We Need You - Spideypool(DISCONTINUED)

W.W.

"Well that was a bust." Tony sighed and got in the driver's side of the car.

"Don't worry, sweetie." Steve reassured him and placed his hand on top of his. "We'll find someone, it'll just take time is all." He shrugged and lifted Tony's hand, planting a soft kiss.

Tony smiled back at his lover and turned on the radio, coincidentally playing Iron Man by Black Sabbath.

"Well, this is... something." Steve commented with a forced smile.

"It's Black Sabbath!" Tony exclaimed as he started the car. He mouthed along to the lyrics, getting really into the song.

He turned to Steve and smiled. "Good right?"

"Yeah," Steve cringed a little. "It's good." If his husband would like the music, he would at least pretend to.

They drove far from the drab building, the orphanage had looked rather unkempt and they were glad to be away from it but also quite disappointed there wasn't a kid that suited them.

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Morning had far past arrived and Spider-Man was exhausted. He couldn't sleep after what he saw. It was too late to save May, the bullet killed her instantly. Not to say he didn't try, he did. There was simply nothing he could do about it.

Why did no one call the cops? The shot was excruciatingly loud to him. Why hadn't anyone tried to help that entire night? He should've been faster.

He'd never forget it, never forgive himself.

If he would've decided to spend the night in instead of going out to protect the city, he could've protected her. He risked her life and lost it, for what? A couple of robberies and a rapist. May needed him more than New York ever did.

He found Aunt May on the floor next to the coffee table. Her body was limp and the light had faded from her eyes completely. He collapsed and pulled her close, ripping off his mask to kiss her forehead. She'd been shot in the chest and bled out.

His throat was in immense pain and his mouth was incredibly dry. Eventually, he forced himself to stand up. He moved her body in a careful manor, as if not to disturb her and walked to the kitchen tiredly. The water soothed his throat.

"Okay," Spider-Man let out a breath and talked to himself out loud. "I-I have to call someone. Who d-do I call?" He saw his phone on the counter and saw his reflection, his eyes were puffy and red. He was paler than usual.

Spider-Man shook his head and turned on his phone to look through the contacts:

Gwen
Aunt May
Cap
Mr. Stark

He sighed, as much as he didn't want to speak with anyone, he trusted Mr. Stark. Pressing his contact, he lifted the phone to his ear and slid down to the floor.

"Hey, kid!" Tony welcomed before putting him on speaker in the car. "Finally ready to tell me your real name?" He half joked.

Spider-Man heard a small slap in the background and then Cap's voice. "Sorry about him! What do you need?" He asked in a gentle tone.

"Could I," He choked on his words, "Could I stay with you for a bit? If, If it's not too much to ask." He added.

He waited on an answer as he tired to pick up the mumbling between them. "What about adop-"

"Yes, Ste bu-"

"We don't even know who h-"

After a few more sentences he couldn't quite make out he heard Tony's voice. "Meet us at the tower." He spoke in a serious tone and the line went dead.

Spider-Man let out a sigh of relief and ran his fingers through his hair, there were things he needed to figure out before he went to the tower.

Although he was in a very messy state of mind, he made a small list in his head. He wanted to keep himself occupied and not go into any worse of a mental state than he was already in.

1. Call the police
2. Explain what happened to her nephew
3. Leave before things go from worse to horrendous

He took another sip of his water before calling the cops and trying to find an explanation that could go without more questions.

"I came in and she was laying on the floor." He tried to keep his voice steady enough to not stutter. "I'm her nephew. I am 18 years old." He went through the basics and hoped they wouldn't look for him.

He held the phone in his hand and looked around the room, forcing himself up when something caught his eye. On the dining room floor, just across from the kitchen, was a small white card. He bent down and read it through his misty eyes:

###-###-####  W.W  Services: unaliving others since a few years

Spider-Man clenched the card in his hand before roughly sticking it in his phone case and fighting back more tears. He'd heard about this guy, who hadn't? From his memory, W.W. was a mercenary that disappeared around a year ago and no one's heard from him since.

His next mission was set, Wade Wilson would be brought to justice if it was the last thing he'd ever do.

He threw on his sweatshirt and grabbed his mask. As he looked at it, he made a decision. Whoever he was before didn't matter, that guy only caused people to get hurt. Nobody needs him anymore, they need Spider-Man.

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There's a reason I never write his name. Hope this turned out okay.

Bye lovelies!