The Long Way We Go

Chapter 1: First of All, How it Starts. And Maybe how it Ends

"Petey…?" Wade held the small, limp body in his arms as he sat amongst the rubble and leaking test-tubes. The smaller boy was resting in his arms as he coughed and hacked, greenish looking phlegm dribbling down his scraped chin. Peter's lips quivered violently as tears made streaks across his dirty cheeks.

"W…Wade…" Peter whispered, his voice sounding just as scraped as his body. "Wade… go, you can't take me out of here. Who knows… what's gonna h-happen… if you do." He coughed once more, this time violent enough that his head sprang up and rested on the crook of Wade's neck. The mercenary tore his own bloodied mask off, and threw it across the large chamber next to Peters. Wade's eyes were bloodshot and tears came pouring from them in a waterfall as his chest racked with sobs, he bit his own already ruined lips until they bled.

"Petey, no! I can figure out a way to cure you! I can find a way to stop the poison, I can get you outside, and, and we can finish watching the Golden Girls, and we'll eat something other than tacos for once! We have to have another Amazing Friend Team Up with Matt when, when we escape! You'll like that, right Petey? … Petey?" Wade silenced his rant as he peered in his best friends eyes, filmed over, tears still sliding down the boys still perfect skin. Wade stared long and deep at the face he spent the most time with, the face that didn't mind his arguments with himself, the face that melted his heart whenever it smiled. The face he came to love more than anything else in all the world. And that face and its owner will never know that. Wade shook and laid his forehead against Peters chest. His tears flowed as he cried out his agony, more than any wound would ever hurt. A large puddle formed over the spider symbol on Peter's suit.

Hey, do you think…? He didn't care if his love was unrequited, just please, please bring his Baby Boy back. I think we should stop shaking him now… He swallowed heavily; cradling his love and rocking him back and forth, still whimpering. A slight twitch from under him halted his misery. For once the voices were silent.

Before that happened

The sky was clear that day at noon in Midtown Manhattan. In the distance, two figures exchanged punches and kicks in some sort of brawl; well it would be a brawl if the two men weren't laughing and exchanging playful quips. Atop the roof of the Daily Bugle Spider-Man, AKA Peter Parker giggled warmly as he play wrestled a much heavier and larger Deadpool, AKA Wade Wilson, who in turn pinned the smaller man beneath him.

"W-Wade! Stop, tha- ha ha ha!" Peter squirmed and nudged Wades face with his elbow in order to keep the Mercenary from tickling his sides. The laughter rang out loudly, and even people walking by below on the streets turned their faces up to try and catch the source of such joyful sounds.

"Nuh-uh, you deserve some play-time Baby Boy, and I'm gonna make sure you finally release some o' yer damn stress for once!" Wade grinned evilly under his mask and stuck his face in the crook of Peter's neck, making incoherent noises with his lips. Peter snorted and cackled as he flailed his legs around, successfully booting Wade's smirk off his face with a resounding thwack. The spider still lay giggling on the roof as the mercenary flew back and groaned, holding his nose in his hands. "Owww… Beetey I dink you bwoke my dose…" He rolled around sadly as he continued his moaning. Peter sat up and pulled off the spider mask as he smirked at the dramatic man, and nudged his shin with his boot.

"Oh grow up you huge baby, you'll be fine." The young man straightened himself and ran a hand through his messy brown locks, kind eyes sparkling. Wade suddenly quit his rolling as he sat up cross-legged, looking like a child with a huge grin miraculously showing through the mask. He pulled off the material and rubbed his scarred, yet strong nose.

"Yeah, but it still hurts you bully," Wade couldn't stay angry at that face, that warm, yet defiant face that belongs to his best friend. And, long time crush. But hey, they're not supposed to know that yet! Face it, they were going to figure this out eventually. Especially if we keep calling Peter "Baby Boy".

Wade grumbled and waved his hands in the air, swiping at the invisible boxes. "But he likes it though! Besides, there are plenty of other things I can call him too…" Wade mumbled darkly and peered at the blue sky. Peter blinked, and shook his head at his strange friend.

"Why I put up with you is something, isn't it?"

Even more before that happened

How the hero and anti-hero had met and became fast friends had to one of the strangest affairs Peter Parker had experienced at the time. He was but nineteen, living with his two stepfathers up in Stark Tower. Three full years after he had been bitten by the radioactive spider at Oscorp. Climbing walls, dodging bullets and spending most of his time studying upside-down were normal things by now. What wasn't normal? One word: Deadpool. How Peter hated that man. Rude, messy, freaking inappropriate, and smelly. Did he mention smelly? Oh and how the only thing he ever seemed to eat happened to be tacos. The hero swore that hidden in all those pouches on Deadpool's body was the man's past lunches.

Peters fathers also happened to be both Iron Man and Captain America; luckily for him being Spider-Man wasn't too much of a biggie for them. Unfortunately, the family had to bring the monstrosity of a man into the tower at least three times a week for important SHIELD debriefing, or whatever. And he always, always sat beside Peter. No matter how the young man tried to shake the mercenary off, he always seemed to bounce back, more obnoxious than before.

"And how're you doin' tonight Spidey?" Deadpool ran up to Peter after the late meeting, gaining disdainful glares from his father Tony. Peter narrowed his eyes through his mask as he quickened his pace down the hall.

"Spider-Man to you, Deadpool. And I'm not in the mood to talk."

"Then when're you going to be in the talking mood?" Deadpool simply caught up to the younger man and nudged him with his elbow. Peter huffed and pushed the assailing limb away. "Bee tee dubs," Deadpool rubbed his arm "I know your dads names and everything, you know Iron Stark or Steve America or something. But how come I don't know yours?" Deadpool jumped a step in front of the hero and leaned his arm against the wall, successfully barring Peter's path. Though his position looked relaxed and calm, his tone dipped in pitch and sounded mildly threatening. Peter clenched his fists but simply walked around the anti-hero.

"Well unlike you, good sir," The young man approached one of the tower's incredibly wide windows to leave behind a rather dumbstruck looking mercenary. "I've got a reputation to defend." With that Peter opened and dove from the window, watching as Deadpool ran up to see where he went and shot a strand of web from one of his shooters; attaching itself to a nearby skyscraper and swung off. OMG, we have to pull more of that sass outta him. That was HAWT!

Deadpool ignored the box as he stuck his head out of the opening. "Nah, I bet your daddies just don't want to admit that a noob like you is theirs!" Deadpool blew a raspberry and shook his fist wildly at a chuckling Peter, gaining weird looks from agents and an especially mean one from Iron Stark. Just go find him again, idiot. "Hey that means you're stupid too, stupid." Deadpool spun around and ran to the elevator.