Not A Chance

Chapter 18 - Fire Balls

Everything was on fire.

People were screaming.

And Spider-Man was nowhere to be seen.

Wade hadn't seen him in a while actually. He'd been trying to contact him for almost three days now but he wouldn't pick up his phone and he hadn't been in the news nor the newspaper in a while. It's almost as if he had vanished from the face of earth. And Wade was worried, very worried.

"You've become too dependent on him."

"We're worried, White."

"He's probably busy." Wade shrugged.

"Or actively trying to avoid us. It was about time, he got tired of dealing with us. I told you this was gonna happen but you didn't listen. Neither of you. So I don't want you two babies crying over him, because I warned you."

"He's busy." Wade repeated.

"Maybe he's right..." Yellow said, he sounded upset.

"Are you forgetting who we're talking about? Spider-Man! He's always busy saving the city and hanging out with The Avengers, maybe he's just been extra busy lately." Wade smiled, trying to convince himself more than he was trying to convince the boxes.

"Yeah...yeah! Maybe he's been so busy he hasn't checked his phone!"

"What if he's in trouble?"

"No way and if he were he's no damsel in distress, he's Spidey."

"What if he's dead?"

White's last comment made Deadpool's stomach drop. He couldn't be...it was always a possibility but that was far-fetched, if he were dead everyone would know by now, right? Oh man, he really needed to stop overthinking or he was going to provoke himself an anxiety attack.

"By the way, the building's still on fire."

Deadpool looked up at the building as more people ran out, coughing, barely escaping the flames. "Oh right." The anti-hero rushed towards the entrance, hoping to save whichever soul was still trapped in the building. "Where's Toby Maguire when you need him?" He said as he ran up the stairs. The whole place was falling apart and it was hot as hell. He could survive because well...he couldn't die but he doubted the rest of the endangered civilians had the same ability to stay alive.

He helped another two people who were luckily on the first floor before going back inside, there was another woman trapped in the fifth floor and a man about to jump from the third one but the firefighters were taking care of him.

Wade got to the fifth floor just in time before the stairs collapsed.

"Just like our mental health." Said Yellow.

Wade ignored the very accurate comment and looked around for the other victim. "Ma'am?" He called. "Hello?" No response. "Ma'am, I don't mean to alarm you but we're both dying if you don't say something." In that exact moment he heard somebody cough, he ran into one of the small apartments (or what was left of it) and looked around the rooms. He found the woman on the floor of the only bathroom, coughing and covering her mouth and nose. Deadpool approached her slowly. "I'm here to help you, you're okay now."

The lady looked even more alarmed when her eyes widened. "Your pants." She coughed.

Wade paused. "...okay but take me to dinner first."

She shook her head and coughed again. "They're on fire!"

Wade looked down at the lower part of his suit and let out a scream that the boxes made sure to tell him wasn't very manly. But who cared about masculinity? He was too busy trying to save his from the flames.