𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄: 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅

66; wounds

-'🕷 Natasha opened the apartment door dangerously slow, her heart was going to give out when she found him. The smell of a rotting corpse was lingering in the air, strong and enough to send a terrified jolt through Widow's body. She pulled her deep red hair in loose bun, taking in a deep breath.

She wasn't fazed, it was a smell she knew all too well. Between acting as a spy, and working as Wade's adoptive mother, the stench of death was never too far behind. Natasha didn't hate the smell, she hated the site. Every time, it haunted her, the picture burning in her brain like a flame, never extinguished, never dying. The picture was vibrant now, just the small being a reminder from the last time.

That time, he said, was the last time. It was a promise, a promise he meant to keep. When Peter showed up, it was a blessing, keeping Wade on the right track. With them together, Natasha didn't have to worry.

Nat pushed her hands to her face, rubbing at her tired blue eyes. With a breath, she drew back her shoulders and turned toward the hallway. Slowly, silently she carried herself to his room. After standing there for what felt like hours, she pressed her palm against the wooden door.

Natasha applied a very small amount of pressure, allowing it to creek slowly open. She shut her eyes, the smell was overbearing, even she thought maybe she couldn't handle this. The Arachnid allowed her thick lashes to burst open, and she felt her knees give out, weakly dropping onto the floor.

Black widow stated down at Wade's corpse with a harsh sigh, a breath that squeezed through her lungs. Her hands reached out, palm pressing against either side of his scarred cheeks. His healing factor was slow after more then one bullet to the head, so all she could do was wait. Natasha pulled his lifeless corpse up, to hold him close to her chest.

Her fingers trailed across his scarred face and a sob threatened to leave her lips. She cursed the tear that ran down her face, and her blue eyes met splatter of blood and chunks of brains across the ceiling. A coat of fresh blood covered the dry, and she wanted to look away but she couldn't because this must have been going on for days.

Black Widow leaned down, to press a kiss against his scarred cheek. She smudged the red mark with her thumb, attempting to wipe it from his skin.

" You're going to be the death of me, Wade Wilson." Natasha whispered, her eyes shutting tightly.

She kept her mind from running away from the task at hand, which was near to impossible with all the blood and that disgusting smell and the dead eyes. Her poor baby was suffering.

She needed to fix this, before Peter saw him again. And Natasha thanked God that it had been her, and not him who found Wade.

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Wade's first breath burned his lungs, causing a shutter to echo through his body. His scarred hand reaches up, to feel for his bullet wound, his other hand searching for his gun. When his fingertips met healed flesh and the wooden nightstand his eyes snapped to the door.

" Nat." The mercenary whispered, quickly sitting up.

She found him. Again.

She wasn't supposed to find him.

Nobody was supposed to find him.

" good." Natasha hummed in an attempt to cover the sob building up in the back of her throat. " you're awake."

" I'm not supposed to be." His voice was cold, eyes watching as the woman wiped at the tears on her face.

His body was stiff, frozen in place. Wade's teeth sunk into his scarred lip, as he analyzed the situation. Why is she here?

" I hadn't seen you in awhile.." The redhead spoke up, almost on cue. She drew closer to the bed, allowing a shaky breath to intrude her lungs. " I got worried, and now I see, for a good reason."

" I don't want to be here,"

" You can't just..hurt yourself like this, Wade!" Natasha's voice was raising steadily louder. The sudden hiss in her voice caused his eyes to meet hers. " You can't just spend the rest of your life attempting to end it! I can't watch you do that!"

" Yes I can, and I wasn't asking you to watch! I didn't ask you to play my mother!" The mercenary's voice was deep, dark, cold. He was quick on his feet, as he jolted out of bed. " News flash: I had a family they didn't want me!"

" You think you're special, Wade?" Natasha kept calm, as she stepped closer, so they were face to face. Both of them were a ticking tome bomb. " I had a family too, they abandoned me too! But guess what? I found a new one. I found you. I found the avengers.."

They were silent, Wade's blue eyes staring apologetically down at her. She took his fave in both of her hands, and they pressed their foreheads together. Slowly, Wade held out his pinky, teary eyes watching hers hook around his own.

" It's okay." The Arachnid reassured, allowing them to stay like that for as long as he needed.

" I made a mistake," Wade cried out, allowing the tears to slip down his face.

" I know, but everyone makes mistakes."

" Everyone has those days," Wade sing-songed through his gentle sobs, his face dropping to meet her chest. " Hannah Montana was so smart.."

They shared a giggle, and Natasha attempted to hold back a comment about how tall Wade had gotten. She rubbed his back soothingly, waiting patiently for her to tell him what had happened. Nat would wait all day if she had to.

" I killed Flash, and I waited too long to tell Peter. He hasn't come back home and I know that its because he made his decision..He doesn't want me anymore.."

" идиот!" Natasha spat, lovingly, of course. " He's been waiting for you!"

" what?"

" but you can't go yet."

" Why..?"

" we need to make sure you are okay first! I'm not letting either of you have a toxic relationship. No more codependence. "

" Yes ma'am." Wade said softly, a sad smile on his scarred lips.

" Also, we're getting you a dog. To protect you." Natasha hummed, turning around. " No more guns for you."

" Wait that's not- what kind of puppy?"

" A big strong dog. Like a husky! Or a golden retriever like Thor."

" I'll give to twenty bucks to say that to him."

" I'll do it for free."

They both shared wide smiles, and the storm inside began to calm in both of their bodies. Natasha pressed a kiss against his cheek, giving it a gentle pat.

Best mom ever.

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идиот ; moron ( russian)
//Sorry that this was so gory, probably should've added a warning at the top??