Hello and welcome to my new story. This is a Spideypool fanfic, they are rather cute huh? Anyways, enjoy. Just warning upfront I'll try not to take too long to update but my computer is down (I am using my fiancée's computer at the moment).

I am always very careful to make sure no one sees my suit, but, I am even more careful when it comes to my scars. Lately, I have not worn my uniform. I have not been Spiderman for months, the media was finally giving up on Spiderman ever returning. I had given up on myself as well. Gwen died because of me, Uncle Ben was murdered because of me, Aunt May is on her death bed, and Mary Jane left me for a better man. I am quickly losing everyone that matters to me. It's all too much. This life doesn't seem real anymore and I don't want it to.

I pulled my sleeves up and saw all of my self-mutilations. They all mean something to me. Each scar is a battle I did not win. I can't take the pain and I want to control, at least, some of the pain. I grabbed a fresh razor blade and slashed another cut. Blood ran down my arm and I felt a relief. That feeling when you self-harm is a feeling like no other.

"Peter!" I hear coming from the living room. Getting up I cleaned my mess and ran to Aunt May.

"Is everything okay Aunt May?"

"Yes, Peter, I just need my nightly medicine. It should be on the kitchen counter."

"Alright Aunt May, I'll be right back." I went into the kitchen to get her medicine.

"Hey Petey!" I heard from a knock on the window. It was Wade. I opened the window and pulled him in.

"Damnit Wade, what are you doing here? You know what, you can explain that later. I'll be right back. Stay here." I walked out and went to Aunt May. Handing her the pills I noticed that her cup of water was not so fresh and could be much better.

"Aunt May your water looks horrible. You should have yelled for me."

"It's fine Peter."

"Let me get you some fresh water." I took her cup but first, reluctantly, let her take her medicine with it. "Would you like ice in it?"

"Please, you are such a good boy Peter. Your Uncle Ben would have been so proud to see the man you have grown up to be."

"Aunt May, it's only been a year since he died. Not that much has changed."

"Oh I disagree, you have grown up nicely, Peter. Now to the importance things, fresh ice water." She said with a smile. I smiled back at her and left for the kitchen where Wade was still hanging out. I got a fresh cup out of the cabinet and made her a glass of ice water with a straw.

"Can I follow?" Wade asked.

"No, stay here. I'll be back." I returned to Aunt May and gave her the fresh cup of ice water.

"Is there anything else I can get you?"

"Not, but thank you Peter. I am about to go to bed."

"Alright, I love you Aunt May. Good night." I said as I pulled her blanket up. I returned to the kitchen shortly after. Wade was sitting on the counter playing the knife game. He had stabbed almost all of his fingers by the time I returned.

"Wade you're making a mess! Stop stabbing your fingers!" He looked up and handed me the knife. The knife was covered in blood and I couldn't manage to hold it. I dropped the knife and Deadpool looked at me. I giggled and he looked at me oddly. Yes the man with multiple personalities looked at me oddly because I laughed.

"It's nothing Wade. So, why are you here?"

"I wanted to see my baby boy."

"Did you have a reason for wanting to see me, and I thought I told you not to call me baby boy?"

"Oh come on Spidey, why are you acting so cold?"

"I'm not being cold." I whimpered. Cold, it's always been a soft spot for me. Maybe I am cold. I really don't like being called cold though. I picked up the knife and cleaned it and Aunt May's old cup. I began to put them away as Wade talked once more.

"Hey. What's wrong? You don't patrol anymore, I never see you and when I do you act all weird. I can tell something is up. I know you think I am lying when I tell you this but I do love you Peter. This is Wade Wilson speaking and he wants you, the lucky Peter Parker to know that you have just won a prime seat in Wade's bed."

"Damn Wade, I don't think you could be serious if it were to kill you."

"No, I couldn't. Being serious is too boring." Wade walked over to the now still Peter and planted a kiss on his lips.

"Do you want to go to bed baby boy?"

"Shut up Wade." I grabbed his arm and blushed. I pulled him my way, walking up the stairs and into my room I laid on the bed. I then pulled Wade over top me.

"I knew you wanted me."

"It's not like we're doing anything, just cuddling."

"Good enough for me, Peter."