The Eye Of The Beholder

Chapter 8: Doctor Wade

Spiderman

Beep beep. Beep beep. Beep beep. POW!

Quickly, I sit up and look at my alarm clock. It's smoking and there's a whole between the hours and the minutes. I look behind me and watch Wade click the safety in the gun and throw it on the floor. He wraps his arms around me and pull me back down next to him.

"Wade," I chuckle.

"Mmm..." he hums as he nuzzles the back of my neck.

I close my eyes and sigh. "Why are you in my bed, Wade?"

"Hmm...you were shivering. I wanted you to be warm..." he grumbles.

He is warm...

I sigh again, not knowing what else to do. I slowly relax into his warmth.

"Petey..." he mumbles.

"Yes..." I whisper.

"I'm sorry about your clock. I'll get you a new one."

I snicker, as I push myself back into him. He inhales, burying his nose deeper into my hair. I feel his scarred fingers caress my stomach, slowly sliding over my abs. I breathe deeply, relaxing against his touch.

"Petey," he mumbles again.

"Hmmm..?"

He kisses my shoulder, then whispers, "You smell amazing."

I can't help but laugh again, then stop when I feel a sharp pain. "Wade.."

His lips brush so delicately against my skin.

"I have a class to get to."

He groans. "Can't you just...skip a day?"

"Wade," I sigh.

"Petey, please."

God, if I didnt miss him this would be easier

I huff. "Fine...."

"Yay!" he cheers quietly in a high pitched voice.

I breathe a short laugh and close my eyes again and rest in the comfort of his heat. Wade's breathing is steady as always like he's always taking in a deep breath. His rippling muscles cradling me, almost like if he squeezes too hard, he'll break me. I pull Little Wade into my arms and inhale. I don't know what it is but the way Wade smells intoxicates me.

I don't know what's going on in my head right now. Deadpool is a mercenary. I can't care about him; it's not in my job description. Wade is a killer. I'm his opposite. I save lives, not take them. So why do I like him so much?

"Shut up, Insanity," he mumbles, half asleep.

I chuckle. Oh yeah that's why...

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"Spidey..." Wade whispers.

I open my eyes and see him standing over me. "What? Huh?"

"Isn't this the time you usually go on patrol?"

I look up at my alarm clock. Oh...yeah....there's a bullet in it.

"What time is it?" I mumble.

"Almost 7:30ish."

I sigh. I really don't want to get up. I sit up in my bed, wincing, stopping then sitting up slower. I totally forgot about Venom's scratch because Wade's early return.

He looks very worried. "Pete--what's wrong? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, just a scratch." Why is he so worried?

"Let me see it." He slowly pushes my shirt up over the already healing wound. His eyebrows furrow with concern as he runs his fingers over it gently, backing off even more when I wince. "What happen, Baby boy?"

"Venom happened," I groan.

"Stay here for a minute." He rushes out of the room. I swing my legs out so my feet are on the floor.

"No, no, don't stand up," he says as he strolls back into the room with my first aid kit. "I know what I'm doing... Yes, before I had my healing factor, I had to fix myself up... Yeah yeah... Insanity, I swear to God, I will let Logic kill you."

I grin, listening to him babble, occasionally yelling at the voices.

"Shut up," he grumbles. "I'm trying to help him."

I wince, when he pull the shirt over my head to attend the gashes. I take a deep breath as he dabs an alcohol soaked cloth on the bloody spots. I pull away quickly, a reflex I still haven't gained control of.

"Sorry, Baby boy. I know this is gonna hurt. Deep breath."

I inhale. He presses the damp cloth to the wound and wipes away the dried blood. I let go of the air I didnt know I was holding when he pulls the cloth away from me. He looks deeply into my eyes as if he's going to say something, then turns to take the cloth back to the bathroom. I sigh.

Once he returns, he coats the wound with an ointment similar to Neosporin, then puts on a gauze. He lifts my arms up and begins to bandage around my ribs. I close my eyes and breath in time with him.

"Petey..." Wade mutters. I open my eyes and look down at him as he runs his fingertips across the bandage over my rib cage. "Maybe you should stay in today."

"No, it's okay, Wade. I'm still gonna go out." I reassure.

"Maybe, I don't know...maybe I should go with you." He absent-mindedly fiddles with the cloth.

I intertwine our fingers and grin. "I'm not opposed." He suddenly looks up, shocked that I'm okay with him tagging along. "One condition. No killing."

His face scrunches up and he groans. "Aww...but that's no fun."

"Well if you're coming on patrol with me, you can't kill anybody. That means good guys, bad guys, civilians...not a single person."

He frowns then rolls his eyes with a heavy sigh. "Alright, alright, fine. I won't kill anybody...this time...just because it's you."

I can't help but smile. Wade really can be adorable when he wants to be.

"Well, get changed Spidey! There's crime to fight. People to web. Criminals to stab--" he says, doing a little pantomime with it. I stare at him, more annoyed than angry. He looks back at me realizing his mistake and correcting himself. "Stop...Criminals to stop. Did I say stab? Silly me. Hehe whoops...You can suck it, Logic," he grumbles.

I chuckle and slide the spandex shirt over my head.

Patrol here we come.