WADE'S POV:
Present time.
"Wade Wilson?" I heard someone call my name, interrupting me from telling my story.
"Ah, yeah... That's what Peter used to call me." I said sadly.
Kevin looked at me with disappointment. "Uh, yeah, because that's your name you dumbass."
"Wade Wilson!" The voice insisted, as I heard someone knock on my door. I got up and loaded a pistol before checking who's outside.
"For real...?" Kevin mouthed after seeing me load the gun. I shrugged.
"I might not be a murderer anymore, but I'm still Deadpool. People are after me Kev. Jealous of all the recognition I'm getting?" I boasted as I opened the door.
"Oh cool, you're alive." I saw Weasel standing on my doorstep with his arms crossed. I gave him a disappointed frown in response to what he said. "Blowing up your house and disappearing again... Gee, I honestly have no idea why I thought you wouldn't repeat that." He said and we both chuckled, giving each other a good old bro hug.
Just give it some time and we'll start killing again soon too~
No.
Weasel walked inside the house and flinched at the sight of Kevin tied up in a chair. "Uhh... Is this a bad time?" He said awkwardly.
"No, not at all! Sit down, it's fucking story time!" Kevin said sarcastically while filled with anger. Little did he know, though.
"Sweet." Weasel nodded, grabbing a beer from the fridge and sitting comfortably on the couch. Kevin stared at disbelief.
And that moment Kevin realizes, he has to deal with two idiots instead of just one.
Yay for stupidity.
"Excuse me?" Kevin screamed, staring at Weasel and trying to move while tied up with all those ropes.
"His name's Kevin." I say, grabbing two other beers.
"Hi Kevin." Weasel greeted Kevin.
I placed a beer bottle on the table next to Kevin and started drinking mine. Kevin stared at his bottle of beer with disappointment, knowing his hand couldn't even reach out to grab it.
"You're both idiots." Kevin spat out.
"Cheers, I'll drink to that bro." I said proudly.
Past.
"I think I have an idea." I said, raising up my index finger happily.
"If your idea involves chimichangas, it's not an idea." Spidey gave me a glare in disappointment.
I put down my hand and sighed. "I no longer have an idea." I said as I traced his mask, looking at his expression and searching for approval in it.
"I'm being serious, Wade. Things are changing now, we need to be serious." Spidey said, sounding dead serious. I sighed once again, and my stomach grumbled.
We were on the run, looking for truth. After what the shady guy said everything changed. We tried to hide from the world while still being on a mission, a very important one.
What are you, an edgy poet?
I think it's nice that Wade is being emotional.
This isn't emotional. He's being fucking ridiculous. Wake the fuck up dude!
"And remember, no explosions and gunshots." Spidey said, giving me another glare while we were on the run. "They'll give us away."
I winked at Spidey positively.
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RECALL • Spideypool
Fanfiction"There are things I need to recall." After a mysterious accident in which he gets majorly injured, Peter Parker forgets all memories he has from over the past year, including the ones he had of Wade Wilson. While trying to unravel what is going on a...
