SpideyPool (Sick Spider)

Dead (Pt 3)

Peter's POV:

I groaned when I woke up feeling absolutely fried. Given I'd had about 5500 megawatts of power shot through my body it made sense to feel that way. I sit up and look around me. I was in a bedroom that appeared to not be used for much else than holding dirty socks. Feeling the mask on my face I look down in surprise to see my shoulder wrapped as it appears I'd lost a good portion of my suit to the electricity. I look up to see Deadpool in his mask but also jeans and a sweatshirt.

"Spidey your awake! Took you long enough I was afraid I was going to have to tell the city that you'd actually died" he comments and brings me a cup of water. Unable to respond with a parched throat I ignored him and drank the water. After what he'd said processed through, I snapped my head and looked at him.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, some idiot was getting footage of the guy you fried and once the surge blasted by he was sent to the hospital, but the video doesn't show what happened after you got zapped. Naturally they don't get to see the footage of me saving you." he pouts.

"After you almost got us killed" I remind him.

"Well, that's not my fault that you didn't keep me in the loop baby boy" he comments. I sigh again and feel around my sides for damage.

"OoOooOoo" Deadpool says when as I assess the damage. I swat at him, and he laughs jumping away and turning out the door.

"I'll go get you something proper to eat" he says, "and that'll give you plenty of time to check yourself out as much as you'd like."

"Shut it Deadpool!" I hear him laugh as he exits the apartment. I get up and walk around after rummaging around the couch I found the remote and turn on the TV.

"After several days and no sight of our beloved Spiderman we have no knowledge of his health or safety" the reporter explains factually. Then proceeds to talk about a dog show.

"What the heck? They all think I'm dead?" I quickly turn off the TV and head to the old rotary phone on the table and check to see if it would work.

"You've reached the voicemail of Tony Stark speak now or forever hold your tongue."

"H-hey it's me. Uhm I'm not dead just in a bit of bad shape is all." I say and then without thinking of anything else I send the short voicemail. Seconds after I sent the voicemail the phone starts to ring.

"Kid where the hell are you? Do you have any idea how worried we've been? No calls? Even your aunt May has called to check in on you. We told her that you were away as part of the internship's cultural learning programs, but we didn't know where you were or anything. You've better got a good reason as to why you've teamed up with Deadpool all of the sudden too!" Stark yells impossibly quickly into the phone.

"Listen none of this was ever supposed to happen it's just that...*Beep* *Beep* *Beep*" the line went dead. I slammed the phone back on the table and flopped back onto the couch.

"Sweetums I've gotten us some pizza and for dessert some brownies." Deadpool says while entering the apartment cheerfully.

"Deadpool why does your phone work so terribly" I asked.

"He doesn't mean that," Deadpool says to the phone, "he's perfect just as he is. Besides it's nearly impossible to trace this phone on a regular day and so when it shorts out quickly after a call it doesn't give computers enough time to trace it."

I slapped my forehead and immediately regretted it agitating the bruise that I didn't know about. Deadpool through a slice in my direction and I caught it on instinct. Annoyed by the red man I lifted a part of my mask and started to feed my hungry belly.

Wade's POV:

OMGoodness he's adorable! says Yellow. I'll say look at those pretty little...White starts but I tune him out with my own thoughts of wondering just how much cuter could he get. I'd gotten distracted and barely ate a slice by the time he was on his third.

"SPIDEY! We are supposed to share. Didn't you ever learn about sharing?" I whine when he reaches for a fourth piece.

"I'm hungry" he says as if that was a good answer. I grab a second slice and put it on top of my first slice to save it for when I was actually hungry... and to see if he would actually try and eat them when I wasn't looking. I watched him down a pizza and all but my two slices before attacking the mega brownie I'd ordered.

"Now sweets are definitely better shared Mr." I say while cutting myself a portion of the brownie. Spiderman laughs as I swiftly take away my portion and scoot to the furthest corner of the couch.

"I won't bite you" he chuckles.

Wish he would though says White. No, he could be venomous!

"Does it really matter if he's venomous?" I ask aloud.

"What was that?" Spiderman asks.

"Nothing really just the intrusive thoughts that keep me company. Now I have a question for you. Who could possibly give you better treatment than the great Deadpool in your time of need?"

"Well, I'd called Stark before the phone disconnected itself." I began to speak when Deadpool started to whine again.

"Well just because he has more money and stuff doesn't mean he can do it all better than I can. In fact he probably didn't have to go through the trials of getting a pizza! He'd have had it ordered and probably tossed around in a backseat."

"Ok buddy that's enough outta you. I need to call some people so that they know I'm alright and can cover for me" I say. Deadpool grumbles and hands over his Hello Kitty phone and says he'll take a walk while I call. Thanking him I quickly call Aunt May and Stark again just to tell them that I was alright then I hung up when I heard Deadpool tiptoeing up the stairs. The phone was off but I still couldn't help the urge to mess with him.

"Yes, I know. Deadpool? Oh no he's not scary at all not very nice but at least he looks good in red." I tease knowing he's on the other side of the door.

"Darn it! I thought I was being all good and quiet." Deadpool whined when he saw me looking at him through the crack of the door. "Atleast he likes our butt."

"I didn't say that" I start realizing my mistake in teasing him.

"You didn't have to baby boy."