RECALL • Spideypool

Chapter 17 | Murderer

PETER'S POV:

Present time.

I heard a knock on my half opened door. Looking next to me I saw Mr. Stark standing outside of the room.

"Hey kid." He said, that concerned tone never leaving him.

"Hi Mr. Stark." I said weakly, sounding exhausted.

"How are you feeling? Any luck with remembering?" Mr. Stark continued.

I moved my head again, looking at the ceiling for a little. Another day had been spent with just staring at it the whole time. Time was passing by quicker, since my mind was so lost in thought all the time.

After my short break of thought I finally answered. "Things seem to be pretty mixed up right now... I guess I'm not going to come to a conclusion unless I remember more clearly."

Mr. Stark smiled and nodded. "Doesn't matter, it's just good to see that you're doing better everyday. Get some rest, Pete." He said and walked away as I looked back at the ceiling. "That's all I can do." I whispered to myself.

I took my phone into my hands and opened it, right where I left off last time I was reading my old texts. What followed from the old texts I hadn't read again were a bunch of links to memes Deadpool had spammed, my thumb accidentally tapping one of them.

We're talking away
I don't know what
I'm to say I'll say it anyway
Today's another day to find you
Shying away
I'll be coming for your love, okay?
Take on me (take on me)
Take me on (take on me)
I'll be gone
In a day or two

Past.

"What the hell..." I mumbled to myself standing outside of Deadpool's apartment door. The music from inside being blasted as loud as possible. Ringing the bell would be useless at this point.

So needless to say
I'm odds and ends
But I'll be stumbling away
Slowly learning that life is okay
Say after me
It's no better to be safe than sorry
Take on me (take on me)
Take me on (take on me)
I'll be gone
In a day or two

I could hear the feint voice of Deadpool screaming the lyrics of the song along with it playing. Looking around the halls, I saw a window and jumped out of it in order to reach Deadpool's windows. I crawled all the way and kept waving at him through one of the windows of his house.

Deadpool, as always fully dressed in suit, eventually saw me and turned off the music. Full of surprise and happiness, he walked over to the window and opened it.

"The boxes always doubt me when I use the windows instead of the door. How come they approve of it when you do it?!" He said teasing me as I jumped in. His house was a mess, just like always. The lingering smell of mexican food with a sense of sweat, which was the smell I always recognized, was still there.

I took a deep breath and turned over to Deadpool with a serious expression through my mask. Soon his changed too.

"What's up?" Deadpool reacted.

"I uh... I talked to Peter. Peter Parker." I said and crossed my arms.

"So we're good now? How did he take it?" Deadpool raised an eyebrow. I took a moment of silence and sighed.

"He's going to lose his job, Deadpool. Of course he's willing to stop but that is going to have a major impact in his life." I continued, while my voice was unable to be kept stable. Jameson would soon fire me, seeing that I will no longer have new pictures for him. I would have to search for another job as soon as possible. But it truly was for the best to not be tracked down and remain lowkey, even with the costs it came with.