Ohhhh you've been waiting for it! A Venom meets Spideypool Fanfic with some good Venom and Wade friendship... Mmmmm... I appreciate your sense of taste, my friend, so here it is. This is my first fanfic in english (although, a huge thanks to my beta (Lucky Strike's alter ego) for reassuring me!) so I know it's not perfect, but I tried my best based on a crazy idea I had after seeing Venom (2018).
Quick warning: The text in bold are Venom's dialogues. They don't have qutoing signs because, for those who have seen the movies, other people mostly can't hear him. If he ever manifests himself physically and talk to other people than Eddie, then I'll put quoting signs. It means everyone can hear him.
Feel free to comment, suggest or correct anything after reading it! Happy reading!
Summary: Eddie Brock was just getting used to living with an alien inside of him 24/7 when he met Wade. Although he doesn't really have time for the friendship Deadpool suddenly seems really eager to start, he'll slowly learn to let other people than Venom into his life. He'll find out that Deadpool might be an annoying depressed killer, but he's no quitter. A story of friendship, mental health guidance and completely absurd timing and coincidences. Canon Spideypool involved and no romance between Wade and Eddie or between Eddie and Venom.
Chapter one
This one?
"No, man, what did I tell you? Bad guys only, like-like that guy the other time, at the convenient store, you know? That type of guy…"
But I'm hungryyyyyy.
"Yeah, I know, buddy, it's just, you know, hard to find bad guys for you to-"
Weeeeeks since we ate anything!
"Okay, first thing's first, I do not eat anyone, you-"
"Hey, mister talking-to-myself? Hey, crazy guy? I'm looking for a big talking lion. Seen anything in…this…perimeter?" Asked a voice coming from the top of a close building.
Eddie suddenly turned around, shocked at the voice, but mostly by the fact that he had been talking aloud the whole time…a bad habit he was trying to lose.
"Uhm… nope? Not-not recently?" He said, trying to see who was asking him this question...well, since the dark of the night and the shadows of the alley didn't quite help.
"Wait, you mean to tell me that you've seen others before?" Asked the voice, again.
A strange silence fell between them and Eddie broke it with a very quiet, "No?"
"Ah. Well, if you see anything, just shout "Deadpool" real loud. I probably won't hear it 'cause well...yeah, but you know, it's fun to think about just a bunch of people screaming my name all over..."
This guy?
"Does he look like a dangerous person to you? He just lost his cat and-" Said Eddie, trying to negotiate.
"Giant talking lion, thank you for not ruining the cool elements of my storyline."
"Yeah, sure." Added Eddie.
I could eat a giant lion.
To which Eddie replied :
"Yeah, I know you could, big guy, but-"
And suddenly Deadpool jumped from the stairs he was previously on to arrive precisely just in front of Eddie. As seeing someone in a superhero costume was quite frequent these days and since he's seen things waaaay weirder in the past few months, Eddie did nothing to address the obvious fact that the man in front of him was probably a vigilante.
"Hey, man, are you okay?" The man in costume asked, sounding weirdly sincere.
"I, uhm, yeah, I just like to talk to myself is all. Nothing to worry about."
"It kinda sounded like you were answering… someone. I-"
"Thanks for the concern, but I'm fine, I've got a parasite is all, you know how it is. Feverish and stuff but I gotta go. Kinda hungry and past my bedtime."
And Deadpool thought about letting him go, but instead, after muttering to himself, and making Eddie think that he was making fun of him for a second, he shouted:
"Wait, you-if you got voices in your head-"
"WE'RE NOT VOICES!"
Eddie tried to calm his breathing down after Venom's face covered his in such a sudden and aggressive way. He was sweating and probably lost and not to mention he was hungry… God, he was so hungry!
"What kind of motherfucker was that? Is that… you? What the fuck, are you okay?"
"No, I'm fine, really, just...please...just a bad night. Too much to drink, you know. Byeee!" And he tried to sprint far away from the costumed man but in two steps he fell to the floor, completely exhausted. He lost consciousness when his face hit the asphalt.
He woke up, much later, his back on some big smelly dumpster with a shower curtain half-eaten by rats as a sheet. A small note on his lap:
"Hope you're not dead!
Nice talking to you.
Xoxo, your Deadpool"
"What the-"
"What the frick?" Peter exploded, completely compelled by the narration of Deadpool.
"I'm telling you, Spidey, like fucking monster black-wait-like-okay, if a mobster, a jello, and you had a baby, right? And then that baby-"
"Wait, why am I involved in this?"
"Oh, he had your charming personality…" Deadpool started with a grin and winking very hard under his mask, "And like the same design for the eyes kinda… did you trademark your mask yet? I told you it would bite you in your glorious butt one day if you didn't!"
"Wade-"
"Peter-"
"What do you mean he had the same eyes?"
18 minutes later…
"I'm boreeeed!" Exclaimed Wade, throwing his arms everywhere, in desperation.
"This is important okay? We need to find him, maybe he got bitten by another spider or maybe-"
"Looked a bit more monster-y to me, signor."
Peter rolled his eyes under his mask, but Wade could easily sense it in the tone of his voice and the overdramatic sigh he gave him.
"We just need to find him, okay? After that we'll go back to date night, you big baby." Spiderman said, going on his tiptoes to give a big smoosh on Wade's cheek.
Wade simply started mumbling, "I won't say I'm in love" and Peter rolled his eyes another time but with a grin he failed to hide.
On the other side of the streets, two teenagers looked at them abruptly and excitedly shouted,
"Yo, what's up, Spiderman?"
"Yeah, what's up? Cool latex, bruh!"
And the other one nodded, approvingly.
"You fighting any crime tonight?"
"Not yet, but you guys better stay away before I stop you for being too cool!"
And the two boys laughed in between, "Oh, I love that guy!" "My fav hero, you know?" "Oh my god, same!"
"Be careful on your way home!" Screamed Peter, waving goodbye at them.
"'Before I stop you for being too cool?' What are you, a dandy high school teacher?"
"God, I feel old." Peter said, finally out of sight of the two boys, tragically putting his hands all over his face.
"Well, keep telling yourself that, and it's only gonna be truer and truer everyday, you goddamn twenty four year old grandpa."
Spiderman was gonna make a comeback at that but Deadpool put a hand on his arm, stopping him in his rhythm.
"What?"
"I think that's the street I left him in."
"Wait you left him there? In the cold? Unconscious? Did you not learn anything about last month's intervention? Unconscious equals hospital and homeless equals service homes. They might not have beds, but at least it's not the cold street and I thought I was clear when-"
"Everything you're saying is so valid and important, buttercup, but now's not the time. I think-"
A red dot came from the roof and in a second, Wade pushed Peter as far as he could, taking the three bullets in his torso. He screamed out in pain and surprise, but his adrenaline kicked in and he immediately started to climb the emergency stairs he used just the day before. He shouted, while being completely focused on the black shadow on the roof:
"Are you okay?"
To which Peter responded by:
"Stop taking so many bullets, asshole! Just fucking get out of the way!"
"Love ya too!"
And in two jumps, he was on the roof ready to fuck up the bitch who even tried to hurt them. Spidey somehow got there a millisecond before and, with a kick, unharmed the sniper who just tried to shoot both of them and jumped on him, placing the other one firmly on the ground.
"Who are you?!" Shouted Spiderman with a more grave voice.
"Aww, sweetie, I think it's hot that you're trying the new technique I showed you but there's an easier way," Deadpool said lovingly before taking off the mask of the sniper, revealing a bald white man. "Okay, never mind I don't know him, do go on."
Spidey pushed the man once again into the roof.
"One more chance before I let him have some fun with your toy." Threatened Spiderman.
Deadpool interrupted again.
"Okay so I know you meant his gun but it just sounded very sexual and I just wanted to say that-"
"Wade! That's why I don't bring you to missions with me, okay? So please, two seconds of staying in character?"
"Wow, okay, I don't even mind that you always go with Bruce Banner, you know, never even crossed my mind that you might think he's better than me or something."
"Why am I third-wheeled right now?" Said the anonymous man on the ground.
Deadpool finally gave a big sigh, took the gun a few meters away and prepared to pull the trigger.
"On four, I will put a bullet in your foot. On five, I'll put one in your shoulder and on six, I'll put one in your dick. You decide when you want me to stop. One… Two…"
"Okay, okay, fine! Jesus, I'm just a security officer in some science lab!"
"And they give you a permit to kill there? You can't just fucking SHOOT ANYONE LIKE THAT!" Spiderman's breathing started speeding up and Deadpool felt the emotions take Peter by the throat. He put one hand on his shoulder and whispered in his ear.
"Hey, I'm okay. He's stopped. I'm okay."
"No, you're not. You're shot 'cause this asshole played fucking god and-"
Deadpool broke the gun with his thigh or, actually, tried to, but gave another pained growl because that shit is hard to break.
"Man, they make it seem so easy in the movies. Fuck!" And he smashed the gun onto the hard floor, finally breaking it in small pieces. He stood tall after that and said, a bit breathlessly, "See, I'm fine. Everyone is fine."
He then took what was left of the gun as a bat and got close to the man, just above his head and made some quick smashing practices with the gun before looking into the bald man's eyes.
"So, tell me why you're here and what lab you're from. And then, maybe, when you lose consciousness after the beating you're gonna get, I'm gonna drag your useless body to an hospital. So, your choice, hospital or no hospital?"
After receiving all that information, the duo preferred to simply go back to Peter's apartment. They left the security man two blocks away from a hospital since it was "close enough" and they told themselves they would search this "Eddie Brock" the next day.
It was when Peter was brushing his teeth that the events seemed to, yet again, sink in. His eyes became full and, holding the bathroom sink, he sniffed quietly. And the more he thought about it, the more he couldn't help the tears. He spit his toothpaste foam and rinsed his toothbrush, silently and heavily making his way to his bed where Wade was already in, fully emerged in the sheets.
Peter simply let himself fall onto the other body, onto the sheets, and pushed his weeping face in the other's neck. He felt as if he had to apologize, but when he opened his mouth only some deeper words seemed to find their way.
"I'm never able to save you." He said, pushing his arms under the sheets so he could hold the other man in his arms.
"Maybe it's because I don't want you to."
"You'll need to let me help you at some point."
"You're more important than me." Wade answered, calm and certain.
"That's it, next week's intervention is on self-esteem." Peter said, meaning every word and yet changing the tone of the conversation, feeling calmer and calmer close to Wade. He got on his elbows to face his boyfriend and gave him a determined kiss.
"My beautiful nerd." Wade said. "I can't wait. But, now get in bed, I call shotgun on the big spoon tonight."
Peter laughed, getting in bed, almost forgetting the damp feeling on his cheeks and the panic fading in his heart. Panic created by the thought that always seemed to make him lose control.
Someday, Wade's gonna get himself killed.