Here We Go Again

9: Day Five Is Really Not Fun

August 15th

Everyone, of course, was devastated. Thor was out all night flying around in an attempt to find his nephew, and Bruce was conducting experiments and using CIA-grade-techniques to try and figure some things out. Pietro was running through the city, questioning people and stealing security tapes. Nobody had seen Wade since he announced what had happened and Matt was in and out of the tower. About an hour after Wade left, Bucky left in search of him.

A light ding rang through the silent living room as the elevator doors slid open. Bucky walked in with his bionic hand clamped around the arm of a bloody, brusied, upset looking, de-masked Deadpool.

"I found Wade," Bucky announced, letting the blond go. Wade stumbled forward and wiped the blood from his lip.

"What the hell happened to you?" Natasha asked, getting off the couch and walking over. She thanked Bucky and grabbed Wade's arm, pulling him down the hall.

"I'm perfectly fine," he mumbled as he followed her.

"You're covered in blood, dude."

"Yeah. I need to sit down for a while, but I just need to take a shower."

"I know that. I've been keeping a close eye on you since you were a kid. I just need an explanation from you."

"What do you mean?" Natasha pulled him into the bathroom and sat him down on the toilet seat.

"I know you heal fast. I have no idea why, but I know it has something to do with that thing that happened to you when you were a kid. I know that you're Deadpool, and I also know that you are completely insane and the only thing that keeps you sane is my nephew. Now, I'm going to wipe the blood off of you and you're going to tell me exactly where the hell you've been, and exactly what the hell you've been doing, okay?" Wade sighed but nodded.

"Fine." Natasha put the sink on and wet a cloth, glancing at Wade.

"Now talk."

"Well, I told you guys what happened and then I cried for an hour, but you knew about that."

"Yes. You cried while holding onto my arm like a baby."

"Yeah. Well, I left, obviously. I wanted to go back to where it happened and so I did and scoped the place out. The thing is, I was in my suit and this group of guys was coming down the street and one of them looked really, really familiar."

"Don't tell me it was one of the guys from the boat thing a few months ago," she sighed, pulling the cloth from where she was wiping his brow. Wade shook his head and she rinsed the cloth as he talked.

"One of the Russians? No, I killed all of them. By the way, don't tell Peter. He'll kill me, or at least try to." Nat nodded. "No, it wasn't one of the Russians. It was one of the pilots of the helicopter that the sneaky English lady escaped on. He recognized the suit and stopped his group. There was four, wait, no, five of them, and they pretended to care. Then they dragged me into an alleyway and started going at me. I killed two of them, but my other shots missed and they took my gun."

"You're going to get yourself be-headed one day."

"Been there, done that," he mumbled, tilting his head so Natasha could clean his neck. "It's not really fun, getting my head chopped off. Ten out of ten would not do again." There was a knock on the door and Clint came inside, one eyebrow raised.

"You don't need to use memes to convey that you don't want to get your head cut off, you know," he said, taking a seat on the edge of the bathtub. Natasha eyed the bottle he held and she sighed.

"Why do you have a bottle of whiskey, Francis?"

"Well, he's been through a lot, I bed he'd like a drink," Clint reasoned, opening the bottle and offering it to Wade who accepted it gladly. He drank it straight from the bottle for a good ten seconds. Wade handed the bottle back and exhaled through his mouth.

"What the hell?" Natasha asked, staring at him. "How stupid are you, kid?" Wade shrugged.

"I regenerate endlessly. My liver'll be fine. I basically can't get drunk anymore. That burned a bit, though."

"You just chugged half a bottle of Jack Daniels. Of course it burned," Clint said with a chuckle. Natasha whacked his knee.

"Don't encourage this!"

"You're kidding me, right? I once got drunk on jello shots and cried for three hours about the flavors of ice cream that don't exist yet, and the next morning you gave me vodka as a remedy."

"That was last month, Clint! You took the vodka from the cupboard!"

"Hey, guys, I'd totally love to sit here and listen to this, but I don't want to," Wade cut in.

"I'll talk to you later," Natasha hissed, jabbing a finger a Clint who just rolled his eyes and took a gulp of whiskey. She turned back to Wade, smiled, and pulled his shoulders forward so she could unzip his suit. He took the top off and she cleaned the blood off his arms and his chest where he had been heavily battered.

"Anyways, I think I might have got some information about Peter. They were all really confused when I kept talking to them while they were beating me up, but I heard some murmurs of a warehouse or something and some guy named Jake or something." Natasha shot Clint a look and he nodded.

"I'll see you guys later." He patted Wade on the shoulder before he left and Natasha rinsed the cloth again.

"I think you're clean now. You should probably take a shower though, and definitely get some sleep." Wade sighed but nodded. "And I mean it this time, Winston. You need at least six hours of sleep, but I recommend at least seven or eight."

"Okay. What about Peter?" he asked, grasping for her wrist as she stood and turned toward the door.

"We'll find him. What you told us will help a lot. Now, get yourself cleaned up and get some sleep. It'll do you good. I'll see you later, Wade." Wade nodded and thanked her, barely paying attention as she walked out of the bathroom. He sat there for a good ten minutes, consumed in his own mind. He finally got in the shower and while he stood under the hot stream of water, he thought.

"You've got this, Wade," he whispered to himself, wiping the tears from his eyes. "You'll find him." He caught sight of the metal band on his finger and he fiddled with it, twisting it around. Then, to the ring, he said, "I'll find you, Pete."

***

Hey! I'm back again. I hope you enjoyed this one. kinda dramatic and stuff, and I know that I didn't really include Peter, but I wanted you to hear about Wade because he's the other half of the OTP and he has emotions too. the next chapter will be about Peter and maybe also Wade but idk and sometimes its hard to incorporate everyone.

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So yeah. That's it basically.

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