Chapter 15: A Cry For Help

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Note: Underlined italicized is a flashback

Deadpool

This is officially the worst day of my life. Yes, I got him out of that hell hole but...he...he hasn't woken up yet.

I can't do this. Not after Weasel. My best friend. My only friend. And now Spidey. My Peter.

"WHY IS IT THAT I LOSE THE ONLY PEOPLE I CARE ABOUT?!" I scream, chucking one of my mugs across the room. It shatters into pieces. I don't really know if I'm hoping for an answer or if I'm only screaming because I know why, somewhere in my heart, I know why I lose them.

He can't be. He just...he just can't.

But we love him and he loves us. This isn't how it's supposed to end. Author please...

Tears begin to well up into my eyes as I start to think about the day I realized he did actually care about us. The day we saw his face. The day he cried over me on the roof.

"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."

Peter doesn't have anyone. The same as us. Well, he's got the Avengers but they don't really care much for me.

Maybe that's what I have to do.

You...you can't. Wade, they will kill us and before we fully wake up, they will kill us again.

If we don't ever wake up, we will never be able to save Petey.

"I have to try."

Wade...

"LOGIC, LISTEN!! Please..."

Both of them stay quiet.

"If we don't try and he dies, we will never live with the guilt. If we do try and they don't give us the chance, at least they won't let us be alive long enough to have to suffer."

Still silence.

"We have to try."

Okay.

I hope this works.

I lift Petey into my arms, cradling  him, then teleport my way directing into the center of the Avengers tower.

"Lock down initiated," an automated voice says.

Thanks a lot, Jarvis.

"Wait!" I cry out, looking around. The archer, a tin man, the one who turns green, an assassin, a god, and the African king, all stand ready to attack me.

Captain America steps into the circle of Avengers. "What are you doing here...is that...?" He trails off looking at Peter's limp body in my arms. "What did you do to him?" He assumes a stance, taking a few steps back to join the others.

"Please..." my voice cracks taking everyone off guard. My eyes well up with tears again. My legs turn to jello and my knees give him. I collapse on the floor in front of all of them. I delicately set Petey down, and yank my mask off. Everyone takes a step back, except Cap.

"Please help him. You have to. You've gotta help him." Tears stream down my scared cheeks as look at Spiderman's limp body. "You're the heroes. You can fix him." I run my hand over his cheek.

No one moves even an inch.

"Please..." I rest my forehead against Spidey's. "Do whatever you want with me. Lock me up. Take my teleporter, my weapons. I don't care, just help him." I inhale shakily. My entire body is shaking with every breath.

Cap steps towards me putting his shield back on his back.

"Steve.." Tony starts.

"Wait. Just have my back." He kneels in front of me and looks me in the eyes. "You really are sincere, aren't you, Wade?"

My bottom lip quivers as a brand new crying fit starts. I look down.

Steve lifts up Peter in his arms and runs him out of the room. Banner follows sharply after him.

"STEVE?!" Clint calls after them.

"Mr. Rogers would like you to follow them, Mr. Wilson," Jarvis reports back to me.

Through blurred vision, I can see a  hologram arrow come up in the middle of the hall they went down. I pull my mask over my face and run after them. Jarvis' holograms give me perfect directions to the building's med bay. Seeing Peter with an oxygen mask over his face starts up a brand new spring of tears.

"Wade." Cap must have been calling my name for ages.

I shouldn't have let him patrol alone. I didn't need to hunt for Taskmaster. Peter is way more important.

"Wade, I need to know what happened."

This is one occasion where the truth is the only good option.

Tell him everything.

The only thing I omit is when Petey and I had sex. Otherwise, the whole truth was told. I trust Cap. He is the only one who ever tried to respect me. He tried his best to save my Ellie when no one else thought it was worth it. Steve deserves my respect.

"You- you really do love him don't you?" he whispers.

I swallow, nodding.

And we never told him.

And now we might never get the chance.

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