Spideypool fanfic

In Love

It's been a while, I've caught up on all of the work I missed at school, it's a surprise I do because I spend more than half of the time day dreaming about Wade... Little did I know maybe I should have been paying more attention to... The mutants or, unnatural beings, I had an encounter with.
The only time Wade and I saw each other was when we were out on patrol or when I went to that corner store but, I only go there on weekends. Wade says he can't wait to take me on an actual date but as it turns out, the city never really gives us a break from crime, lately the number of accidents has increased a hell of a lot more than usual, it never stops. Unless I have homework... Like tonight.
"Peter!" It's Aunt Mays voice.
"Yes Aunt May!" I call back from my room and hear tiny footsteps from outside my door.
"Can I come in?" I love the sound of Aunt Mays soft voice... It's so calming. I didn't realize how precious it was until I didn't hear it for such a long time...
"Yes!" I call out and the door soon opens to reveal my tiny, skinny but beautiful aunt. My face pulls up in a smile to great her and hers does the same. I notice the little crinkles cracking through her skin by the eyes when she smiles, my smile widens.
"I just wanted to remind you of the trip I'm taking, for the wedding, I'm leaving tomorrow so you'll have the apartment to yourself for a couple weeks." She all of sudden becomes more serious, brows tugging forwards and inward as she points her finger at me, "No parties, make sure to do your homework, don't stay up too late," her expression softens as she drops her hand back by her side, "please be safe... And have fun." I watch my aunt hold her arms out for a hug and I chuckle, getting up and wrapping my last blood family member in my arms.
I almost forgot about her trip, we don't have a lot of money but Aunt May has a few friends that are good to her and us. One of them has a wedding in Florida and they are quite established with their money, so they are paying for my Aunt. First Aunt May wouldn't accept it, because she doesn't like using other people's money like that but her friend argued that after everything my Aunt has done for her and she couldn't miss the wedding, blah blah blah... Obviously my aunts friend is older, which I never understood why she would get married at such an old age, but then I met Wade... And suddenly the whole love thing kind of made sense to me... God I miss him too...
"And you have to call me everyday! Twice! No... Four times!" We share a soft laugh and I kiss my aunt on the forehead. Her skin is withered and soft...
"Do you need any help packing?" I ask, but we both already know the answer.
"No, but thank you, I have it all packed." Her voice has a certain softness like a calming melody. She gives me another one of those crinkle eyed smiles before exiting my room. I smile and close my door, sitting back down at my desk.
My Spidey senses start to go off, I sneak down to check on my aunt, she's fine, I look all around the house, everything is fine... I go back to my room... When a certain knock interrupts my uncertainty. Only, thee knock is not one on the wooden door, but one on my glass window. Slowly my head turns towards it, I sigh in relief, it's just Wade. A smile brightens my face and I roll my eyes, shooting a wed and lifting the window up with that, but something unexpected happens.
"Wade!" I rush towards him as he falls to the ground, a low weak groaning exiting his mouth, there's blood everywhere! "What happened to you?!" I get him to my bed and his chest heaves, eyes squeezed shut tightly in the agony.
"M-mutants... Th-they shot this... S-stuff and I stopped... HEALING!" The last word is a yell as his eyes literally almost shoot out of his head they widen so big, hand griping his middle and he makes another almost unnatural pained noise. His breaths start coming in short bursts of gasping wheezes.
I run to the bathroom in my room to get the first aid kit, and the disinfectant. If he isn't healing than he may not fight off the factors that could cause infection and I don't know how long this will last so it has to be done... Man this is gonna hurt more than when my burn was being disinfected...
I reach to a spot where he doesn't seemed to be so damaged and rip off the shirt of his suit, hope he doesn't mind but by the pain flickering behind those taunted eyes I can tell me ripping his shirt is the least of his problems and worries. Besides, it was pretty much destroyed anyways. When I finally get a good look at his naked torso, a gasp is yanked from me and I'm frozen a sheer moment in shock.
"My God Wade..." I grab a belt and fold it, holding it in front of his mouth, he gets the memo right away and opens his tense jaw so the belt can slip between his teeth. Immediately, his jaw clenches it helplessly. I sigh and give him a sympathetic but hopeful look before poring the disinfectant.
"AGHHHHHHHH!! NNNG! NNNNGH!! MMMMM!!" I watch the tears slip from his eyes as he arches into such an extent of mass pain.
"Shhh... Shhh... It's okay Wade, you're going to be okay, I promise... I won't let you go..." I suddenly become aware of Aunt May, but she hasn't checked on me yet... That's weird... And then my eyes land on the clock in my room and I realize she's gone for her night shift at the hospital. Phew...
"The worst is over now Wade... I need to stitch you up okay?" Sweat beads trickle down his forehead as he nods once, not opening his eyes as he desperately fights to control it all. I lean down and my lips embrace his bruised and scarred cheek with a soft kiss before I quickly get a cold wet towel for his forehead. As quickly and efficiently as I can, I start stitching the deepest wounds first. The deepest on his torso is probably the cut ranging all the way diagonally across his chest, it's so deep I think I can see a bone or two ... I don't even want to imagine the pain he must be in... After stitching that up I give him some pills to try and help with the pain but I know his body temperature will probably burn it off easily.
He has a stab wound just above his hip, he's lucky if it didn't go all the way through him! I do what I can with that and deal with the other deep cuts scattered across his torso. I haven't even started on his back or legs yet! And I'd doubt it if several things weren't severely broken in his body, I'll have to deal with those after.
He seems to have calmed down a lot now, maybe the pills kicked in. His breaths come in uneven wheezing noises and every now and again I'll here it hitch or a whimpering noise will sneak past his vocal cage. I flinch every time he does that, but I have to continue even if it's hurting him, because if I don't... I could... I don't even wanna think about loosing him. I won't... I can't...
"Wade I'm going to turn you on your stomach so I can patch up your back okay?" He nods once slowly, I can tell just that movement hurts him. As I try and turn him as carefully as possible, he holds his breath, every muscle bulging as he's so tense... He breaths heavily and short when he's finally on his stomach. I haven't seen those eyes since the disinfectant and he hasn't taken the belt out of his mouth, probably good because I have to disinfect his back which is just as bad and maybe worse than his front... Oh god... His entire body is painted in black, blue, purple and red. His back is the stem of it! So many cuts along it and huge bruises that cover huge chunks of his back in different fractions. One is painted over his entire shoulder! Including the shoulder blade! It covers almost a quarter or half of his back, I can't tell if it continues due to the mass of blood splattered over him. I'm going to have to disinfect the wounds again and I can already tell it's going to hurt more than the first time...
"I have to disinfect again-" he makes a pained noise at the news, interrupting me... I pity him so much right now... I wish it was me in his place, or I wish I could just make it all go away! I sigh as I poor practically the whole bottle out and he has not the energy to scream through the belt like he did before. Instead his hands grip the sheets repeatedly as his tenseness flares even further and the only sounds he can make are ones making me want to cover my ears. It's like the devil has reached inside of his throat, and mercilessly yanked free muffled noises that i can easily tell burn his throat, but not worse than the inferno he feels. Like pain has engulfed him in a cocoon or the purest agonizing burning hell... And all I can do is watch and make it worse before it gets better...
I lean down, a hand gently caressing the back of his head, my eyes land on the tears that escape carelessly from the cavern gates of his eyes bolted shut so tightly I'm surprised they even manage to get out... And the drops of sweat going them in the escape. Every breath he does now ends in a whimpering gasping noise.
"I know... I know it hurts Wade... I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... I'm going to take care of you now... Just keep breathing... Please... And keep your heart beating... Please..." I start doing what I did before with the stitching. It seems like forever when I've finally finished everything, the stitching, bandaging, checking his broken bones and taking care of those, he's got a few broken ribs, a broken leg and fractured arm. He's left in his boxers because I had to have access to his legs due to the fact that he had a couple stab and cut wounds in those as well. By the time I finished his back he was left completely vulnerable in an exhausted state... He couldn't really move before but now his body was completely limp on my bed. I cleaned the blood up on him best I could and would definitely help give him a proper bath later. Due to my enhanced abilities I have fair strength and it's pretty easy to lift Wade, I take him carefully in my arms and look around for somewhere to lay him while I change the bloody sheets on my bed. I just decide to put him in the bath tub because it's really the only place he can be laying down. I try to make it as comfortable as possible though with a fresh blanket and pillow behind his head. The belt is gone now and he just lays there motionless, looking so terrible... He's always so beautiful but... He's so beaten up... I sigh and change the sheets so I can move him back to the bed where it will be the most comfortable for him.
Aunt May normally comes home and doesn't bother me, I lock my door just in case. In the mornings I normally get up on my own so I only see her when I go downstairs for breakfast. And she's leaving tomorrow anyways so I can take care of Wade easily without her finding out. I'll say goodbye to her in the morning before she leaves.
I carry Wade back over to my bed and slip him beneath the covers gently.
"There you go Beautiful..." I say and cup his cheek in my hand before lightly placing a peck on his lips, I feel him try and kiss back and smile a little, pulling away. "Just rest now Wade... I'll be right here." I know he'll be more comfortable with me beside him because I know I was when I was hurt. So I climb under the covers beside him and do my best to hold him in my arms without hurting him. I can see his facial expression ease and I can tell if he was able, he would smile.
"I love you Wade..." I whisper and kiss his temple softly. I can almost here his voice saying...
"I love you Peter..." And I smile a little more, holding him protectively yet soft and lovingly.
"I won't let go... I can't..." I whisper as he slowly falls asleep... And it's true. I can't lose him... I won't... Won't be able to... I don't want to think about it. Instead I think and figure out what it was that made my Spidey senses go off. And suddenly it just hits me... Slaps me straight in the face, making my eyes widen as I look down at Wade's beaten face. It was him. When he was... When he was getting hurt... My Spidey senses, went off. I see the good side in this, that I'll know when he needs help... But the not so good thing about it is the paranoia. Every time my Spidey senses go off my brain will automatically think WADE!! And now that he can actually be hurt... It's even worse. I sigh and wonder what our lives would be like if we were normal. I try to envision Wade without the scars... Which I soon realize is impossible if I'm envisioning the Wade Wilson I see now, because his scars are a part of him... But still it's kind of funny to picture him with a tuff of hair growing from his head and all. I wouldn't want him any other way than he is now... But I would want a normal life for the both of us... I know that can never happen, because this is what life gave us, and were only making the best out of what we have, but still... I can't help but wonder... What it would have been like... When my eyes close, and I drift into sleep beside my love, with him in my arms, I dream of an alternate universe... I see a little house on a hill and children laughing with Wade as I lean in the doorframe, watching my beautiful family play outdoors. Everything seems to pass in slow motion as Wade lifts our little girl into the air and she squeals giggling. Our boy has wrapped himself around Wades leg and when he puts down our girl she latches onto his other leg. He looks at me with a look that says 'help' and all I do is laugh, walking over to him as he takes a few giant steps with our children leached onto his shins and feet. I smile and he grins and smiles back as I take his face in my hands all in one motion, kissing him with the deepest kind of passion only our limitless love can bring. When I pull away to look into his eyes, I feel my Spidey senses go wack and suddenly I'm not staring into those eyes anymore... The wind washes him away into ashes, our children are gone! I hear them scream from the house as I'm spun around and drop to my knees, the house coming into view burning to the ground and the screaming stops as the tears leak from my face. No...
I gasp as I jolt awake, I realize my cheeks are damp and wet, when my hands trail up to wipe the liquid away I realize I was crying in my sleep. I sigh and go to the bathroom, washing my face before looking out at Wade. I keep checking to make sure he's there... I keep checking to make sure the wind won't take him away in a whirl of ashes... Because I can't... I can't let him go. He can't leave me... But now one of my worst fears is possible. Someone can take him from me... And even... Even if they do, my heart... He is my heart... Won't be able to... To let him go. I can't... It just isn't possible... I lie down and cuddle closer to him; absorbing his warmth and scent deeply (though there is still the other masking scent of blood). I almost feel like crying again... But I don't, I hold it back for him, he'll be able to comfort me later but right now he needs to be comforted.
My head nuzzles his skin softly as I hold him. It's early morning, I stay awake for hours just watching him sleep like an angel... Even if he's injured... He's still so Beautiful... Beyond anything I've ever seen... I lightly trace the scars on his hand, playing with it and lacing his fingers with mine. The corner of his mouth twitches for a smile and I smile back, leaning in and kissing his cheek. I lay there with him for the next hours until I hear my aunt ruffle around and getting ready to leave, I kiss wades temple again and whisper, "I'll be back soon okay... I promise." I kiss his shoulder, bicep, forearm, wrist and hand before finally letting it go. I don't want to but I have to if I want to say good bye to Aunt May. I make sure there's no blood on my clothes and go down to the kitchen to great her, closing my door on the way out of my room. Trusting that my Spidey senses will go off if he's in trouble or needs my help.
"Good morning Peter."
"Good morning Aunt May." I smile at her, she has her suit case all ready and walks by me to get her shoes on.
"Are you okay Peter, you look troubled?"
"Hmm? No I'm fine, just didn't sleep great is all." I give her a reassuring smile, "Thanks for asking though Aunt May." I lean against the counter, "Are you leaving now?" She nods in response so I walk over to her to embrace her in one last giant hug. I can tell she's holding back tears, she hates leaving me and being away from me, but I know she'll have a good time. I hate not being near her because I can't protect her but after all she has lived this long and I go out on patrols, she goes out to work and such so I trust and I'm just hoping she'll be okay.
"Are you wearing the same clothes you wore yesterday?" She asks, looking me up and down, I chuckle.
"Yes I got tired and didn't get time to change before I fell asleep." I explain and she nods an 'okay'.
"Remember what I told you last night?" She becomes a little more stern and I laugh again lightly, nodding.
"Of course, how could I forget?" We exchange smiles before embracing again.
"Well I must be going or I'll miss the flight." She leans up in her tip toes to kiss my forehead and I kiss her soft cheek before letting her walk to the door, though she stops in the doorframe to give me that crinkle eyed smile I love.
"I love you Peter!" She says and as she turns to go I call back.
"Love you Aunt May!" I smile and wave, taking her place in the doorframe as a taxi pulls up to take her to the airport. I offered a while ago to take her to the airport myself but she insisted I stay home this early and it's a good thing too because I have to take care of Wade. When the cab is out of view I go back inside, locking the door and skipping up the stairs two by two and even three by three at a time, heart beating a little faster as I rush to my room, my nightmare's got me all paranoid today, great... I feel a wave of relief wash over me when I find Wade just exactly where I left him.
He groans as his head turns and his eyes open slowly, almost as if they've been glued together and stuck like that for ages and only now we're they being renewed in their awakening.
"How do you feel Beautiful?" I know he loves it when I call him Beautiful. It's a little more symbolic for him and us... Due to the fact that everyone he's ever known has pretty much hated on his appearance, including himself. But I'm a completely different story.
"Never..." His breath hitches a little and he exhales, "Been better..." His voice is a little hoarse and small due to what he put his vocals through yesterday and the sleeping. A comforting smile plays on my lips as I sit in my bed, back leaning against its frame and I lay Wade in my lap, taking his hand and gently fiddling with it again.
"You should... S-see the other guys..." He manages to say and I chuckle lightly, leaning down and pecking his lips smoothly.
"Just shut up Wade, before you hurt yourself even more." I say with lightness to my voice, staying close to his face. One of his eyes is swollen and colourful.
"Bet I look like a rainbow..." He says and I roll my eyes smiling lightly, leaning back against the bed frame again.
"Makes sense..." He says and I cock up an eyebrow as if saying 'what do you mean?' or 'how do?'. A weak soft chuckle exhales his mouth, a small coughing fit following it and wincing due to the pain it causes.
"Wade! See what talking does to you!" I get a little stern, realizing how alike I am to my Aunt, and hold him tighter. "I told you not to talk!"
"Makes sense cause... You know... Rainbows... And I'm gay... Or... You know... D-definitely not straight." He ignores my protests and keeps talking, I fight to keep a straight stern face.
"Oh c-cummon Petey... Y-you know you want to-agh... Laugh." He says that last word painfully.
"Wade. Do you need me to shut you up again?" I ask, leaning down so our lips brush together.
"Y-yes..." He says in a half gasp, and I grin a little smiling softly as I kiss his with a deep fiery passion. We both smile into the kiss, I'm kind of upside down to him during my leaning over and I pull away to make sure he doesn't loose his breath. His breathing endurance is probably low due to the capacity of everything his body has been put through.
He pants a little, as expected, I see the hunger in those alluring light brown eyes... I can see I'm distracting him from his pain, smiling I kiss him again as he leans in for more. I trail just my fingertips down his chest and a little shiver runs through him, making me smile even more, I pull away again to let him breath, this time he pants more and faster.
"Y-you literally... T-take my breath away." The corner of his mouth twitches but I can tell he's in pain.
"Alright Wade Wilson, enough smootching for now, you need medical attention." I say, pecking his lips quickly before moving away to get more pills.
"Awe..." He pouts and I chuckles lightly at him, glad for his sense of humour even in the worst of times. I help him sit up though it takes a lot of effort for him and a lot of hurt.
"Here." I aid him in taking the pills, "Are you thirsty? Hungry? Itchy? Do you need something? Need to go to the bathroom?" The tightness in his chest and his body conditions stifles his light chuckle.
"I'm f-fine P-Peter... Thank you... Uhm... B-but some water, would be nice..." I know he doesn't like needing help, we share that same dislike, but he's not stupid, and knows he needs it.
"Okay I'll be right back, okay Beautiful?" I kiss his forehead and then peck his face gently but quickly all over, making him smile as his eyes close.
"Alright Gorgeous..." He says and I peck his lips once more before exiting the room to get a couple bottles of water from the fridge, when I return I'm satisfied and relieved to find him right where I left him, once again...
"E-everything a-alright Peter..?" There is concern in his voice, he must have noticed my uneasiness. I feel bad because I'm the one suppose to be taking care of him yet he is still so dominant in taking care of me... I shouldn't make him feel like it has to be that way...
I open the cap of the bottle of water for him, setting the other down on my nightstand.
"I'm just... Worried about you is all..." I lift the bottle to his lips and help him take a few sips, he makes a satisfied noise and I smile a little.
"Thank you..." He says and I put the cap back on and set it beside the other one.
"Thank you too Wade..." He reaches with the effort he has for my hand and I smile, taking it in both of mine and kissing it lovingly.
"Peter... I've got you... So you don't need to worry about me... Because as long as I have you, I'll be more than okay. No matter what condition I'm in." He smiles the brightest he can manage and I shake my head in disbelief at how... How charming and how affectionate he is...
"You're indescribably unbelievable you know that?" We exchange smiles and light chuckles before leaning in so we can embrace in a kiss that sends me head over heels completely melting into this love of ours... And I know, "I'm in love with you Wade Wilson..." A light blush tip toes across to dusk my cheeks.
"I'm in love with you Peter Parker..." He says back and I smile wider, I can see his smile travel to his eyes, twinkling in them. He makes me feel such an overwhelming happiness even when he's in overwhelming pain. And that, is what true love really is. Not stupid sacrifice, it's the highest amount of affection, being tributes from both sides as best and as much as possible. I love him, so in love with him. It drives me wild and keeps me sane all at the same time... But I'm okay with that, I love it... I love him... I'm in love, with him.

SORRY SORRY SORRY !!! I know it's been a while , like a really long time , I'm publishing this without rereading it so if there are any spelling mistakes or errors or things that don't make sense well I apologize I'll proof read later but I wanted to get this chapter out as soon as possible and I'm hopping the extent of it will help make up for the long wait . Thanks for reading , please comment , I like feedback and constructive criticism to help me become a better writer , thanks again <3 love you all

(Finally reread , though there are probably still some spelling errors , my bad >< )