Everything is Red

Chapter 17 - Welcome Home

Peter felt like he was prepared for the pain that was without a doubt coming his way, but he couldn't have been more wrong. They hadn't even made it up one flight of stairs yet and Peter was already in a cold sweat under his uniform on the brink of tapping out. Breathing purposefully in and out with each one of Deadpools steps he tried to relax his body,  However, his body seemed to have other plans as it tensed up under each step causing his muscles near his spine to clench down making the pain in his back unbearable.

"You know if you keep making those noises my neighbors might get the wrong idea." Deadpool joked trying to take Peter's mind off of the pain he was very clearly going through.

In between a gasp and a grunt, Peter let out a small forced chuckle, his eyes closed tightly with pain and through a clenched jaw he said, "I have this feeling that this wouldn't be the first time they've had this problem with you."

"Why Spidey, are you questioning my virtue?" Deadpool said still walking up the stairs slowly and precisely trying to limit the impact of his steps as much as possible. Deadpool looked down at Peter with a very visible grin across his face, it was surprising to Peter just how much expression could be seen behind these masks. Oh I definitely know your not a virtuous guy, no questions there. But the question is would you be willing to bat for the other team?   Peter flushed red at his own thoughts and shook his head involuntarily trying to rid himself of those thoughts.

"I didn't think so after all Spidey as it said on my Avengers application 'I'm still a virgin'." Deadpool chuckled, he continued up the stairs until after what seemed like forever he made it to the sixth floor pausing momentarily for Peter to catch his breath. Peter's whole body was drenched in a cold sweat and he felt like he was on the brink of passing out. Feeling weak, he found it hard to distinguish and organize his thoughts which seemed to be all over the place.  All he knew was that he wanted out of this uniform that clung to his body so uncomfortably that it felt like it might drive him crazy.  Peter felt disgusting with the uniform clinging to his body not allowing any room for his skin to breathe.

When they arrived at Deadpool's door at the end of a long dilapidated hallway, Peter almost couldn't contain his excitement to finally be able to rest. However, when the door opened his excitement seemed to die instantly, the apartment Deadpool walked into was, well, to say it politely an actual disaster. It looked as if his apartment had not only survived a hurricane but an earthquake and just for good measure the world decided to send a tornado through his apartment. Peter was at a loss for words at just how much of a disaster his apartment was. Now Peter wasn't the cleanest man out there but this was on a whole other level and if Deadpool ever allowed him in his apartment again when Peter didn't have a broken back he was going to clean the ever-living heck out of this apartment. No decent human beings should be living in something like this! This is just - is that a half-eaten hamburger.   Peter shuddered at the sight of a half-eaten hamburger hiding under a pile of dishes on the countertop.

"Sorry, it's a little messy here, I usually don't have guests in me casa." Deadpool shrugged it off, Peter was apparently very easy to read because Deadpool felt the need to explain away the mess.

"If you'll allow me back in here I'm going to bring every cleaning product I own with me next time." Peter said still looking around at the mess that was laid out in front of him.

"You're always welcome anytime, me casa es tu casa Spidey!" Deadpool laughed as he walked Peter over to the couch that sat against a wall near the entrance. "But I'll have you know Spidey, all of these things in my apartment are just some of my most prized possessions and all have great sentimental value to me."

"So you're telling me that the empty pizza box with a sock and shoe sitting in it is one of your most prized positions?" Peter chuckled a little to himself.