wade laid on the floor with his legs propped up against the wall. he swung his foot side to side as he hummed, his hands resting on his chest. he had been in the position for two hours with little to no movement.
his window was still smashed and had glass still scattered underneath it. the curtains were closed but the breeze pushed them open slightly. his room was dark, with an exception for the sun light coming through his curtains.
the day after spiderman crashed into his apartment there was a news article in the paper. it was the usual crap; "is spiderman a saviour... or a terror?" the article outlined damage done to the city and some other bogus excuses to hate the hero.
none of that phased wade, of course, but spiderman had broken his window. he was chilly and now wearing minimal clothing; boxers, a thin t-shirt and his mask. he could probably board up his window, like all of his others which were broken, but he just wasn't feeling it today.
wade sighed, he stopped his foot movement and frowned underneath his mask. he dropped his hands to his sides, only to return them to his stomach a moment later. he wanted to go out and do something, even if that something was walk around the city and maybe grab a bite to eat.
he felt motivated but with no motivation to carry anything out.
he had been pondering on why he was feeling like a depressed sack all day. nothing major has happened besides people being weary to hire deadpool for jobs as if he was going to turn on them too. it was a one time thing because he felt a spark of conscious once in his pathetic life.
he rolled onto his stomach, hands pathetically laying by his side and legs still leaning against the wall. he sighed again, turning his face to the side.
there was a knock at his door. wade contemplated between ignoring them and maybe just sleeping in this position and answering... he chose the latter.
wade groaned when getting up. he walked lifelessly over to the door. when he answered spiderman was there.
"oh," he mumbled.
"hey! deadpool right?" spiderman waited for an answer but only received a shrug. "oh, oh okay- well im sorry about breaking your window... i wanted to make it up to you so here-"
wade glanced at his open hand with money in it.
"you... want to give me money?" wade shook his head. "i cant accept that, it's fine."
"oh. well at least let me help you fix it up?" spiderman suggested.
deadpool gave a small grunt of compliance. he moved out of the way and spiderman walked in, observing as he went. his body would move or he would make a noise to how he reacted to a certain part of his apartment. wade went back to depressingly laying on the floor, legs against the wall.
"so... this is what a mercenary's apartment looks like?" spiderman asked to the air. he spun around to see deadpool on the floor. "wha- what are you doing?"
"chilling."
"chilling?" he scoffed.
"yep," deadpool confirmed. "chilling."
he didn't say anything else. spiderman seen the broken glass and pulled open the curtain to see how it was. almost all the glass was gone from both panes and the wood in the middle was broken. he cringed at the feeling of crashing through a window. he was glad it was a window and not the wall, though.
"got- got any uh... wood?" spiderman asked, glancing around the apartment for a wooden board.
deadpool laughed, sitting up and facing the other. "you know i do."
"what? where? if you could tell me i could quickly get- wait," spiderman realised and groaned, covering his face. "gross!"
deadpool laughed at him.
"no, seriously-" he put his hands on his hips. "gross."
deadpool finally stood up and walked to his room, he had some broken wood laying around- helpfully enough- and brought it out. he threw it at spiderman who caught it in shock.
"thanks..."
"so why are you really here?" deadpool asked, falling onto the dingy couch.
"wha- what?"
"you heard me. theres no way you came to just fix my window that you broke. otherwise you would be fixing other buildings that got broken around the city when you were in fights."
"oh." spiderman placed the board down, he had no nails or anything else to hold the board to the frame.
deadpool hummed in reply. he crossed his legs over the arm rest of the couch, put his hands under his head and turned it to glance at spiderman, who was softly tapping his fingers together.
spiderman hadn't said anything and was becoming nervous. he started to tap his foot.
"im sorry... should i go?"
"can you tell me why you're here though?" deadpool sat up now, slightly annoyed.
"its just- its just- its just-" he stammered. "oh, cra-crap... hold on..."
he stopped talking for a few seconds before continuing. "its just that, uh, i felt really bad for breaking your window. im being serious i just felt horrible even though it wasn't completely my fault, right?"
wade squinted at him under his mask. "right. well that doesn't sound suspicious or anything."
"i dont mean it to ugh- ill just go. im really sorry about your window again..." spiderman sped walked out of the room.
after leaving the room he ran out, he felt so awkward. he almost had trouble breathing while up there and it was getting to him. he really went up there because he heard deadpool had stolen something from Parker Industries. Of course... he had no proof besides that the object was missing from where it was stored and the footage showed a blurry looking deadpool.
he should have demanded it right away but he choked up. he felt like he betrayed himself. when he was checking around the apartment he never seen it. he will just have to try again a different time.
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hello!!!
this chapter seems weird and really ooc im sorry aaa
i actually have zero idea why any of this happened it just kind of? did?
well anyway... heres a kind of long chapter?? wow
also ive pretty much written this at school,, weeps,, this is awkward
