RECALL • Spideypool

Chapter 14 | Hey

WADE'S POV:

One year ago.

So, no patrol tonight?

"What's the point of it, anyways?" I sighed and took a sip out my coffee. Both of the boxes were surprised I hadn't stopped by for some Mexican food instead, but I wasn't in the mood for that.

I looked down at New York city from up high, sitting on the edge of the rooftop of a building.

"... I'm just here to avoid Dopinder." I continued, explaining to Yellow.

Speaking of which, he had probably arrived at my house at this point. He was probably ringing the door to get inside that exact moment.

We truly are a grade A asshole, huh.

Can't be that bad. I'm sure Dopinder will leave after some minutes of waiting... Right?

I was suddenly overtaken by the feeling of guilt they both caused me to have, but tried my best to not give attention. There was silence for a moment.

It's been a lovely couple of weeks.

I let out an annoying groan at Yellow's comment and took another sip of my sweet tasting coffee. Of course he was enjoying it, knowing that soon I'd reach a breaking point.

White had nothing to say. Maybe we were all agreeing how out of plan things were going.

It would've been a quiet, relaxing afternoon for anyone else in this place. But not me. Sometimes I wish I wasn't crazy, but only sometimes because I've been so alone in my life at some points but I always had the boxes with me.

"But it ain't so healthy to be alone with your thoughts all the time, is it now?" I told myself out loud in frustration after having my inner monologue.

Somebody laughed a little.

The fuck...?

Okay, so we're getting crazier every moment?

It wasn't that much of a laugh, though. It was painful. I felt it. But something kept me from looking around.

Where do I know this laugh...?

"It really isn't." The voice of the person who previously laughed sounded again, this time in a very serious tone.

I didn't reply.

I got a sad sigh in response to my silence.

"Hey." The voice greeted me.

I let the coffee fall off my hands with awe and covered up my face completely. "Is that you..?" I said quietly, still not moving my head and wondering whether I had actually gone more insane than before.

That's it, Wade's lost it.

We weren't that fucking lonely, were we?

Is Spidey's voice going to haunt his head too now? I sure ain't up for that.

I suddenly saw a very slowly moving Spider-Man take a seat near me on the edge of the rooftop. His head didn't turn towards me as much as I managed to see from my peripheral vision. We were both just staring at the streets of New York.

"Holy shit." I said finally looking at him directly this time and trying to take in the fact that he was actually there. My mood suddenly changing, or, I think it did.

I stared at him for a moment as if he was some alien. He still didn't look back.

I raised my hand and waved at him up close, shortly slowly placing it on his shoulder.

"You're real!"

"... I'm sorry."

"Yes, but you're also real!"

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Author's Note:

Oooh, sad vibes. And a ridiculously short chapter! Just wanted this little scene to have its own little place. See y'all later when I come back with a new one!