Be There For You {Book Two}

Always My Brother

*Alrighty so, my kidney infection has cleared up so that is brill. I have a couple of fun things (i.e. meeting up w friends and family) to do this holiday. How about you? And if you don't do Christmas then tell me what you're up too instead. *

No One's POV

No one in the whole of New York City was as pissed off as Wade Wilson. Once Stephan had gottan Harley to calm down he informed Tony and Wade (leaving the rest of the team out of it until Harley or Peter could tell them themselves), which lead to Wade crawling into bed with Harley and talking to him. From the outside the twos friendship was one of mockery and relaxed but though neither had done it much, Harley and Wade had an easy, deep, connection that didn't take long at all to make. Although Peter was undoubtedly what brought them to be friends and what made them push for friendship, but Peter wasn't the reason why they met up randomly, watched movies together, played sports competitively together, fought together. In reality, the two had a connection that not even Peter could break, not even with him screwing it all up.

"How is he?" Tony whispered to Wade once the teenager left Harley's room.

Wade shrugged on a jacket, "Asleep. We talked a little bit before I put on a Jim Carrey movie, and he fell asleep. Give him a couple of hours to sleep, then he needs to eat. Call me if he wakes up before I get back." And he was off walking down the hall towards the lift.

"Yeah okay- wait where are you going?" Tony called after him.

Wade didn't look back, "To clear some shi- stuff up!"

"I- Jesus okay."

--little skip brought to you by the warning this will be a short ass chapter—

The door to Peter's apartment was closed by unlocked. "Peter Parker! Get your ass out here!" He yelled, banging the door into the wall, causing a dent.

When Wade received no answer, it made his blood boil even more. The rage caused something to unlock within him. Since they were kids, it had been Peter and Wade, for a while there was Ned, but the rage was then on the loss of Ned, and from then onwards it was the two of them again until Harley came along. Wade's anger had never before been placed the Peter as a target. It was a sign that times had changed.

Instead of yelling even more and risking waking the sleeping lesbians next door, Wade walked to the kitchen table where he noticed a piece of paper lying there. It had Peter's handwriting on. "Fuck Peter." Is what fell from Wade's mouth upon reading the letter.

Wade,

I know you're the one that's going to find this so let me explain.
I've been no better than May. All I want is for Sofia to be okay, so please make sure she is. I know that's a lot to ask but I beg it of you. Look after her. Look after yourself.

Before I go, I want you to know this. Ending our friendship is horrible, I love you so much, but I have to do it. Don't look for me please. Remove all memories of me to make it easier. Once it's done don't look back, don't make it harder for yourself. Once I'm gone you won't see me again, I'm sorry. Move out or stay, I don't care.

I love you,
Peter.

Wade put his head in his hands. Of course, he thought. Though he wasn't sure what he was thinking of. Of course, Peter needed a break? Of course, it was all too much? Of course, this was how their happiness dream would end? But none of that true. This didn't feel like Peter. However, it fit perfectly in his recent moods. It felt all wrong but right and Wade became overwhelmed. Reverting back to his old ways of comping, Wade screamed. He yelled and hit the table so hard it split in half.