Till Death Do Us... Part??

Look At Me

Peter's Pov!

Wade opened the door to see Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, and some girl that people call Pamela Isley, at the door.

"So?" Wade began, his voice soft but his eyes showed that he was extremely pissed.

"A few people downstairs were being dumbasses, and wound up breaking a really nice statue of a woman." Pamela said nonchalantly, staring at her long nails.

The deep voice of Bruce followed, and with an odd sort of cautious excitement said;

"You died last night, and you're just walking around like there's nothing wrong with you?"

Wade disregarded the Bruce, and zoned in on Pamela's eyes.

"Who?" Was his deadly question, which led me to realize that the statue that was destroyed was more than likely to have been his mother's statue.

My eyes widen as I look on at the girl smile a bit before opening her mouth to tell on whomever it was that basically took away one of Wade's precious art pieces.

Or was it his father? They were both situated somewhat close to one another, to resemble his father sitting on the throne, and the statue of his mother was placed to look as if she's standing behind him.

Gods she was a regal looking woman, the stone possibly not being able to catch all of her beauty, but still amazing nonetheless.

"I don't know." Was her bright answer. I could tell that wade was getting extremely pissed off, so I said a quick thank you to the girl, and shut the door in their faces before turning Wade towards me with my strength.

"Wade, baby, look at me love, I know that it's not okay, I know that. But you need to take a moment to calm down and breathe." I knew that he wasn't lost in his mind.

His boxes weren't speaking to him right now, but it was his beast. He was beginning to snarl, and clench his fists rapidly in an attempt to reclaim control over what was trying to get out.

I brought my man's face over to me, and lifted off his mask.

His eyes startled me, but did not deter me from bringing my Wade back.

They were, instead of his beautiful greenish baby blues, his eyes had turned a deadly shade of gold, mixed with swirling tones of purple.

His skin was not the same either. It had begun to turn black with gold accenting his most prominent facial features.

His skin had begin to smooth, and wisps of gold began to grow from his head.

Though it was undoubtedly sexy as all hell, I couldn't let him do this.

"Honey, please don't go there. You don't know who did this, and I don't think you want to do this either. Are you afraid that if you let go you'll kill innocent people?" I asked, though I knew that the answer was partially a no, because that's what he does, only for money.

"No! I don't... want --argh!!-- to kill you!!" He spoke his eyes flickering back and forth through his fight to not phase out.

Once they began to fade back into their normal color Wade and his chimera side both fell back in pain.

He was fighting too hard and I think it may have caused a petal to fall prematurely.

He literally began to smack his head on the ground to get himself together, which makes me see him in a whole new light.

He may be a big tough assassin, but he's mine to protect now, even if I have to fight to keep him from harming himself.

With a whole lot of care I picked Wade up, and placed him on a wall, where he attempted to do the same to it that he'd done to the floor.

I webbed up the wall so that he'd not give himself a concussion, and webbed his arms and legs to him tightly before picking him up and taking him to the bed.

Once he was down on the pillow I began my attempts to calm him down back up again, and laid right next to the squirming anti-hero.

I sang to him in a soft tone, a song that aunt may said was passed down for centuries from generation to generation, that managed to calm even the most upset of people.

" In the morning when the sun rises,
The birds will start to sing,
No matter where you may be,
Listen to them tweet.

'Where have you been young one,
Where will you go?
I'll watch over you darling,
Longer than you'll know.

There's so much waiting,
And lurking past walls,
But I'll be there staying,
With you through it all.'

Then they will stop singing,
And silence will fall,
But they'll still be sitting,
Looking out for us all."

As I finished, I noticed four very amazing things.

One, I'd begun crying. Two, Wade was crying as well. Three Wade was Wade again. And four, my restraints on Wade were broken, and two gloved hands pulled me close into a hug.

I hadn't noticed the positively stunning sight of my love crying, until he hiccupped uncontrollably.

The rest followed after that, and I was happy that I'd gotten him back.

I was pulled towards the uncovered face of the only man I think I'll ever really love unconditionally, sorry not sorry Clark, and into a sweet and slow kiss.

"I love you Petey. How could I not love you?" He asked.

"I'm not always lovable... I can be a sarcastic little shit sometimes, I've never really shown emotion towards my ex's, even before my aunt May's murder... I don't know how you couldn't love me either." I smiled, pulling myself away from Wade.

I bring my hands to my face to stifle the sounds of my yawn when I saw blood covering my hands. Which may have happened because the sheets have certain spots that haven't dried yet.

I need to wash them as soon as possible...

Wade tensed up, growled animalistically, then gripped the back of my neck to bring me back to his lips.

I lost myself in his show of pure dominance, and allowed myself to fall into the deep abyss that is Wade Wilson's affection.

He pulled back first before taking in a breath. His voice came out deep and low, almost as if he'd completely lost out to his Beast, although his eyes were the same blue as always, and his skin wasn't black with hints of gold anymore.

His golden hair had gone away as well and he was mostly all the Wade that I know and love.

"We will find out who put out a hit on you love, then I will find them and kill them mercilessly... because we know it wasn't you..." He whispered.

He didn't have to question it, because after meeting Wade for the first time, I was hooked on trying to figure him out.

I didn't bother moving from him and his body warmth, only snuggling up and cuddling, prepared to sleep until dinner was ready.

"I love you too much to try and leave you now baby." I whispered back before finally attempting to get some shut eye, snuggled in next to my sexy man.

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Nursery rhyme made by me.

Bye!