Bye-Bye, Spidey | Spideypool

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Somewhere unbeknownst to Wade, Tony Stark sat in an uncomfortable chair next to a hospital bed, doubled over with his face in his hands. The bed in front of him was occupied with a college-aged kid donning a mop of messy brown hair and a bruised, beaten body. Beeping and pumping sounds fill the absence of other noise in the overly bright, white room. Tony couldn't help but think of how much he hated hospitals. Beside him, Steve Rogers repositioned himself in his chair and stretched his arm out along the back of Tony's chair.

"Doctors said he'll be awake any minute," Steve spoke, rubbing Tony's back with the tips of his fingers.

"I know- I know. It's just that he's a kid, y'know? Like an actual kid and if he dies, this kid's blood is on our hands, my hands-" Tony stopped himself short and put his head back in his hands. He let out a little groan of agony. "I can't believe he's not dead yet."

"He's twenty-two, Tony. He's not exactly a kid anymore. And he's still alive, so quit the worrying." Steve moved his arm from Tony's chair to his shoulders, pulling him close.

"Make me," Tony grumbled, although there was no venom to it. It was more the tone of someone who was tired as hell and wanted to head to their room- ASAP.

Just as Tony began to drift off against Steve's shoulder, he heard the steady beeping of a heart monitor speed up, pulling him from the haze of sleep. He felt Steve perk up from where he was sitting and they both sat tense as Peter's eyelids fluttered open. It took a few seconds, but Peter managed to turn his head and stare at the two men sitting in the chair, his face pale.

"Where's Wade?" Peter asked weakly, straining immensely to keep his eyes open. Tony and Steve exchanged a curious look, furrowing their eyebrows in turn. With much effort, Peter let out a huff and repeated his question. "Wade. Where's- Where's Wade?"

It took a minute until Tony registered what the fuck words even were, but he eventually understood what Peter was asking. And absolutely blanked. It was Steve who asked the next question.

"That was Wilson?" he gaped. If his mouth opened any wider, Peter was sure it would brush the floor.

"Why was Wilson there?" Tony blurted, equally as confused as Steve. Peter grimaced.

"First of all, stop saying his name like it's a curse. Second-" Peter cut himself off to groan, his face contorting in pain. Tony leant forward instinctively, but didn't move to touch Peter. "Secondly, I need to see him. I have his number, I- I really need to see him."

"Why him?" Tony spluttered, his brain still not wrapping around the current situation. It was commonly known among the Avengers and Co. that Spider-Man and Deadpool worked together on a regular basis, but not enough to warrant Peter's immediate attention. Tony was surprised that Peter's aunt wasn't his priority.

"I have to... I have his number. I need- I need to see him." Peter punctuated his sentence by breaking into a fit of weak coughs, clutching at his ribs until he settles. The two other men stared at Peter, concern marring their features.

As Peter stared back, images of the fight that had felled him played in his mind. He winced as a sharp throbbing sensation in his ribs pulled him from his temporary reverie.

"Please, one of you, call him," Peter pleaded. Tony sighed, falling back into his chair and pulling his phone from his pocket.

"I cannot believe- Just give me a number."

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"Emilio's Coal Fired Pizza, the fuck do you want?" a voice answered. Tony groaned.

"Wilson?" he tentatively asked. He didn't trust that Wade would have given his actual number to anyone -especially not Spider-Man- but this sounded pretty spot-on Deadpool to him.

"Oh my God, Robert Downey Jr.?" the other end asked. Tony's suspicions were confirmed in that moment.

"Wilson, it's Stark."

"Ugh, that's disappointing. What do you want? And how the fuck did you get this number?"

Tony was silent for a moment before his answer came.

"Spider-Man's alive. We have him with us."

There was at least a minute of silence on both ends before Wade spoke up.

"I'll be there in an hour."