𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄: 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅

11; goner

//This chapter and the next were supposed to be one, but it's way too long. So this is part one. Obviously, Wade is okay, so don't worry.

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-'🕷 Peter was still screaming after they had landed in the compound. The small boy had forgotten about Wade's healing factor. He thought he had watched his friend die. Peter didn't like crying, death seemed to be so near him that he never cried anymore. But with Wade, he couldn't help it, and he couldn't understand why.

Spider-Man had flinched every time his parents would come anywhere near him, his tear-stained face showed complete terror. Wade wasn't the threat. They were. He stayed curled in the corner of his room, staring at the door. He would have to go to school tomorrow. Peter would have to talk to Flash, Harry, Mj, and Ned. The Hero would have to pretend he didn't know Wade, that he wasn't starting to feel for Wade. That he hadn't seen Wade's beautiful face.

All the hypotheticals were trapped inside his head, suffocating his very being. He couldn't erase the image of Deadpool laying motionless on the floor, every time he blinked he saw it. Peter replayed the unmasking, he could feel his heart fluttering as he examined his features and then his heart stopped, and his memory seemed to skip ahead to that picture. That disgusting image.

His phone was dead, and his body felt like a snake was slowly constricting around his body. He lifted his shirt, to view his binder, a terrible feeling washed over him. The sadness engulfed his body as he began to strip off his shirt, and then the tight binder. Spider-Man stared down at his chest, tears welling back into his eyes. Wade made him feel better, and now, in his head, Wade was gone.

His eyes quickly narrowed to the ceiling, and he ignored his body. Peter felt disgusting and sad. He hated crying. Pete took in a sharp breathe, grasping Deadpool's hoodie close. His finger slowly slid into the holes in the fabric, he guessed bullet holes. Even Peter had to stitch his suit back together after a battle.

He only knew Wade for a short time, but he never wanted to forget the man.

" Peter? Peter, have you been listening to us?" Tony called out, staring at the boys.

His voice was still nothing but a faint echo in his head. Pete's eyes snapped back to his father's, to signal he was listening and Tony frowned softly. Peter wasn't sure when his parents had slipped in.

" Peter, remember what we told you? He's a bad person. You read his file. A mercenary, with mental illness.." Steve whispered as he scooted closer. He was staring down at his son, sadness in his bright blue eyes.

" Pete, you can't see him again okay?" May called, her gentle features were pointed into a worried expression. After what flash had done, Pete had been so fragile.

" You're right, I can't see him! He's dead! " he snapped harshly, his eyes glaring at the three.

" Peter-" Steve went to remind him about Wade's healing factor, but Tony shook his head. Iron Man thought it would be better this way.

" I liked him...He made me happy.." Peter whispered into the silent room, a tear sliding down his features.

" You only knew him for three weeks, Peter."

" So? He was my friend! I was just getting to know him! Maybe he was a lunatic, but he was nice to me! And I liked him.."

The three looked at each other, and all let out sighs. It was time to bring in the big guns. Steve stepped out of the room, to go find Thor and Bruce. They were always got at rationalizing with him.

The blonde wasn't sure what was going on after he left, but he heard a lot more screaming, Peter's voice was starting to rise higher, and higher.

" Thor? Bruce?" Steve hummed as he poked his head into the room, instead of Banner, he got the Hulk. But the green guy would do.

" Yes?" Thor asked as he looked at The Captain, eyebrows furrowed.

" We need your help. Peter's upset."

Thor summoned Mjolnir to his hand, and Steve snatches it, shaking his head.

" You won't be needing this.."

The God huffed and looked at hulk, the two large men going to Pete's room quickly. Peter looked at Thor, and he felt his heart sink. The god of thunder stared down at the fragile boy, his eyes filling with sadness, he hated seeing the teenager like this.

" Uncle Thor.."

" Peter. "

The small boy shot up and ran into the god of Thunder's large arms. A tear slipped down Spider-Man's cheek, and he clung to the god for dear life. Thor wasn't sure what was going on, but he held the boy tightly anyway. His large hand rubbed the small boys back soothingly, a frown in his features.

" They killed him," Pete whispered against his chest, his voice shook, and oxygen was getting harder to squeeze through his lungs.

" Who?" Thor's blue eyes shot up to Tony, glaring down at him.

" Wade. They killed Wade."

" Your friend? Why would they do that?"

" Because he's dangerous. but he's not. He's like Loki." The small boy whimpered, his teary eyes slowly sliding up to Thor's blue ones. " He's just misunderstood.."

" You always see the best in people, Spiderling.." The God gave him a sad smile and carefully picked him up.

" Why don't you sleep? And we'll talk about it in the morning."

" It is the morning," Peter whispered as Thor laid him down on his bed. The God slipped the comforter over the small boy.

" Goodnight, Peter."

" Goodnight, Uncle Thor."

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