HAI I made another update cause this entire book is done for over a year so pffft. Here's the old-new chapter

Peter loses everything and gets very sick; luckily Wade Wilson is there for the rescue! Eventual smut, slash, offensive language and blood in later chapters.

Disclaimer: sadly, I do not own these characters.

Enjoy!

-Peter-

When I next woke up I was in an unfamiliar bed. It was warm and comfortable and it didn't look like any bad guys were about to kill me so I was reluctant to get up. By the bed was a dehumidifier and a cup of fresh, hot tea. Wherever I was, I was being taken care of. I didn't like it. Felt like charity. I still felt so tired, but I had to get out of there, so I got up and stumbled to the door. I opened it and-

"What the fuck are you doing out of bed, Webs?!" An all too familiar voice almost shouted. It was Deadpool. Shit. Before I could say anything he hauled me into the air and dropped me on the bed.

"I'm going home." I muttered, trying to get up again.

"Sowwy, but the wittle buggy's too sick," he pushed me back down. "Ya gotta fever of 106. You're not going anywhere like that even if I let you."

"I'm fine" I lied.

"Look, you may think I'm some baaad guy who'll do anything for a quick buck," he steamed, "and it's probably true, but I'm trying to HELP you here!"

"I don't want your help." I spat.

He sighed, "... shut up yellow voice." he said, causing much confusion on my part. "look I'm not gonna fight you here. You're sick and you need rest so just give me a fucking chance. See? I'm not making stupid jokes or being sarcastic or anything. I'm being a fucking sincere, rational guy and 'caring' about you. So fucking. Let. Me. Help."

We starred at each other for a while until I finally gave up. "Fine."

-Wade-

[I don't like him. He's too stubborn] {I agree with white box, lets go make tacos!} I wish they'd stop talking. I wish for once they'd leave me alone so I could actually figure shit out. But no, they're always there. Always. Fucking. There. {Hey! You're brakin my heart here, man!} Oh, I know I am. Does it burn, yellow voice? Does it fucking burn? {Y U gotta be so cold?} I bet it does, I bet my words hurt in your empty, meaningless, nonexistent heart. {WAAAAAA! WHITE BOOOOOX! Wade's being mean to meeeee!} [shut up, yellow box.]

I had to deal with that internal argument while also fighting with webs. When I finally got through to him I wasn't really mad at the voices anymore. I was kinda guilty, actually. Sorry, yellow voice. { *sniffle* yeah... Jerk...} I smiled at Webs. Though he couldn't see it through my mask.

"I made you some tea. It'll help you feel better." I pointed at the bedside table. "Your suit's in the wash. Have you ever washed that thing? It was filthy. Figured I should keep your mask and underwear on, though."

Webs drank his tea, and said nothing. "You warm enough? I've got more blankets in the closet."

He nodded. "So what's your real name? I feel like calling you 'Webs' or 'Spidey' is too impersonal."

He just stared at me for a while. I sighed. "Secret, I guess. Or maybe you just don't like me. That's fine. FYI my name's Wade. Wade Wilson." I Turned and was about to leave, but...

"Peter." He said

I looked at him. "Peter. That's a nice name." I turned again and walked out.