Glazed Eyes, Empty Hearts ➳ Spideypool

11➳Lost Boy

As the smile fell from your face,
I fell with it
Our faces blue
There's a heart stain on the carpet
I left it, I left it with you
Yeah, the truth is that I'm sorry
Though I told you not to worry

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Wade's POV

(Hey this isn't going to have like the boxes in it just because I don't think I'm familiar enough with it to be writing it. Sorry if this disappoints. I'm going cliche, the boxes are quiet when Peter's around)

Peter passes out in my arms and my heart has an instant reaction of speeding up and skipping a few beats along the way. My body, on the other hand, freezes up, cradling my unconscious boyfriend in my doorway. What the actual fuck?

I finally get myself moving, carrying his body over to the couch and lying him down gently. I grab one of my many first aid kits from under the coffee table. I don't really need them, but Peter comes over after patrol frequently and it's not unlikely for him to come back wounded.

It takes hours just to get all the little pieces of glass out of his hands, arms, knees, and legs, but when I do, the wounds are easier to manage. Simply wrapping them in white gauze and pressing soft kisses to the bandages.

I have no idea what to do for the bruises other than put some cream on them and a towel-wrapped ice pack against his face where more of the bruises seem to be. His torso is a mess of wounds. Practically dyed shades of blues and purples, and when I press my palms against his chest, I can feel the broken and fractured ribs shifting under my palms.

I press gentle kisses to the worst of his wounds and then carefully rub the cream over it, pressing another ice pack to his ribs.

I'm not sure what else to do, so I throw a blanket over his body and let myself fall to the kitchen floor, out of his sight.

Who the hell is hurting my baby boy?

Who the hell thinks they can get away with hurting my baby boy?

Who the hell thinks it's okay to hurt my baby boy?

Who the hell thinks I won't find them and rip off their head for hurting my baby boy?

Yeah, this isn't okay.

Peter has a mercenary as a boyfriend for heaven's sake. I could, and would, unalive anyone he asked me to.

Yeah, I've stopped unaliving more people since he threw himself into my life as Spider-Man, but still. I could do it. And I would do it.

I hate that Peter's just okay with this. I know him and he's going to lie his way through the morning and then go straight back to routine of letting himself get beat up by whoever it is.

I know he was getting bullied in middle school when I was there with him, but it was never this bad. Never like broken bones bad. Never bruises this bad. Flash was never this bad to him.

And he's so skinny now too.

Like really skinny. I knew he was small because of his metabolism and I knew he was having financial problems, but this skinny? This is worrying just how small he is.

Fuck. I have no idea what I'm supposed to do. I've barely ever had real friendships and relationships haven't ever been serious, especially as Wade. I've had some as Deadpool, but never really as scarred and over the top Wade.

Though my psycho is dulled considerably when Peter's around. Not to be that cliche, but I feel at peace for the first time in a long time when Peter's near me. Even now, despite him being unconscious, just knowing he's here is enough to keep my crazy silent.