The Eye Of The Beholder

Chapter 16: Fireside Chat With Cap

Deadpool

I open my eyes startled by another nightmare. My arms are still folded over my chest and I'm still sitting next to Petey. I look over at him. Still breathing. Heart's still beating. Not awake.

I close my eyes again letting my head hang down almost to the point where my chin touches my chest.

"Wade." I look up. Cap.

"Yes?" My voice comes out weak and sorrowful.

"How you holdin' up?" He hands me a mug with a dark steaming liquid in it.

"Not much better than him." I look at Petey. The gas mask is still over his face.

"That's tea, by the way. It should help calm your nerves and help stop the nightmares."

"You noticed the...." I stop unable to communicate.

"Wade, you are one of the most talkative people I've ever met and you have hardly said anything the entire time you've been here. Its hard not to notice." He sips his coffee or tea or whatever.

If Spidey dies can we fuck Cap?

I hold my breathe at Insanity's words.

"I...you..."

Cap cuts me off. "Its alright, Wade. I just...when you first showed up, I thought you were bragging or trying to threaten us and used him as an example." He takes another sip. "I've never seen you care about anyone the way you cared for Ellie."

He immediately realizes his mistake, moving his mug away from his face. "I'm sorry. I..."

"Its okay. If it wasn't for you and Logan, I would still be there."

The only person I really loved besides Weasel was my daughter, Ellie. She was beautiful, sweet, but the only thing anyone cared about was that she had my genes. That made her dangerous. The people that turned me into Weapon X, killed her. Steve tried to drag me, but even the Patriot couldn't pull me away from her body. He had to call in the Wolverine to help get me away. If they hadn't, I would still leaning over her body crying.

Steve nods and the both of us stay quiet for a long time. The only sound I can hear is Spidey's heart monitor and his slow breathing in and out.

"Is he gonna be okay?" I whisper, not really knowing if I want the answer.

"He should be. At least that's..that's what Bruce says. I don't really know much about what he does but he's good at it so I trust him to fix Pe--Spidey."

"Peter has helped me so much in such a short amount of time," I say emphasizing that I know his name. "Just the talks, the chats over food. I...the voices don't insult me as much anymore..."

He sits down next to me. "You don't argue with them anymore about..." he gestures to his face.

I shake my head.

We can start anew if you'd like. We have plenty more jokes.

I pull my mask off slowly.

I would like to politely remind you that Captian America is not Spiderman and he will likely think we aren't appealing.

"Every time I take off my mask, they remind me, that I'm disfigured, except when I'm with him," I mutter.

"Even just now?" He seems genuinely concerned. I guess that's where Pete gets it.

I only nod.

"Wade, you know that I wouldn't try to hurt you unless you tried to hurt one of us. Unlike most people, you can be reasoned with. I think that's why Pete started to spend so much time with you even when we said he shouldn't.

"He knew you could be good even when you didn't know it yourself. Maybe you falling for him was an accident or he used it to help you, but without you, he would definitely be dead. I'm proud of you, Wade. And as for the disfigured thing, Pete definitely sees something in you. His eyes light up when he talks about you."

He...he used our feelings to get to us...? No wonder he seemed to like us so much. He was faking.

You dont just fake sex like that...right? The way he was kissing us had to be real.

"He talked about me?" I ask, trying to drown them out with Steve's calm voice.

"Yeah." Steve does the sexy half smirk-chuckle. "Whenever Tony wasn't around he would ask me to chat and he told me all about how you were getting better. He even told me you gave him a Deadpool build-a-bear."

"Made the little costume myself." I grin.

"I was sort of surprised when he admitted to sobbing on the roof when he thought you weren't healing." My smile turns slowly to a frown. "Did you...did you kill yourself?"

I bite the inside of my lower lip. "Yes..."

"Do you mind if I ask, why?"

I inhale.

Don't say it...

Wade....

"I used to do it to see Lady Death, but I also found it relieving because it meant no voices."

"It doesn't... it doesn't hurt?"

"Only when I wake up again."

He nods, trying to understand. There is a small silence.

"What...else did he say?" I wonder aloud.

"Mostly about how much he loves spending time with you. He even...uhmm...he mentioned you might have...had sex..."

Heat rises in my cheeks.

I told you he wasn't faking.

"He said you saved him when Venom showed up. And took care of his scratches, and all that."

I give a small smile then look down.

"What's wrong?"

I stare down into my tea. "What if....if I didn't get him here fast enough? If I debated too long and...." I can't bring myself to say it.

"Peter will be fine, Wade. Bruce Banner is no amateur. He'll fix Peter." Steve stands up, his mug in hand. "I'll be back later with something for you to eat." He pats my shoulder as he exits the room.

My ears burn as Peter's heart rate threads itself into my brain.