The Eye Of The Beholder

Chapter 3: Is He...?

Spiderman

Since Deadpool told me his real name, I've been itching to tell him mine. I'm not gonna lie, Deadpool is a lot of fun to be around. He makes everyday I see him more interesting, and as weird as it is that he flirts with me, I'm kinda starting to like it. I picked up his favorite Mexican foods, chimichangas and some tacos. Deadpool's metabolism works at nearly three times the speed of mine so, I'm carrying four bags of food inside a plastic bag so I don't have to worry about accidentally dropping one.

The instant I land on the roof, I drop the bag. Deadpool is lying in a puddle of his own blood, fragments of his skull and brain are spread everywhere. I suddenly feel weak at the knees.

No, please not you too.

I walk around to see the face of his lifeless body. "W-Wade?" I whisper, barely audible to even myself. "Wade, please say something..." My knees give in and I collapse kneeling next to him.

Just give him like another minute. It wont take him that long to heal...

I kneel there for five minutes. He should've healed by now. Why isnt he healing?

"Please, Wade, this isnt funny." My eyes start to water and there's a lump in my throat that won't allow me to swallow.

Oh God, I knew I should've stayed with him. He isnt stable. Leaving him was stupid.

I pull my mask off my face. "Wade, c'mon." My voice is more stern but it's still incredibly shaky. "Wade..." my voice cracks and a tear finally leaks from my eye. He still doesn't move and I lose it. I cover my face with my hands. He should've healed. He always heals. "I'm sorry. I--I know I shouldn't have left you alone. I s-should've been here with you," I cry. "Wade, you're all I've got. Aunt May's gone, Gwen, MJ...there's no one left that I care about. Please...I can't lose you too."

Silence.

Still...
Dead...
Silence.

The only thing I can hear is my sobs.

"You care that much?" he groans, his eyes still closed.

I sigh with relief, taking a minute to catch my breath. Suddenly, I'm angry. "Wade! What the hell?! Why would you do that to me? You scared the living shit outta me!"

"I didn't realize you thought that highly of me and you know I can't for very long. Besides, Baby boy, if I had thought you--" he stops dead once he opens his eyes. I wait for him to speak again, but he stays silent.

"What? Wade, what's wrong?"

"Look at your hands..."

"What's wrong with my--" I look down at my hands and see my mask. "Shit." I yank it over my head.

"Jesus," he whispers, "you're even sexier without your mask."

"Shut up, Wade," I mutter. Honestly, I'm just elated that he's okay.

"I'm sorry I scared you. That's not what I was trying to do." He takes his time standing up out of his own blood and massages his temples. The voices.

He always told me they weren't very nice to him. Maybe he just can't take what they say to him. There's so much behind his story, it's hard to gather in my head.

"Are--are you okay? I didn't mean to yell," I mumble, embarrassed.

"I'm fine, Baby boy. Which is the same I could say of you." He snickers.

"Are they...bothering you? Is that what this is?" I ask gesturing to the red liquid.

"Don't worry about it, Spidey."

"Deadpool, please. How am I supposed to help you if you won't even tell me what's wrong, " I plead.

"Look, Spider. There are just certain things I don't like talking about." He sighs, the goes back to massaging his temples. He slowly walks and sits on the ledge of the building. I walk behind him and place my fingers to the sides of his head. At first, he tenses up, but once I start to massage deep into his temples, his shoulders loosen and his back starts to slouch. Neither of us speak for a solid fifteen minutes.

"They're so much quieter when you're here," he whispers.

I kneel begin him and wrap my arms around his neck, resting my chin on his left shoulder. "I'm sorry I yelled at you,"I whisper.

He wraps his fingers around my forearm and replies, "I didn't mean to scare you." He pauses. "I dont know why they hate me so much."

I gently lean my head so our temples are touching. "Look, Wade, I care about you, okay? I don't wanna see you...like that. You don't have to talk about it, I just--" I stop.

He inhales deeply. "I didnt realize you even gave a damn about me."

I sigh. "Wade--"

He cuts me off, mocking me slightly. "Spidey..."

"Are we gonna eat? 'Cause the food's probably cold now."

He chuckles. "We can heat it up in my microwave."

"Or mine. My place is closer." I just really dont wanna go back to his apartment.

"Ohhh. We get to go to your place. I'm up for that," he says, grinning. "Lead the way, Baby boy."

I climb down the fire escape of the building and crawl through my window.

"We were on your building the whole damn time?" Wade mutters.

I grin. "Yeah." After thinking about it for a second, I take off my mask.

"What're..."

"You've already gotten a good look. Its not really gonna matter."

I can see his small smirk through his mask. "I never said that I mind."

"I'll heat this up, while you go clean yourself up."

He nods. Something in me feels at ease when he's around. Like everything is gonna be okay as long as Deadpool is here. I can't help but smile as I put our food in the microwave.