Marvel One-Shots

Im here - Spideypool

Full title-I'm here baby boy

Hope y'all like angst and broken hearts
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"1.2.3.4.5.6.7.8.9" I breathed out, still rocking back and forth "1.2.3.4.5.6.7.8.9" i forgot to breathe. I need to breathe.

'He is right there and here you are acting like a fucking baby!' The voice, it came back

"I did what I can..." I whisper softly "1.2.3.4.5.6.7.8.9"

'You didn't try hard enough. You fell for wade and look at him now. A katana in each of your dads. Not to mention the bullets in your aunts and uncles' the voice snarled

"It's all my fault..." I stifle my sobs "1.2.3.4.5.6.7.8.9"

'They're dead. And it's all because of you!' Out of nowhere deadpool appeared behind me. And shot me through the head.
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I scream. I frantically look around at my empty room. It has been 5 months and 23 days since wade was forced to leave. I still dreamt about him. But the dreams had changed from longing for his touch, to fearing for my life.

The door knob started rattling. I ran into my small, but big enough for me, closet and held the doors shut

"Peter it's your pops! Please open up!"

I sobbed into my folded arms, "1.2.3.4.5.6.7.8.9" I never passed 9. It was for the nine times I watched wade get shot before everything went black.

We had went out for a nice dinner date when he told me he couldn't see me anymore. It wasn't safe for him to be around me. He explained people wanted him dead, and me being around him could get myself caught in the cross fire.

I told him it was fine. I was willing to sacrifice being with him if it kept him alive. He walked me home that night when we were stopped by 2 men wearing wades costume. I watched them shoot wade 9 times in his chest. He saw the fear in my eyes. They thought I meant the world to him, he had to prove them wrong. He wade punched me, knocking me unconscious to prove that I meant nothing to him...

The last thing I saw was a bullet entering wades brain.

He continued hearing the rattling and pounding on his door. "123456789" I got faster as my heart raced. My sobs grew more intense. Eventually I was sobbing so hard no air was entering my lungs and no sound exited my mouth. I heard a loud blast. I peered threw the slits in the door to see my dad had blasted the door. My dad and pops entered frantically trying to find me. "1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9" the numbers slowed.

"It's all my fault..." I slowly remembered how to breathe. "123456789"

The closet doors were pulled open to see my pops fall to the ground wrapping his arms around me. As if he could help. He couldn't bring back my wade if he wanted to...

'It's all your fault' the voice spat at me

"I know it's my fault. Stop reminding me" I whispered. My pops pulled away giving me a shocked, confused look. I got the same look from dad. "1!2!3!4!5!6!7!8!9!" I started screaming the numbers when they just turned to violent, body shaking sobs.

My pops reached out and helped me up. The second I stood my legs gave out. I couldn't stop shaking, as the two steadied me they tried to lay me down on my bed. I refused, pushing away from it. "No.... wade..." I whispered. My dads shot a scared look to eachother. I frequently had nightmares about wade. I had only ever told two people, uncle Clint, and Jarvis.

"Do you want to sleep with us?" Dad asked. I was a 17 year old but I couldn't resist the offer. I was scared, I was shaking. I nodded slowly before the voice snapped at me.