*Wade*
This morning, Peter got out of bed and didn't tell me where he was going. He seemed kind of upset and distant. I feel like I'm forgetting something.
I walk into one of the many kitchens wearing sweatpants and one of Peter's sweatshirts. I place my phone in the sweatshirt pocket, with the ringer on.
Steve is there, drinking coffee and reading a newspaper. He clears his throat and turns the page.
"Hey, Steve," I say, opening the fridge.
"You forgot didn't you?" He says, lifting his mug to sip at.
"I forgot what?" I say, closing the fridge and spinning to face him.
"You really don't know?" Steve says, finally glancing up at me, placing his mug on the table.
"No," I say, resting both hands on the table. "Should I?"
"Yes," he says immediately. "This is a really important day for Peter."
"How so?" I ask.
"You don't know what today is?!" Peter says angrily, turning the corner. "Are you serious Wade?" He groans, turns around and leaves. "This is going to be the worst day ever!"
"God damnit Wade!" Steve yells, slamming his mug and shattering it on the table. I jump up, protectively jerking my hands close to my chest.
(Ha! Weirdo.)
[He is scared by something breaking.]
(Did your name change to Captain Obvious?)
"Oh, my god! White, shut up!" I say.
"Wade don't talk to Pops that way!"
"I wasn't ..." I begin. [ooohh lovers quarrel! He's going to hate you Wade.] "Yellow, stop!"
(Yellow, you know what I'm thinking, don't you?)
[of course I do, White.]
"What are we thinking guys?" I say, walking out of the kitchen to follow Peter.
(Ha! We? We wouldn't include you in something if our lives depended on it.)
[yeah. Nobody likes you Wade.]
"Well that is just mean," I whisper, trying to hold up the walls against the boxes.
(Yellow's right. I heard Peter saying how much he hates you.)
"You're lying. I would've heard it too!"
[well you wouldn't have if you sleeping and we were awake!]
"I told you not to use my ears without me!"
(Too late a**wipe.)
[nice one, White.]
(Oh, look. There's someone ahead of us!)
My vision blurs as I try to see who it is in front of me. "Stop blinding me!"
[oh, they look sad. We should tune them out.]
(Yes, we should. Sad people don't matter, do they, Wade.)
"Petey?" I ask blindly. I start to hear sobs, but they tune in and out randomly. "What's going on? Is someone out there?"
I take a few steps forward and feel crunches under my feet. I feel out in front of me, with both hands. An open doorway?
[yes, just a few more steps. You can do it! You want us to shut up, don't you?]
"Wait, what is happening?" I mumble while in mid-step.
Suddenly my vision clears again, and the floor falls out from under me. Or rather, it was never there to begin with. A window was broken (from like a week ago when I was kidnapped) and I stepped right through it.
I start to fall, beginning at 80 stories, and rapidly declining. 75.
68.
53.
My phone rings inside the sweatshirt pocket.
49.
"Hello?"
"Wade?" Peter says gently. "Can you come into my room? I want to talk to you."
"Oh! Well i'll be right outside in 3 seconds!"
41.
"What?!" He yells, footsteps echoing through the phone.
37.
"Oh, nope, I passed you like ten floors ago."
"Wade! Why are you falling outside?!" I hear the hiss of his web shooters.
"It's kind of a long story, and I'd need a flashback... no, I'm just not in the mood right now."
26.
The web latches onto my stomach, bringing me to an abrupt stop, ultimately breaking my spine.
(Yay! Broken spine! Now Petey pie can snuggle and lay with us for like six hours while we heal.)
[ugh, i knew I shouldn't have trusted you with a simple task like this. I thought we voted to break up with him.]
(Well i didn't vote and Wade didn't either.)
"Well, I've got you. I'll meet you on the..."
"Twenty-fifth floor," I say, completing his sentence.
"Right." He hangs up.
I put my phone in my sweatshirt's pocket and wait for my bug to save me.
*Peter*
I leave the kitchen and go to my room, slamming my door on the way in.
How could he not remember today of all days? We need to have a serious talk right now.
(After the call is over b/c I'm too lazy to rewrite all of that.)
The elevator doors open, and I rush to a window. I open it and search for Wade.
"Damn you! Will you two stop fighting?"
"Wade!" I yell. "Can you - like, uh - swing towards me! Wade! Come here!"
He twists his head slightly in my direction. "Peter!" He yells, running against the glass to me. I grab his hands and pull him in the window. "Hey! Why are you here? Also my spine is healing but broken."
"Oh my god, Wade. I called you and you fell like sixty stories? Do you not remember how you got stuck han —"
"Stop! Stop! Stop! You keep yelling at me and I'm sick of it, Yellow!"
"Wade, why are you calling me yellow?" I ask, pulling him to the floor from the window.
"No not you, i'm talking —"
"To someone else, right?" I interrupt.
He sits up and mumbles to himself. He stands and winces, runs into a wall, and cries out. "Oh my god! Stop!" He pulls a gun from a holster. "Petey close your eyes!"
"No! No, no, no, no! Wait!!" I yell, running to him.
BOOM!
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Can I Love You (Completed)
Fanfiction[completed 06/09/2019] (These characters are owned by Marvel and their respective creators.) This is a story about me, Wade Wilson, and my boyfriend Peter. I met him a few days after his Aunt died during a bad time in his life. He was going to comm...
