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The fight with Green Goblin had been going on for way too long. If he kept this up, people were going to get hurt.
“Hey, Gobby,” Spider-Man shouted, “catch!”
Spider-Man had lifted a manhole cover and was swinging it in a wide circle to gain momentum. He let it fly straight at Green Goblin. Unfortunately, Green Goblin let a pumpkin bomb fly right back at him. His spider sense warned him, but as for Deadpool and Blizzard…
“Incoming!” Spider-Man shouted.
…
When the dust settled, Green Goblin was nowhere to be found. Spider-Man swung over to his companions.
“Everybody okay?” he asked.
Deadpool was on the ground, arms folded across what was left of his chest.
“No, Spidey, we are not okay,” he huffed, “I was wearing Hello Kitty shorts under this and now they’re ruined!”
Spider-Man’s lenses narrowed incredulously.
“You’ll manage. Blizzard?”
“F-fine,” Blizzard said, going to stand.
He noticed red blooming through her suit along her middle and her side.
“Well, good thing you two have healing factors,” Spider-Man said, “otherwise I’d be freaking out right now.”
“Aw, you love me so much,” Deadpool sang.
Spider-Man rolled his eyes under the lenses. He looked up for the Goblin’s smoke trail. Got it.
“Spider-Man?” Blizzard asked quietly.
Spider-Man wasn’t listening.
“If we hurry, we can catch up to him,” he said, shooting a web, “come on- Blizzard?”
“I d-don’t actually have a heal-”
Blizzard lurched forward; Deadpool just barely managed to catch her as his chest regenerated. Spider-Man released the web and stood there like an idiot for far too many moments.
“What?” he asked.
Deadpool and Spider-Man looked down at the blood puddle at the same time. They both spoke in unison.
“Oh. Oh.”
…
Spider-Man burst into Avengers Tower, carrying an unconscious Blizzard in his arms. Deadpool was right behind him. Tony Stark caught sight of Deadpool first. He marched right up to them.
“Parker, what did we say about letting Wade into the tower?”
“No time, Mr. Stark, sir,” Spider-Man said, “there’s a- we’ve got a- med bay?”
“Uh, yeah. We have a med bay. Always have. What’s- oh. Oh.”
He called a few SHIELD agents to bring over a stretcher.
“Let’s go to the med bay,” he said casually.
…
Dr. Cho finished the last stitch, closing up Aurelis’ wound. She was hooked up to various machines while Peter paced outside on the ceiling.
“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” he muttered, “how could I think she had a healing factor? Of course she wouldn’t! But noooo, I just had to think she had like, ice healing or something.”
Wade came up underneath him with a broom. He bopped him upside the head a few times.
“Earth to Parker,” he said, “she’s up. Can we get food now?”
Peter snatched the broom out of his hands.
“How can you be thinking of food at a time like this!?” he demanded, whacking Wade with it.
"Food is my will to live,” Wade replied.
“That’s so unhealthy!”
“Not as unhealthy as Icy is right now.”
“WADE!”
Squeaky wheels rolled down the corridor, making Peter and Wade freeze. Aurelis came up to them, clutching an IV pole like she would fall over without it.
“Ow,” she greeted.
Peter jumped down from the ceiling and rushed over to her. He was careful not to hug her too tightly.
“What are you doing out of bed?” he demanded, “you need to be resting!”
“Your arguing makes it hard to sleep,” she said, “and I’m bored.”
“You wanna get some tacos, Icy?” Wade offered, “might take some of that boredom away!”
Peter’s lips were drawn into a thin line. He glared at Wade.
“Tacos sound nice,” Aurelis admitted.
“Bueno!” Wade said.
In the end, they got Aurelis back to bed with the promise of tacos. They had to sneak them in through the window since Hulk was hangry, but they managed to stay hot and fresh all the same.