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THEY DO CONTAIN SPOILERS, HOWEVER!

CHAPTER 1:

Spiderman's arch nemesis is officially: Deadpool.

Deadpool, otherwise known as The Merc with The Mouth. Or as Peter likes to say: the bloke who simply never shuts the hell up! Good gods, that man could talk, and talk for days on end. About the oddest subjects, or the crudest come ons. Nothing seems to matter to him, except embarrassing the hell out of "The Love of My Life," - Spider-Man, otherwise known as one, (albeit unknown to a few superheroes, most anti-heroes, and all villains) Peter Parker.

Ever since his first meeting with Deadpool, when Spiderman had tried to save a 10-year old girl from falling to her death and alternatively had fallen head first upon the hard concrete beneath them, brutally hitting his head, and nearly cracking the back of his skull open - Deadpool was an annoyance at best, and an outright hindrance at worst! Instead of trying to help Spiderman, or even the child, he had simply laughed off Spiderman's injuries, and then traded barbs which essentially boiled down to how he wouldn't have such an idiot to have crushed himself like a spider beneath a boot heel.

To which, Spiderman had snapped that at the very least, Deadpool could have grabbed hold of the child while his own head stopped leaking blood, or his scrambled brains quit spinning, to which Deadpool has simply shrugged and walked off to the side of the narrow alleyway to watch events further unfold from a slight distance. From there he could observe, be as critical as usual, and essentially be an enormous waste of space.

Plain clothes officers retrieved the attempted kidnappers from Spider-Man's webs with a uniformed officer, while his partner had taken Spider-Man's statement. The rather attractive blonde Emergency Medic with the warm chocolate eyes had bandaged the back of his head up, while he gently flirted, and asked Spiderman out. Wanting to groan in despair, he sadly turned the man's offer down. If only he was able to meet people as Spiderman and then actually date them, he thought all of the time, and that time was no different.

With another annoyed sigh concerning The Merc With The Mouth, before webbing off to look for wherever he had wandered off to after he had made gestures to Spiderman about him giving the Medic oral sex in that alleyway, which was not entirely original, but certainly more than a little humiliating. All of this he had done before laughing hysterically and climbing up a fire escape and jumping from building to building as he continued to laugh and mock Spiderman about his sex life, or apparent lack thereof.

As Spiderman climbed to the top of the fifth building's rooftop, he came upon Deadpool as he rambled on and on about how he is "reformed", and no longer murders innocent people left and right for the most amount of money somebody would give him, and he would have helped tonight but he had better things to do. (Apparently better than helping a 10-year old, attempted kidnap victim from falling off a rooftop or Spiderman from bleeding to death!)

The infamous Merc With The Mouth simply refuses to shut up. That day, or any other. Complimenting Spiderman's "tight, lush, arse" soon became his way of saying hello, complimenting his "seductive dreamy voice" his way of continuing, hell even the way he "webbed up those bad-guy's gives me the hardest hard-on!" was considered small-talk to the talkative Mercenary. It was enough to make Spiderman scream in annoyance.

Hence, this evening.

The past few months while out on patrol Peter had been getting these migraine headaches, and the past few weeks he had been sleeping more, and more. These past few days he seemed to be blacking out. Waking up in strange alleys utterly exhausted, having missed hours of time that he simply could not recall. It was starting to frighten, Peter Parker, but what could he do?

Tonight all he could think of was running down Deadpool, and putting an end to his annoying habit of running his damn mouth. Toss him out of Peter's beloved city and make him stay away from decent, hardworking people. This is what is running through his mind as he hunts down Deadpool. He is finally ready to get rid of The Merc with The Mouth.

"Spidey! I'm so happy to see you!" Is the rather easy-going greeting he receives. He expected something much, much more crude and laden with sexual innuendo, and even though it didn't happen he is still finished with the madman, his jokes, but most of all his weird games.

"You are done, Deadpool! I want you gone from New York." He snaps at him in annoyance.

"But Spidey, I have a Special Mission that The Avengers gave me; I can't just leave." Deadpool wailed as he began to beg. "Especially seeing how important it is..." He trailed off as though listening to some unheard voice.

Spiderman covers his face with his left hand and groans. "There is about a zero chance of The Avengers asking you to work with them." He pauses before continuing on, "Let alone for them! I don't know what kind of fairy-tale you are trying to spin here Deadpool, but I am not going to stand here and listen to your lies. You are Leaving, now!" He starts to shout as he grabs the other man and proceeds to drag him away.

"We cannot just tell him. They said not to." Deadpool starts saying, perhaps to himself. "No! I am not leaving. It is too important!" He yells as he struggles with Spiderman.

Webbing him up and dragging him down the alley, he does not even get a block when the mumbling bundle starts speaking again, "We are not going to just leave! Spidey!" He yells in excitement. "Let's play hide and seek, instead. I am first!"

Turning around he sees that Deadpool had cut himself out of the web and is now climbing up an apartment building's fire escape ladder. Sighing in exasperation, he goes after him. He is simply not going to take no for answer. But alas, tossing Deadpool out of his city was considerably easier said, than actually done. On top of the building he scans for the other man in the mask.

Suddenly, he feels cold as though water or something is dripping on him, but glancing up it didn't appear to be raining. Then he feels very strange indeed as his eyes close and he remembers almost nothing.

The last thing he can recall is Deadpool sneaking up on him like a child and attempting to "scare" him by noisily jumping out of the shadows shouting, "I got you!" at the top of his lungs, as he grabbed him low on his waist from behind, as yes, you guessed it: He complimented Spiderman's fine arse.

Now, at least a few hours later, he finds himself in what appears to be a greyish blue living room in an apartment, as strange music thunders on an ancient stereo system in the background and cold air swirls around the room. Red lighting flashes and it is difficult to see but a dark shape appears behind him, almost like a shadow. Except, it seems to posses a giant mouth and sharp teeth. Strangely his Spider Sense is not even tingling. He must have imagined it after all, because as he turns around to face an open window there is nobody else there - the room is entirely empty.

Shivering in fear, Spiderman does not see anything at all, except the dull black curtains fluttering by a vast open window. He pauses, having heard a sudden heart breaking sound. He slowly walks to the black stereo sitting on a six foot tall black shelf, and turns it off. Momentarily confused as to where he is or why he is here at all. Off in the distance he hears that haunting sound again but much, much quieter. Carefully, he makes his way to what appears to be a red bedroom full of tan boxes piled high seem to which contain all sorts of different types of weapons and oddly enough a few stuffed toys.

Such an odd combination.

There! There it is again. This must be where the sound is coming from.

A low moan of fear, and a tiny voice filled with pain, begging. Pleading for mercy, "No. No. No! Please. Not again, please."

Spiderman's spine stiffens in horror, somebody has been hurt and needs help. Under a dark thin blue blanket lay a shivering figure on a rather large bed. This was the source of the sounds, the begging, the terror. And oddly enough his Spider Sense again does not even tingle, not even a minuscule amount. Perhaps it is because the person is a victim and means him no harm? Yes, this has to be it, he decides on an impulse.

Gently, so as not to further damage the victim (of this he had no doubt whatsoever) he very, very quietly lays down beside the person, whispering soothing nonsense. The figure stiffens in utter terror, and begins sobbing hysterically.

"P-p-please, don't. Please. J-just n-no!"

"I'm not going to harm you," he speaks very carefully, trying to comfort whomever this is that is in such complete and utter pain.

Squirming away the figure is shaking so hard, that the thin worn-out blanket has started to slip off. All he could possibly do is reach out as non-threatening as possible, and cover the person back up.

The shaking had began to subside, somewhat. "You aren't... aren't going to h-h-hurt m-me?"

He strained to hear the next syllables, but what he thought he had heard made no sense. None at all! It had sounded like the person had said, 'again', but that was an impossibility, because he would never hurt anybody! Besides, Spiderman did not even know who this person was, and even if he did he certainly would never harm them regardless of whoever it was.

The rather small bed was almost against one wall, and to not make the person feel as trapped, he got up for a moment. He was also looking for clues as to who this person was. Strangely enough he found bits and pieces of red and black fabric. No, he thought it cannot be! It was... Impossible!

"Deadpool!"

His voice came out sharply, nearly forgetting the last few minutes entirely.

Sobbing.

Hysterical sobbing.

Spiderman went to the bed again and without thinking pulls the top part off the blanket completely off the shaking figure. What the hell is going on! Is this some sort of game? Yet another way to get at him.

Is this even Deadpool?

The person is clearly a man, but looks to be badly injured. He has open wounds that seem to be healing, scars that are actively seeping puss and blood, wet as well as dry, everywhere. His bald head is covered in scars, blood, and looks to also be seeping puss.

"What the hell!" He snaps without regard.

"N-no! P-p-p-l-l-ease! N-n-not a-ag-g-a-a-in!"

Shivering and shaking the man before him is also sobbing uncontrollably in complete fear.

He opens his deep, glazed, feverish and bloodshot brown eyes which seem to be both filled with tears and an immense pain. It is all Peter could do to look into them, and not want to die from the sheer terrifying emotion he sees written there. Surely this person is somebody else! Somebody other than Deadpool.

Reaching out he asks quite tenderly, "Who are you?"

Dark eyes wide, the man quietly says, "Wade. Wade Wilson." Flinching as Peter reaches for him once again he hastily added, "I-I am Deadpool, too. P-Please, anything, but t-h-his a-a-gain."

Confused, Peter Parker pulls his hand back and moves away from Wade. What had happened? And why was Deadpool not only giving his real name but apparently frightened to death of him? Exactly what had occurred here to this man that had caused this extreme frightened terror?

Glancing around he discovers an iPod and presses the screen to unlock the Date & Time feature, but not the music player. It has been over a few weeks since the night that he remembers with Deadpool teasing him like a child.

More than two entire weeks!

Hesitantly, he turns back to Deadpool and takes in the man's condition, his feverish and confused look, his extreme fright, and draws a conclusion: He had blacked out and brutalised Deadpool, until all that was left was Wade Wilson, the innocent and helpless human hiding under that protective mask.

Whispering, "I'm sorry. I don't know what I did. I don't know what happened to you, or what I may, or my not have done to you." Peter pauses, drawing in a rather deep breath of agitation in, and then continues on with a much more heartfelt apology once the realisation hits him full force of exactly how badly he would have needed to harm Deadpool to peal back the layers that would reveal this completely human side of him named Wade Wilson.

"Oh, gods! I'm-I am so sorry!"

All he gets in response is a grown man sobbing like a little child, clutching a blanket in blind panic, pulling it closer and attempting to use it as a shield to protect him against his horrible foreboding. Shaking violently underneath the cover as Peter reaches out to try and offer what comfort he is able, Wade starts to whimper. He weeps as no grown man ever should as he begs nearly silent in his anxiety.

"N-n-n-o-o!" Gulping in air and chocking on it, Wade has gone as pale as a bridal sheet. Tracks of tears are running down his cheeks, and gradually erasing the blood stains. "P-l-l-e-e-a-s-e," Wilson begs tragically.

As gently as humanly possible, Peter Parker starts to reach out for him and to soothe him. He thinks he should remove his disguise and introduce his human self to Wade Wilson. Could he possibly make him feel at ease, if he tries hard enough to be human and understanding?

Steadily, he reaches for Wade as he removes his Spiderman spandex from bottom to top. He sees Wade's eyes suddenly go wider, and even more blank. His dead voice reaches out to Peter as he struggles for understanding, "Not," swallowing shallowly, "n-n-not again. I can't. Cannot-t-t-t. P-p-l-l-ea-se. P-l-l-e-e-a-a-s-e." Nearly chocking on the words he steadies himself, and tried again, 'A-a-a-a-nything, else. ANY-thing, but that."

Confused, Peter continues removing his clothing this time is top, but as Wade's wide, blank eyes appear to be shocked at the sight of more and yet more of Peter's skin, absolute understanding thunders harsh against his own heart. There is only one thing that would cause such a reaction. Only one.

Stopping midway with the removal of his clothing, he clutches the top to his body, runs out of the room and locks himself in a small, softly lighted bathroom.

He had raped, Deadpool. Hadn't, he?

Pulling off his Spiderman outfit entirely, and violently tossing it away to the furthest corner of the albeit tiny pale grey coloured room in sheer disgust, he covers his mouth with his hands to prevent himself from screaming. He had never felt such pure self hatred as he now felt in this instant. Never!

There was nothing more irredeemable than forcing somebody in such a way as to tear apart their very soul, ripping them and their sense of self into so many pieces that there was nothing left of who they used to be.

Who could ever forgive such a thing?

AUTHOR NOTES: This chapter quite strongly eludes to a violent and prolonged rape. It will NOT be shown in the next chapter but it will be referenced yet again! Most will understand what has happened from the clues contained in this next couple of chapters. In later chapters there will also be flashbacks, some more vivid than others. I do not think I shall write a chapter containing the actual Rape, but those flashbacks might contain the majority of it, albeit in piecemeal fashion.