SpideyPool- He Doesn't Have To Care

A Rocky Hill in New York City

Wade's Wilson's POV: (You know who the boxes are)

     We started walking again, but that was weird. Peter just broke down. He was fine just a second ago, and then he froze and started crying.

I want to know what happened to Aunt May; how she died.

Maybe Peter just realized how ugly you are.

   "Will you two just shut up?" I sighed, exasperated. "I don't care about your opinion, Yellow."

Ooh! What about me?

'I don't care about your opinion, Yellow.' Says the person who cried two straight hours because of me. You couldn't care any more than you already do, Jackass!

   "You made a good point, this time, White." I ignored Yellow and looked over at Peter. He looked back at me and smiled. I'm glad to see that he's better.

   "You were lost in conversation, so I just let you be." He said. "I didn't want to bother you."

   "You can bother me anytime you'd like, Baby Boy." We shared a laugh as we arrived at our first class. Well, actually, it's not really a class; it's.... GYM! Time to get my fitness on so that I can eat that extra chimichanga tonight. 

   "We have arrived!" I announced. I motioned my arms to the door to the locker room and started doing jazz hands.

   "Wade, no."

   "You don't like my jazz hands?" I pouted.

   "More like spazz hands." He scoffed. "C'mon" He grabbed my wrist and headed towards our lockers. They were right next to each other, so Peter could drag me to them if he wanted.

   "Dress fast boys! We don't have time for this shi- crap!" The coach yelled at everyone. The girls could probably here him, even in their separate locker room.

Peter Parker's POV:

     I undid my belt and stepped out of my pants. I pulled off my shirt and threw all my clothes into my locker. I put on my Gym shorts and reached for my shirt, but Wade grabbed my wrist. 

   "Not so fast." He looked at me intensely, but he seemed worried. "Where did you get these?" Wade pointed at the scars and bruises on my torso.

     I couldn't tell him about my missions as Spider-Man, so I made up a lie on the spot. Suddenly, Wade brushed his thumb on the giant scar on my left side. The motion sent shiver down my spine and my breath hitched.

   "Wade!" I raised my voice. "What the hell?"

     His serious expression didn't change as he ignored my question. "Answer me." He said this sternly, but gently at the same time.

   "I- um- well, I am pretty clumsy, so.." I couldn't think of anything to say. My mind went blank. "I fell down a hill. It was really rocky hill. Yeah, that's it, a hill." Really? A hill. In New York City. Right. The closet things we have to a rocky hills are the rock-walls in the Central Park playgrounds.

   "Okay." He said skeptically. He released my wrist and I put my shirt on. He finished dressing and we walked into the Gym together.

     The rest of the day went by with minimal excitement. Wade's a fun guy, so if I mentioned everything even slightly interesting about today, I'd have to mention everything. Though, I still can't believe that lie I made up. A rocky hill in New York City. Stupid.