𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄: 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅

72; cold to the touch

🕸; It was getting progressively warmer in New York, the sun boiling Wade's skin. The anti-hero turned in his sleep, large arms wrapping around Peter. The Arachnid was shivering in his sleep, even with the layers piled over frozen flesh. His cold caused burning body heat to sizzle, blue eyes fanning open.

" Pete?" A scarred hand ran over his skin, cold beads of sweat bubbling over his small body. " You're freezing baby, what's going on?"

Peter let out a quiet whine, burrowing into warm arms. Wade lived with a constant fever, body heat at a constant of 106. The spider's body heat was in the low 90's, but always relatively warm, when he got sick, his fever would be around 97, but never got any higher. So, to say this scared Wade was..an understatement.

The worst part? Pete was unresponsive. Unable to say a word, still deep in sleep.

[ Is he dead?]

[ No. He's still breathing.]

" Why is he so cold..? Is he DYING?"

[ unlikely. call an avenger.]

" Loki. I'm calling Loki."

[ But he's scary! He tried to stab us.]

[ We can't die.]

[ right..Yeah, call Loki.]

Wade rubbed his back with worried eyes, patting his shoulder softly. He prayed Pete would wake up, to make this easy and wake up.  He darted up, grabbing his phone as he ran out of the room, searching for all the layers in his house. He piled them over Peter, watching him closely, waiting for the Asguardian to pick up.

" Hello?" A chilling voice echoed through the phone, obviously annoyed to be interrupted.

" Loki? Hey, this is Wade!" The mercenary was panicking, almost forgetting the problem. " I think Peter is dead, but not like dead? you know what I mean?"

The God of mischief appeared before him, causing Wade to jump back. Blue eyes studied him, but Loki didn't pay him any mind.

" Tell me what's going on." His voice turned gentle, the Asguardian approaching Peter, crystal eyes piercing into scarred flesh.

" We were sleeping, he was fine last night, he ate a LOT, more then usual.." Wade trailed off, losing himself in the middle of his words. He looked so cute when he ate. What was he talking about again? Peter. Right. " But when I woke up he was so cold, so I called you, because he hasn't moved since.."

" He's breathing.." Loki hummed, a brow cocking, shaking his head. It didn't make sense.

" Maybe I should call Wanda-"

" No." He hissed, stepping forward with wide eyes. None of the Avengers trusted him yet, and he needed a moment to prove himself. Craved it. "I've got it! Go get a thermometer!"

Loki watched as the mercenary scrambled off at the raise of his voice, and he sat down to settle beside the Arachnid. Fingers trailed through locks coated in cold sweat, a frown on his lips. Blue eyes pierced his cold body, examining anything that seemed odd. Peter's skin was unusually pink, but, nothing too odd. His breathing wasn't faint, heart beating fast but again, not unusual for him.

Wade came scrambling into the room, eyes widening at Peter. He frantically handed the avenger his thermometer, eyes wide with fear. The Mercenary was terrified and he had no idea why.

Loki slipped the device between pink lips, waiting for a beep, blue eyes scanning over the numbers that flashed onto a small screen. He was at 60°F, colder then a body that lay dead for days, perhaps a week. He slowly pulled it away from Peter, eyes scanning over him.

" We need to take him to Tony," Loki mumbled. He didn't want to, but he couldn't fix this.

" No." Wade quickly shook his head, eyes widening. " No, he's my boyfriend, I'm taking care of him."

" This isn't the time for your pride to get in the way," Loki hissed. His words stung with a chill along the mercenary's spine. " Peter could be in danger!"

" Bruce."

" what?"

" Call Bruce, not Tony."

Loki rolled his eyes at the immaturity of his friend, shaking his head with disappointment. The God gave in reluctantly, a bubble in his cheeks.

♡

" You're telling me, his temperature dropped since this morning?" Bruce hummed behind the tablet screen, pushing his glasses up onto the bridge of his nose. " 60°F is low, even for him, are you sure?"

" We're sure."

The doctor nodded, scratching his head with furrowed brows. His head cocked to the side, pausing for a long, uncomfortable silence.

" And he won't wake up?" Bruce questioned, looking up at the two.

" No, he won't.."

" And you won't tell Tony?"

" No."

♡

Wade sat beside his love, rubbing his skin with a small frown. Blue eyes slipped to the time and he let out a sigh; it was 9:00 PM.

" I promise.." The scarred man started, leaning down to kiss Peter's head. " I'm going to find out what's wrong with you, and I'm going to fix it.."

He'd call Professor Xavier and Beast in the morning for their diagnosis. Bruce said it could be hypothermia, but, Wade wasn't so sure. Peter would have showed signs before that, right? He would have gotten progressively colder until he crashed, but the small boy crashed and then dropped in temperature.

Wade wasn't a doctor like Bruce but, he wanted to make sure what was wrong before he took his love to the hospital. There was always a chance someone could discover him; or worse, take him all over again.

Deadpool couldn't let that happen.

♡

//Its been awhile, sorry I'm not super motivated. I'm going to work on editing my mistakes (grammatical errors and spelling.)✌