Spideypool ~ Book One

The Jump

Peter's POV

After I went home I kept thinking about Wade's face. He looked so hurt we he saw me, I never meant to hurt him, just myself. Everyone I get close to gets hurt, though. I can't do that to Wade, he'll be happier without me in his life.

I  texted Wade. Bye. I'm sorry.

He called, I denied.

He called again and again before he texted back. Peter what's going on?! I'm coming over.

Shit. I threw my phone on the couch and ran out the door. I shot my webs just above a window on a nearby building. I climbed up the building as fast as I could and hid behind a metal vent.

I saw Wade in his Deadpool suit knock on my door and then kick it open. In the distance, I heard glass shatter and soon after Wade came out with my phone in his hand. He looked around but thankfully didn't see me. He walked over to the building right next to the one I was on and stuck his knives in and started climbing. Once he got to the top I knew he would see me but he would see me if I jumped off too. 

Jumping off. Actually, that seems like a great idea now. I stood up. He saw me. I stepped on the ledge. He was running to get to me. I jump. I close my eyes. Wind hits my face and my hair goes up. Then my head hits something and I become engulfed in oblivion.

Wade's POV

I saw him immediately after he stood up. He walked to the ledge and jumped. No webs shot out he just closed his eyes and fell. I jumped off the building to and landed on my feet. Peter was still falling. He hit his head on a pole that stuck out from the brick walls. 

I caught him. He was bleeding majorly on his head, his skull probably cracked open. I could hear sirens in the distance and murmurs from the people who had seen him fall. His eyes opened and they started rolling in and out of his head. I hold him close and run to the first ambulance that stops. They set him on a stretcher lift him in. I jump in next to him.

A paramedic looks at me and says, "Thank you for catching him but you can't be on here."

"Oh, is that so."

He nods and gulps as I stand up. I tower over him, he must only be about five six. I grab his shirt collar and lift him up so he's level with me and say, "Come on buddy, we wouldn't have had a problem, but since you said that I can either sit here and not hurt you, or I can slit your throat and laugh while you die. By the way, that guy", I point at Peter," is my boyfriend."

I set him down and brush off his shoulders. He yells at the other guys saying that I can be here. After a few moments, the big doors close and we take off. 

Peter's eyes are closed but he was breathing. I hold his hand and whisper," I love you Petey."