" He was poking you with a stick?"
( What kind of stick! If it was THAT kind of stick I'm going to have to give old tin can a piece of my mind.) White growls.
[ It wasn't that type of stick you moron.]
( He's been taken advantage of by a married billionaire!) White cries.
" Would you shut up, that's not what happened." Wade snaps glaring to the side like somehow it was White sitting next to him at Peter's breakfast bar.
Peter raises an eyebrow but doesn't ask as he continues. " Yeah, anyway. He uh, wasn't very happy when he actually started to talk seriously about what happened. Says I should stay away from you and give Someone else a try and to just get out of this when I still can. "
" Oh..."
[ This is it. He's finally realizing the mistake he made. Finally seeing the failure and monster we are thanks to the help of another to finally open his eyes.]
Wade looks at the ground as an empty, cold pit starts to form in his chest. He really had been stupid to think any of this would last. It was becoming too good to be true and now it really is.
[ You don't deserve anything anyway. This was only going to end in disaster if it went any further. All you can do is break things. You break everything you touch. Your not meant to ever have anything nice because all you are is garbage and that all you'll ever deserve. Don't fight this. We all know it's for the best. This way no one gets hurt.]
' I get hurt.'
[ But no one cares about you. Not even us, the two closest things you'll ever have to anything nice. Us and that pretty little nine millimeter under your pillow. Those nice shiny bullets in the carefully cleaned magazine all just for us. Give it up, you're nothing, and you deserve nothing.]
( You can't speak for me.) White spits at his fellow box
[ Yeah? Then what do you have to say for yourself? Do you actually care about him, this body we are stuck in for eternity? What do you have to defend this garbage?] Yellow asks Nastily.
White seems to falter slightly unsure how to respond.
' Stop '
[ Why should I? Because you asked me to? Why should I ever listen to a piece of trash?]
" Wade." Peter says softly. At some point while Wade was off, consumed by the boxes words Peter had moved to stand next to him, having turned Wade in his seat to face him. " Wade come back here okay. Don't fall into yourself like that. They're bothering you aren't they. What are they saying? Who are they?" Peter asks.
( Peter cares )
[ Peter deceives ]
Wade doesn't answer but instead looks down.
" Come on Wade. Use your words. You of all people know how." Peter says softly.
" I'm not worth your time Peter. I'm just an ugly monster that's nothing but trash."
Peter's fingers that have been gripping Wade's shoulders slightly dig in to grab him with more force. " No one has ever said that Wade."
" They don't have to. I can see it in the way they look at me, the way they talk about me like I'm not there. Yellow reminds me everyday what a failure I am. How I deserve nothing." Wade says sourly, not looking at Peter.
" Who's Yellow? ... Is that who you talk to?" Peter asks, his expression changing slowly to look like he was ready to start growling.
[ Don't answer that.] Yellow snaps.
( Tell him. I want him to know. Yellow just stop being sucks. Stick in the mud.)
" Stick in the mud is an understatement." Wade says.
" Wade." Peter says.
[ Tell him and He'll walk out.]
( We're in his apartment...)
Yellow glares at White is he could. [ We will literally walk out, and he will walk out of our life]
Wade stares at Peter for a long time, having an internal conflict that surpass most any persons'. " Yes," He answers quietly, hoping maybe Peter wouldn't hear.
[ You better take one good look at that ass you and White love so much when he walks out. It'll be the last time you'll see it.]
" Come on, tell me." Peter says having gained some control over his expression as he tries to influence Wade to stand.
The Merc gives him a hesitant look before following, expecting to be led to the door rather then the second hand couch Peter has in his small apartment. Wade gives him a confused look and is only answered by being pulled down onto it.
" What are you doing?"
" What do you mean what am I doing? I'm making you sit down so it's a little more comfortable." Peter says.
" Comfortable for what?"
[ He's making this more painful just so he can hurt you more. He wants to see your pain. He wants to torture the monster he's stuck with. He horrid person fate has destined him with. ]
" We're going to talk, because this isn't nothing. I can see its talking to you right now. The way your looking at me like you think your going to be eaten alive." Peter says.
" Why do you want me here? I'm not okay. I'm just going to end up hurting you somehow-"
" Because I'm not either. Your Mine. And I think it's clear that I'm not okay either when others try to take what belongs to me." Peter says in a new tone, eyes looking thoroughly over Wade.
( One man paralyzed, two under intensive care.) White quotes the news paper.
" I'm yours?" Wade questions, still not quite used to the though of another finding ownership over him.
" Mine. Your my boyfriend. And I'll take care of you."
[ He's just saying that]
( We belong to him, and he is ours. Our little Spider.)
' He doesn't like being called little.'
" Tell me, please." Peter says speaking softly now, gently moving closer. He pulls a blanket from the back of the couch and puts it over them to share before he settles looking at Wade.
( Tell him about me first.)
" There's Two of them actually. Yellow and White." Wade says staring at the blanket, feeling Peter's eyes on him.
Holy fluckers extravaganza. 2 K in this short of time??!! Thank you, you all ( damn English language.. You you and a tutu)
This writer is extremely pleased with you my pumpkins ^-^
And sorry if I get anything about NY wrong. I live in the middle of no where in basically a state with a smaller population then Manhattan.... So I have no real experience or idea about how that sort of life works. But I can walk to Canada, have a northern accent and tend to say aye so....
And suggestions on improving my city scenes would be awesome!
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FanfictionAlmost everyone receives a stopwatch. It counts down to the very second that one will come face to face with their soulmate. It is supposed to be one of the most precious things anyone will ever possess. Peter has a Stopwatch. He hates it. He hates...
