RECALL • Spideypool

Chapter 4 | Chimichanga Afternoon

WADE'S POV:

It was another bland, boring afternoon as I was walking down the road. Both of my hands were shoved in the pockets of my hoodie and my hood was covering my scarred face. I sighed. Only some chimichangas would fix my mood right now, and that was exactly where I was heading.

I finally reached the food truck and ordered what I wanted, and then I started taking the road back home. As I was minding my own bussiness walking past an alleyway, some punk ass blasted out from it, hitting my last piece of chimichanga out of my hand.

My life turned in slow motion as I watched it brutally hit the ground.

That bastard.

Oh, it's on.

He was now running out into the streets as fast as he could, leaving a person who screamed shortly after that back in the alleyway:

"Come back here, you bastard!"

Hey, that's what I said.

Without a second thought I went right after him, I don't think there was any other reason other than the fact that he ruined the precious moment of my last bite. I was just furious, misunderstood and filled with guilt, I wanted to take that out on someone.

As I was running I opened my backpack and my hand reached out to it so I could take my mask out to wear, the rest of my suit was already on under my clothes.

Why do we have to wear this thing all the time?

Because that's what all dramatic superheroes do, duh.

We are not a superhero-

Let's just suit up and go get this bitch already!

I heard something falling off my backpack and looked back while still running.

"Dammit, my pistol!"

I stopped running and groaned in annoyance before turning back to grab it. I looked up, wore my mask and took off my other clothes as well.

"I'm ready." I said in the most dramatic, sexy voice I could.

We're gonna lose him you idiot!

"Gee, chill Yellow. I've got this."

I started running once again, cornering the guy into another alley. He jumped high grabbing onto some metal stairs from a nearby building and climbing his way onto the rooftop. I followed as fast as I could, starting to pant a little and regretting eating that many chimichangas.

I had almost reached him but I wasn't close enough to grab him; an irrational thought ran over my head as I aimed my pistol at him and shot his leg.

"Aaand down he goes!"

The guy screamed in agony and lost balance falling over to my level. I grabbed his shirt, lifting him up, he seemed to be unarmed so I clearly had the upper hand. He had a mask over his head to hide his identity. I cocked my head slightly with curiosity.

"You know, stealing is a really bad thing to do." I said teasingly looking dead into his eyes. I didn't know what had gotten into me and why I was doing this, ever since I quit my job as a mercenary I had stopped hurting people for no reason. And that occasion was specifically weird, because no one told me to do that, neither was I being paid. I was just filled with rage, I guess.

He shall learn his lesson.

Let's do it.

Yellow and White were both agreeing, as weird as it seemed. I remained silent for a second and lifted his mask up while he was still in pain from the shot on his leg.

My eyes widened at the view of his face.

We know that guy.

He was there.

"You were there." I said quietly, after realizing that he was present somewhere along with some other people the day Petey got hurt.

Forget about teaching him a lesson.

Let's unalive him instead, just how he tried to do with our Peter.

I lifted him up higher and hit him against the wall, he seemed scared and helpless.

"This is your fault!" I screamed loudly dropping him down. I punched the guy's face hard and he grunted.

"Why? Why did you do this?" I yelled once again and he took another punch on his cheeks.

This was not the guy that was entirely involved in what happened, but I knew his face. He contributed to Peter getting hurt, and he was going to get a taste of his own medicine.

"Why?!" He had now taken several hits and couldn't even move. He had no choice but to take it.

I aimed my pistol at the side of his head. There was complete silence, the only thing that broke it was my panting filled with andrenaline.

Shoot him.

Unalive him.

Kill him.

More silence followed as I my now emotionless face looked into his eyes.

What would Peter say about all this?

The muscles in my body relaxed a little after hearing White.

Peter wouldn't want this.

Shoot him.

We made a promise to him.

He hurt Peter.

I got reminded of my promise with Peter. Before the promise, I could see how disturbed Peter looked whenever I hurt someone. It harmed him, and all I wanted was just for him to be alright. I got reminded of the day I gave him my word. He had been injured by someone while we were fighting together, and at that moment I couldn't think properly. I went into rage mode and I couldn't control myself, unaliving that person. Peter and I were standing on a rooftop later on, I could see how bothered he seemed to be. That's when he asked me to stop.

"Dammit, Pete." I whispered underneath my breath and took the gun away from the guy's head. I sighed and got up, getting some ropes out of my backpack and tying him up.

I lifted him up and started making my way down the stairs, taking the sack he was carrying with me as well.

"Wh...Where are you taking me...?" I heard his weak voice while carrying him.

I chuckled a little. "You took my Spidey away from me, now you'll have to come with me and help me get him back." I was talking in the most cheerful tone, even though I was literally breaking down a moment earlier. Well, that's Deadpool for ya.

"Do you have a name, by the way? Pretty sure the audience is tired of me calling you 'guy'"