explain to Spider-Man.
Wade stared at Peter. He wanted to pump an entire load of bullets into his body. Wanted to kick and beat it even now, after death. He wanted to stroke his face tenderly. Wanted to cover him in a blanket to make it look like he was only sleeping.
He felt gross. He let those hands touch him. He let that mouth pleasure him. He pleasured Peter Parker, himself. And yet some part of him still cared .
Used. That was the word that popped into his head. He felt used. Manipulated. Of course, Parker was a bad guy, Wade had gotten caught up in his own doubts and it blinded him from the truth.
You'd think he'd learn his lesson.
Dropping the gun in disgust, he stepped over Peter's body. Spider-Man might still be here, but it was unlikely since he hadn't come running the moment he heard a gunshot. Peters room was empty. Wade wondered when Peter showed up. Was it just after he left to investigate? Did he see Spider-Man in his bed, butt-ass naked and connect the dots?
He wondered what they talked about. If Spidey told him who he had a romp in the sheets with, or if Peter guessed it himself.
Wade should tell Spider-Man about this before the media got their hands on it. A death like this would not go unannounced, and would be plastered across every screen within a few hours. His Avengers card might be revoked for a while, if not permanently. He'll have to play that one by ear.
He fished his phone out of his pocket, but there was a text on screen from Spider-Man already.
Babi Boi: Hey wade i saw that tou left pretty ealry this morning
Babi Boi: I hope everytiing is omay
Babi Boi: Okay
Babi Boi: Would tou be willjing to come by parker industries tonight? i really need to talk to you
Babi Boi: like
Babi Boi: a lot
Wade sighed. This was not going to be a good conversation. Regardless of whether or not Spider-Man accepted that Peter was as much a villain as the costumed freaks he fought, their friendship probably wasn't going to survive this.
He typed out: yeh we need 2 talk. ASAP. Come by PI industies rn something happened to ur boss
May as well get him over here as quick as possible. With his heart at his feet, Wade sent the message, already feeling a thousand times heavier.
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This is Going to End in Disaster
Fanfiction(Based on the Spider-Man/Deadpool comic series by Joe Kelley) What if it was Peter Parker who showed up when the coven of witches tried to summon Wade's heartmate, instead of Spider-Man? In light of this new predicament, Wade has to overcome new fe...
