Peter bounded across the rooftops of the city as quickly as he could. City lights lit up the night sky, hiding the stars. Cold night air cut through the man's mask, making him shiver slightly. Shooting a strand of webbing, Peter swung down the highway, hundreds of feet above the speeding cars.
Patrolling the city always helps him clear his mind, especially after a long day of being yelled at by Jameson.
Peter flinched as he remembered the book that had been thrown at his head earlier today, if it wasn't for his Spidey sense, he'd have a concussion.
Speaking of Spidey sense, the familiar tingle that raised every hair on his body was present.
Danger
He froze and scanned the area, nothing but rooftops. But something around here had to be dangerous!
After a few more minutes of searching, Spidey crouched and got ready to leap onto the next building. Though, something made him freeze again.
There was no doubt about it, something was wrong here.
He approached the edge of the roof and gazed down the alleyway, quietly crawling down the side of the wall. The alley was dark and filthy. Crude writing on the dumpster was clearly visible through the dim light coming from a cracked window nearby.
Dirt and gravel crunched under his soles as he cautiously walked toward a pile of rubble at the back, and inspected the area where a wall once stood. It looked as if someone forcefully rammed into it. This wasn't new to Peter at all. He had fought many different villains before and knew that they had the power to do such a thing.
He bent down and ran his gloved fingers along the rough edges of the debris. This was done recently, VERY recently. Whoever had the nerve to run through a solid brick wall must have done it a few hours ago. His hand stopped as he felt a warm, but stiff object under one of the cracked bricks.
Peter recoiled and stared; it was a hand. Someone was crushed under the fallen wall.
He fastened his fingers under the pile, and flung it backwards, off the bulky body that laid limply in a puddle of crimson sticky blood. Facedown.
He recognized the figure immediately.
Deadpool.
The red and black clad merc must have been fighting and got crushed.
Spidey rolled him onto his back and laid his head on Wade's chest. After a minute or two of desperately listening for a heartbeat, pained breathing erupted from his lungs. He was okay.
Laying the merc's head in his lap, Peter nervously looking down the alley to see if the attacker returned. Wade's eyes were wide open, but glazed over, like he wasn't even there.
"Idiot," Peter spat, patting Wade's hand. "I dunno what you did this time, but you're lucky I dug you out."
He watched as the merc's facial features sprung to life. First he squinted, then blinked a few times, trying to figure out what kind of situation he was in. "... What?"
Wade immediately snapped back to reality and a grin could be seen through his mask. "Well, Baby Boy! What's up? You wouldn't believe what just happened to me. The Kool Aid man just came bursting through the wall-" He giggled, lifting a severed hand up to touch Pete's face. Peter snatched his hand before he could do so and inspected it.
"Wade! You're missing a finger!"
"Three, to be exact." He mumbled, his voice raspy.
The red and blue spider frowned and helped the larger sit up, slowly and painfully.
"You're hurt."
"I'll heal right up, just let me sit..."
Thick, crimson liquid trickled down Wade's side and stained the filthy ground beneath them. Peter slowly began webbing up the wound, Wade looked at him in surprise.
"What are you doing Baby Boy?" He asked, wincing at the chilliness of the webs.
"You're bleeding, it's gross!" Peter retorted, seizing Wade's arm. If it wasn't for the little piece of bone that kept it on, the arm would've fallen off. " And quit calling me 'Baby Boy.'"
Wade smirked. "Whatever you say, Baby Boy."
Sighing, Peter ignored the mischievous man. It was no use arguing with Deadpool, he never listens to a word anyone says.
Peter made a sling out of the last bit of his web fluid as he began inspecting the other arm. Wade watched in curiousity, and soon became uncomfortable with all of the care he was receiving.
"Spidey?"
"Hm?"
"Stop it."
The spider looked up from the wound he was cleaning and eyed the merc. He looked miserable, as if he was embarrassed. Peter knew that he'd just heal, but just because the guy has a healing factor does not make it right to simply let him bleed out.
Wade didn't care for himself that well, if he got hurt, he'd laugh and ignore it. Sometimes the wound would be so bad, he'd pass out from blood loss.
In fact, Wade has never been fussed over before and it made him nervous. Peter always made sure the people he saved were okay, but never in his life had he met someone as skittish as Deadpool. The merc freaked out every time the red and blue spider bandaged up a wound of his.
He looked up and noticed that Wade was still staring him down, so he patted him reassuringly on the back and pulled out a cloth he had in a small web pouch. Peter had made it earlier so he could carry some first-aid stuff.
You never know what you'll find on a patrol.
Wade leaned back away from him, but Peter slid his hand behind Wade's head and began cleaning up his bloody face.
"Nobody wants blood on their face!" Peter stated, keeping a firm grip on the merc. He struggled and let out a wimper.
"Maybe I do!" Wade retorted, desperately trying to push his hand away.
Peter huffed and gave Wade a gentle kiss on the cheek.
"Will you stop being an ass and let me help you already?"
Wade opened and closed his mouth a few times, then finally managed to spit out a few words.
"As long as I get to grab your ass when you're done."
Just another dramatic drabble of my favorite boys, hope you enjoyed it! <3
