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Spiderman hasn’t been seen in days.
Peter is alone in his bedroom, the darkness of the whole apartment being his only companion in the freezing winter in New York, it’s cold.
Very cold.
A groan comes out of him in the trying to get to his right side so he could ignore the emptiness of the bed finally able to sleep, he gives up midway and falls back looking at his ceiling. His mattress is probably stained in blood, every inch of his body aches, he’s completely sure he has purple all over himself as well. Of course, the room would get colder and colder as the night grows older, Peter being the smartest person in the room couldn’t bother to turn on the heater and instead was immersed in a fort of blankets.
Trying to sleep was hell, shivering only brought pain to his torso, brown eyes kept drifting apart but wouldn’t shut down, the city keeping him awake, police sirens were a constant scream in his ears, demanding him to stand up, unable to do it. Anger would overcome him followed by sadness, he really tried to get up from bed and get into his suit, he really did. A trembling hand reached for his side, pressuring a bruise he knew was there. Peter hated feeling this frustrated, first he had lost a fight and got absolutely beaten up, and now he couldn’t help the city that he loved.
“Oh, you’re smad Spidey?” he could her Deadpool’s voice in the back of his mind.
He put on more pressure with his thumb. Punishment. A reminder to get stronger and be more careful.
A cry lingered in his lips, shutting it up with his teeth.
He missed him a lot. Deadpool was out on a mission or “business trip” is how he would call it; he’d been out for a week now and the bigger man refused to give Peter any details with the main reason being keeping it spicy, not calling him or even texting him because he said he wouldn’t have good reception there. Peter only wished for him to come straight home to him, with some warm food to cheer him up as he used to. The thought of Wade coming back eased him, Peter imagined being close to his boyfriend’s chest, him stroking his hair and giving him sweet caresses on Peter’s back.
Peter snuggled up in his fort of blankets as careful as he could now, with Wade’s voice in his mind he tried to sleep.
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Creaking wasn’t an unknown noise in the brown-haired man’s apartment, it could be annoying if not accustomed. Wade had this in mind when he entered by the door, he didn’t find Spiderman at their spot so he could only guess he was here.
“Spidey, daddy’s home!” he whispered while turning on the lights in the living room, he wandered around waiting for Peter to come out. He didn’t.
He decided to go to the bathroom, coming straight to his boyfriend’s apartment did not leave him any time to think of anything else, he just couldn’t wait to get into bed with him after the longest week in his life (he might have been exaggerating but it really felt like it).
Wade froze.
The white tiles in the bathroom had some spots and puddles of brown-reddish blood, bandages, and cotton full of the liquid.
He ran with big steps to Peter’s bedroom, slamming the door while going in. A web shooting right into his hand in the doorknob. The light coming from behind him let Wade see Peter’s arm in place, a big sigh filled the room followed by a groan.
“Holy shit you scared me!” he approached. “Are you okay? I saw the bathroom.” Wade kneeled beside the bed; Peter was hidden in a whole mass. Unable to see his favorite dirt eyes he decided to lift the blankets, his head now inside the fort and finally looking at him.
Bruises covered the left side of his beloved’s cheek going around his eye and going all the way into his brow bone. Different tones of pink and deep purple hugging the high cheeks Wade would always kiss and adore were now this injured.
“Webs, what happened?” he reached for his chin carefully, moving his hand for the right side of his face, cupping it slowly, scared Peter could break right there. He could see Peter frowning and pouting when he asked, the concern in the deeper voice made him tremble.
Red wobbly lips appeared, trying to hide from Wade’s worried gaze.
“I-I really messed up.”
“How bad is it?”
“I can’t m-move.”
“C’mon, let’s sit you up.” Wade got out the blankets and stood up. He noticed it was colder than usual, so he turned on the heater. Coming back to the bed to sit Peter, he tried to grab him by the arms but as Wade’s hand got closer Peter flinched closing one eye. Wade gave him a raised eyebrow that was nonexistent, but Peter knew was there.
“Ribs. Broken. Left.”
Furrowed eyebrows and a sigh came from Wade.
“I’m-“whimpers drowned the room.
“Oh no no, baby.” He rushed to sit on the bed and grabbed Peter’s hands, holding them close to his face, kissing them. Only Wade could ever make Peter feel this precious. “I’m just worried, I’m not mad at you.”
“It’s n-not workin’ Wade” let out between sobs. “My h-h-healing factor.” Peter is now the one making the other man’s hands get closer to him, hiding his tears in them.
“Hey hey, let’s calm down, yeah?” a warm little smile was directed towards Pete. “C’mon, help me breath.” And he did, he followed Wade’s rhythm for a while.
“Have you put ice on it? Wait, how long have you been like this?”
The hero tried to catch his breath, sniffling now in the scarred hands. “Yeah yesterday,” he took a pause “three days.”.
“Okay, yeah, okay” the mercenary mumbled to himself, looking away from Peter. “I’ll bring the ice, don’t worry, Dr. Deadpool is gonna make you feel better!” He said smilingly and winked at him, of course he would try to lighten up the mood.
“What time is it? W-when did you arrived to New York?”
“Right now! Well, like an hour ago, and it’s like four something.”
“R-right” he cleaned his face and nose, calmer now but still on edge “how did it go?”
Wade was now across the room in the kitchen grabbing some packs of ice from the fridge, when he came back, he closed the door so the room could get warm quicker.
“Meh, was okay,” he sat on the left side of the bed where Peter was “I really missed the enchiladas from the place we always go” he started moving the blankets so he could put the bags on his boyfriend’s left side “can I?” he eyed Peter’s blue hoodie and then him. The scientist just nodded.
“OH! And my favorite nerd! How could I forget?”
Peter could only chuckle, ignoring the agonic pinches in his body.
“Awwe you look so pretty when you do that.”
“Be in pain?”
“Yea-, no NO. I mean, we’ve talked about that in our list but no! Well, not right now, I meant when you nose gets all wrinkly.”
“Pfft, dork.”
Wade puts the ice bags on Peter, seeing his body contracting at the touch of the cold. He stared, he didn’t mean to, but he did.
“I’ve missed you too, Red.”
Wade felt like melting at the image of Peter, puffy eyes, runny nose and a soft smile, not adding the lovingly tone in which Peter said what he said.
“I know! You didn’t have to get hurt just for me to get home and take care of ya, you know?”
“Yeah yeah.” He said with a hint of melancholy, getting hurt was never in his list and yet here he is.
“Maybe it’s stress.”
“What is?”
“Your healing thing, maybe it’s like my good and bad skin days?”
“It could be…I haven’t eaten in days.”
Blue eyes expanded in surprise “WHAT.”
“Can’t move.”
“JESUS PETER, YOU SHOUL’VE CALLED!”
“Dude, you were busy, and I didn’t die.”
“YOU COULD HAVE DIED.”
Peter shushed him. “You’re gonna get me kicked out!”
“Might as well so you can live with ME!” Wade whispered loudly. “Well, doesn’t matter, I’m cooking something and you’re letting me.”
“Again, can’t move.”
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“It wasn’t that bad.” Peter said shrugging, satisfied after 5 bowls of hot soup.
“First of, humor me a little, and second, aren’t you supposed to be like, a genius, and didn’t think that maybe your cells needed some food?”
“Me dumb.”
“Dummy thick, anyways smartass, let me get change, don’t peek!”
“You’re staying?”
“Peter Benjamin Parker, who do you take me for? I’m no monster!”
“Just hurry, I’m cold.” He said demandingly.
“Jeez, you’re such a diva, you’re lucky I’m letting you be the small spoon this time.”