***GWEN***
"Coming through!" Natasha yells, running in front of me and Deadpool as we carry our two unconscious ones into the mansion. We don't even have time to get them to any kind of well-equipped infirmary - we just lay Peter and Wanda on the stone floor. I lay him facedown so the shrapnel doesn't penetrate deeper into his body. Then I look at his face - it's pale and still.
"All right, guys, back up," Deadpool says, kneeling between Peter and Wanda and pulling up their sleeves so he can exchange blood with them.
"What the hell are you doing?" booms Wolverine's voice - he's looming over us.
With speed to rival Pietro's, Deadpool rushes Wolverine, pinning him to the wall with a knife to his throat. "I'm a universal donor, and I'm extremely emotionally invested in the lives of my friends, so back the fuck off, you filthy animal!"
He runs back to Peter and Wanda, cuts their arms and his, then lets their blood mix.
I stand back, waiting with bated breath. Natasha, who's next to me, takes my hand. "Please let them live," I whisper. "God, please..."
"It'll be all right," Natasha says. Now that she's an adult again, her voice has changed, matching the husky tones she had in the "official" Avengers movie. "They'll be fine. He knows what he's doing."
"I know," I say. "He's saved my life once before, just like this."
"So I've heard."
I watch as others from our group come into the foyer. Not all the Avengers have been re-adulted - Sif and Thor are still the same. I'd like to bet that their being Asgardian may have afforded them extra protection to keep Strange's magic intact.
One of our friends wakes up with a gasp. Wanda's body then stretches, and we hear her bones crack for a few seconds. Deadpool's healing factor must be taking effect. Pietro exclaims something which I can only assume is Russian for "Thank God!" and picks Wanda up, tears of relief pouring from his eyes.
Peter, however, stays still. There isn't a single sign of life from him.
I let go of Natasha and run to his side, feeling his neck. No pulse.
Deadpool, realizing how futile his efforts are, resorts to a last-ditch attempt to save him. He rolls him over, ignoring me when I beg him not to, and initiates CPR. Chest compressions, mouth-to-mouth (he has to take off his mask, of course), the works.
How far into his body did the glider's debris go? How many internal organs got pummeled and pulverized?
Is this really what the moviemakers intended? I refuse to believe it, as much as I refuse to believe myself when I reach out and take hold of Deadpool's wrists, stopping his endless, mechanical chest-compression process.
"It's no use. Wade...he's gone."
There. I've said it.
I break down completely, crying silent tears as I clutch my lost soulmate to my chest.
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Deadpool Syndrome - Spider Soulmates
FanfictionPeter Parker's no longer the only one who's been bitten by a genetically-engineered spider. Norman Osborn has improved his formula and used not only himself, but also Harry and Gwen, as guinea pigs. And they're far from the last test subjects Norman...
