So here's the first chapter of Spideypool Music Mash-Up. This chapter is going to include Dare Devil, and past Spideypool. It's not all going to be happy and fluffy, but it definitely won't all be tragic and angsty. THIS IS NOT A HAPPY CHAPTER!
Inspired by: Not Over You- Gavin DeGraw.
TRIGGER WARNING: SUICIDE!
Sitting at the wrought iron table with the matching chairs, the tall, mysterious man sighs. He simply sits there for hours, not eating any of the food from the nearby street vendors, not even appearing to be waiting for anyone. Just sitting there with an air of melancholy about him, one hand cradling his head, the other grasping a picture, thumb running over the face of a young man standing there, happily clinging to another smiling male with sore covering his face, the younger brunette seems to have been caught mid-laugh. The man in the red and black spandex pulls off the mask covering his face, revealing himself as the older man in the photo. Tears are visible running down his face as he clutches the picture tighter.
"Petey, you were strong. Just one more minute…" He seems to collapse in on himself as he breaks down in sobs. "I miss you baby boy…" He wipes a hand down his face and replaces the mask. He gets up and walks away from his place of remembrance, a song on his lips as he leaves after hours of mourning.
"If you ask me how I'm doing, I would say I'm doing just fine. I would lie and say that you're not on my mind. But I go out and I sit down at a table set for two and finally I'm forced to face the truth, no matter what I say I'm not over you." His voice cracks on the last line, minutes after he leaves the mourning place, another man jumps on his back. Also in red spandex, but with two little horns attached, two D's interlinked on the chest. He reaches his body around to kiss Deadpool's cloth covered cheek, the latter man puts on a smile. DareDevil slides down the ex-mercenary's back and grabs his hand.
"Hey Matty! Where've you been all day?" Deadpool's happy façade built up so high, few could tell he still hurt, even after all those years, Matt Murdock was not one of them.
It had been four full years since Peter Parker died, but Wade Wilson still felt it like a raw pain in his chest, like a fresh wound. It hurt doubly bad because he knew he was at fault. He and DareDevil had been dating for two of those years.
After the standard few hours of time together, Wade goes back to his apartment, to his bedroom. And just like every other year on this sorrow filled day, he pulls out his only remaining gun from his mercenary days, holds it to his temple and pulls the trigger, the bullet leaves the chamber and enters his skull.
The brain matter splatters over the wall where the headboard of his bed is. Creating a mess for him to clean up once he wakes up. But he never gets a chance to clean up the blood, skull bits, and brain tissue.
Somehow, his heart stops beating, blood stops flowing, lungs stop working. The pool of blood next to his head, laying on the floor, is cold now, the blood long since done pouring out. Finally, after so many years, he gets peace. He gets rest.
He gets to reunite with his baby boy.
Thank you for reading, hope that wasn't too heavy.
IF YOU GUYS HAVE ANY SONGS YOU WANT ME TO WRITE FOR SPIDEYPOOL, LET ME KNOW! I'LL DO IT!