Tuesday

In all honesty Peter has stopped being surprised that everything apparently blows up around Wade. Though he must admit this is the first time they've dealt with a fire in a block of flats. He swings down to land next to the firefighter who is co-ordinating the team, jets of water soaking the building in front of them, but not making much ground with stopping the flames.

'Is everyone out?' he asks, as Wade runs up behind him.

The man turns to look at him, a brief flicker of relief crossing his face as he realises who is speaking to him. It quickly fades as he shakes his head. 'The fire started half way up the building, there's people trapped above but we can't get through to help them and the buildings nearby aren't taller than the fire for us to get someone across safely, they'd be scorched just trying to get in.'

'Leave that to us,' Peter tells him. 'We'll get them out while you concentrate on the fire. Do you know where they all are? Are they together?'

The man shrugs. 'Sorry, Spider-Man, I have no idea. We've got our hands full trying to contain the blaze.'

'Can you send paramedics over when they arrive? We'll head up to the top of that building,' he points to the one on the right, 'and start getting people out.'

'Will do Spider-Man. Just be careful, we don't want to lose you to the fire,' the firefighter says, turning to give instructions to find a paramedic.

'Let's go, Baby Boy,' Wade says, and the two of them make their way up the other building. As they climb Peter notices the fire escape on the other building is broken, giving him a reason to why people are trapped up above.

'Alright Karen I need Droney to scout out where everyone is in the building and if anyone is in immediate danger,' he says to his AI as they climb.

'Of course, Peter,' she responds, and the drone detaches itself from his suit and flies off.

'What's the plan?' Wade says as they reach the top, the heat from the fire reaching them even across the gap between the buildings.

'When we know how many there are we need to get them all in one place,' he muses out loud. 'If we can get them to that balcony,' he points at a spot far enough above the fire to be away from the flames, but not too high that someone could injure themselves swinging down to the roof they were currently on, 'we can send them across on my webs and one of us catches them here.'

'Alright you get me over there then I'll pass them over to you,' Wade says.

'What? Wade it makes more sense if I'm over there,' he argues, 'if the webs go then I can replace them easier, and I can make sure there's extra webbing on them so they don't fall. Plus having your knives to cut through the webs on this side means you can throw them back quicker and I'll use less fluid. I've never used them near fire like this before I don't know how long they'll last.'

'If you think I'm going to let you stand in a fucking burning building you're an idiot,' Wade all but growls at him.

Peter holds up a hand as Karen reports back. 'There's ten people trapped in the building: three children, one elderly man, two women, a teenage boy, and three men. They're spread out across three floors.'

He relays the information to Wade. 'Look,' he says, 'how about we both go over there. I can give you the positions of the different groups and you can go get them and bring them to the balcony. While you do that I'll swing the others over until everyone is there, then you can take someone over and I'll pass the rest to you?'

'Or you could stay here.'

'And what would that accomplish but taking more time? We don't have time to argue Wade we either do it my way where we're both in the same amount of danger or I leave you standing here and go run through the building myself!' He fires a web at the building and then looks over his shoulder. 'Now are you coming?'

'One day, Peter Parker,' Wade sighs, 'you will learn to fucking listen to me.' He shakes his head and wraps his arms around Peter's shoulders, allowing the web-slinger to carry them across the gap and then crawl up to the balcony. He climbs over the railing first then offers his hand to the younger male. 'I can come back from inhaling smoke and getting burnt alive, Pete,' he says, cupping the spider's face, 'you can't and I can't lose you.'

'Wade this is what we do,' he reminds him softly, 'and if we do it together we're safer than doing it alone, right? Now come on, Karen says the furthest group from here is a mother and father and their two kids. Let's go get them before the building collapses.' Before he can lead the way Wade pulls him back, pushing up his mask and pressing a kiss to his lips.

'Just be careful.'

Peter presses a kiss back. 'You too. The teenager is on the same floor as the family, two floors down. Let's go get them.'

'Mommy what do we do?' the little girl's voices reaches Peter as he peers through the smoke, very thankful that the suit filters it out so he isn't struggling to breathe. He's sent Wade to find the teenager at the other end of the building, promising to meet him on the landing above and regroup.

'We'll be fine, Princess,' he hears a scared, rasping voice respond, 'someone will find us and take us down.'

'But Mommy the fire's getting closer,' the little girl cries.

'Hey now,' he says, finally finding the family of four huddling in the corner of what appears to be the parents' bedroom, 'you don't need to worry, little one, me and my buddy Deadpool are going to get you out of here alright?'

'Spider-Man!' the little boy shouts, and the mother sobs in relief.

'Oh thank god!' the father replies, scrambling to his feet and pulling his family up. 'We didn't know if anyone could make it up.'

'We need to hurry,' he replies, 'she's right the fire is moving fast. We're going to head up and swing you across to another building alright? Can you all walk?'

'My wife,' the man looks back as the woman wobbles on her feet, 'she struggles with breathing and the smoke is starting to affect her.'

'Let's move then,' he picks up the two children, 'are you alright to support her if I take these two?'

'Thank you,' she rasps, leaning heavily on her husband as Peter hurries them out of the door, the children clinging to the suit tightly. They meet Wade pulling a wide-eyed teenage boy as they reach the stairs. There's a crashing sound below them and Peter has a bad feeling one of the floors has given out. A fact Karen confirms.

'We need to hurry,' he says, 'two floors down has just collapsed-' he's cut off by a thump behind him and he turns to see the mother collapsed, her husband kneeling next to her.

'Mommy!' the children scream.

Wade curses and hurries forward. 'No!' Peter cuts him off, passing one of the children to the teenager and the other to their father. 'Pool on the next floor is the old man, go up and turn left he's at the end of the corridor on the right.'

'Mr Lee's still in here?' the father asks, standing with his daughter.

'Bring him up to the balcony,' Peter ignores him and kneels next to the woman. 'I'll take this group and start taking them over to the rooftop. Then I'll tell you where the last ones are.'

'Right,' Wade nods and takes off.

'I-I-I can't-' the teenager is looking terrified at the boy in his arms as Peter picks up the unconscious, but thankfully still breathing, woman.

'Look,' he says, as calmly as possible, 'I need you to be a hero for this little guy, alright? I know it's scary, trust me I know, but we're going to get out of here if we work together. Can you be a hero for me? Five minutes I promise, and you don't have to wear a mask or a spandex suit.'

The teenager gives a small chuckle and nods, face determined. Thankfully they reach the balcony without any more problems, and the rest of the group sit on the floor catching their breath as Peter lays the woman on the ground and checks the web he left on the side of the building. It looks like its holding well, and he can see a paramedic waving from the opposite roof.

'We've got help waiting on the other side,' he tells the others, 'now I'm going to take her over first, then come back for the children.'

'You said there were other people in here?' the teenager looks at him. 'Deadpool went to get Mr Lee, but who else is here?'

'Err…' Peter looks at the scans Karen had pulled up for him. 'Pool's on his way now with the old man. There's a woman and a child downstairs I'll send him for, as well as another man; then there's someone at the other end of the building one floor up.'

'Which apartment is he in?' the teenager struggles to his feet, 'I can go get him. Let me help.'

'You don't-'

'I know, but I want to, and it saves you two time,' he pleads with big eyes and Peter sighs.

'Alright, he's in apartment 65.' He tries to ignore the sense of dread as the teenager nods and runs off, turning his attention back to the family. 'Can you tell Deadpool what happened when he gets here?' he asks the father. 'Then tell him to go downstairs to apartments 43 and 45.'

'Of course,' he responds, pulling his children close and Peter picks up the woman's body again and, grabbing hold of the web, swings across the other building; once there he gently lays her down and leaves her in the hands of a paramedic. 'I've got nine other people we'll be bringing across, but she's the worst of the lot. Everyone else is still walking.'

The paramedic just nods and continues his work, so Peter returns to the balcony in time to see Wade disappearing back through the door.

'Alright kids, one at a time, just to be safe,' he tells them, picking up the boy who had run up to him as soon as he appeared over the railings. When he returns for the little girl the teenager has returned with a large man in tow, who is puffing from the exertion of having run downstairs.

'Pool, you want to head over with this guy?' he gestures to the teenager, 'I think the paramedic's going to need some help to move the lady down if they can't get someone up to the roof.'

'Alright,' he still doesn't sound happy, but thankfully doesn't argue as Peter sends a replacement web up to the side of the building and tests it.

'Ready?' he asks, handing the end to Wade.

'I don't suppose you'd listen to my idea of you going-'

'Pool!'

'Alright, alright, I'm ready,' he huffs, grabbing hold of the web, slinging an arm around a very surprised teenager's waist and hauling them towards the railing.

'Wait!' Peter runs forwards, bending the railings away to make a gap for them to pass through. 'There, that'll make it easier.'

'Be careful, Spidey,' Wade says, 'or you'll be in so much trouble not even Tin Can will be able to save you.' And with that he swings down to the other rooftop, releasing the web and allowing Peter to pull it back.

'Do you want to go next?' he asks the father, 'you can help take your wife down and look after your children.'

The man smiles in relief and nods. Peter hands the web to him, and attaches it to his chest with some extra webbing, then gives him a push across the gap.

'Alright who's next?' he asks, seeing the man has reached his destination safely and Wade is cutting him loose.

'Me!' the large man puffs. 'If I stay here much longer I won't be able to breathe.'

'Wouldn't that be a shame?' the old man snarks.

'I'll get all of you out I promise,' Peter says, rolling his eyes under his mask. 'Come on.' He does the same to the larger man, and it takes a surprising amount of strength to push him across the gap. He nearly bursts out laughing when Wade gets flattened by the man landing on top of him when he reaches the other side. Along with his partner's excitable shout of 'SANTA!'

Knowing he'll take too long for him to wait, Peter sends another web up the side of the building and beckons the old man forwards. When he is safely across he turns to the other occupants. The mother is crouching in a corner with her little girl, who is wrapped around something Peter can't make out. Wanting to go for speed more than anything he grabs the last man and sends him across, then hurries to where they're crouching.

'We need to get you out of here,' he says as gently as possible. 'Come on, I'll let you ride on one of my webs.'

'What about Molly?' the girl wails, looking up at him with a tearstained face.

'Who's Molly?' he asks.

'She's my best friend!'

'Where is she?'

'No you can't-'

'She's back in our apartment,' the girl hiccups, cutting off her mother's protests.

'You are not sending Spider-Man back for-'

'Miss please,' he says, 'if you hold on to her I can send you both across and go back for Molly. I'll be out before you even know I'm gone. What apartment are you?'

'We're 43, but-'

'No buts,' he says, pulling them both to their feet and turning to the little girl. 'Now I need you to hold on tightly to your Mommy while I go get Molly alright?' She nods and Peter makes sure the web is securely attached to the woman before webbing the girl to her. 'Now on the count of three I'm going to push.'

'You promise you'll find Molly? She has black and white hair, and green eyes,' the little girl hiccups.

'I promise,' he says, smoothing down her hair. 'Now are you ready? One, two, three!'

Once he's seen Wade catch them he spins and runs back inside. 'Karen any idea who or what Molly is?'

'There's only one other lifeform in here, Peter,' she responds, 'and it's in apartment 43.'

'Well at least I'm not running through fire for a doll,' he mutters, vaulting down the stairs and bursting through the door to apartment 43 and looking around. 'Molly? Molly, where are you? Why am I even calling? I don't even know what Molly is.' Then he spies something under a chair. 'Oh, hey you must be Molly-'

Then the floor gives out.

'A cat.'

'Wade can we not-'

'You went back into a burning building for a fucking cat?!'

'Ow! Careful!'

'Don't you tell me to be careful when you just risked your life going back for a fucking cat.'

'But the little girl wanted her cat saved, and I wasn't going to be able to convince her to go if I didn't,' he protests, wincing and Wade continues to apply the burn cream to his shoulder. He's grabbed it from the paramedic once he'd swung through the window of the girl's apartment with the cat under his arm; a scratched suit and arm, and a burn on his shoulder for his trouble. Wade had taken one look at him and marched him away, leaving him in no uncertain terms he was no longer calling the shots on this patrol.

'You could have just said you'd gone to look and couldn't find it,' despite the anger and frustration in his tone the hand that's rubbing in the cream is gentle.

'I couldn't do that,' he protests, 'anyway you know I can't lie to save my life.'

'But still it was a fucking cat. I mean a child, yeah I understand. A cat.'

'Alright, I get it, you are not a cat person,' he rolls his eyes, running his hand through his hair and wincing a little as it pulls at the burn on his shoulder.

'Stop moving,' Wade scolds him, gently pulling his arm down, 'I know you have super healing but this is going to need some help. And this is nothing about me being a cat person or not. This is about me thinking you'd died going to get a fucking-'

'-a cat. I know, you've yelled it in my ear enough times. I'm sorry alright? I just- she looked so devastated I couldn't not try.'

Wade is silent as he finishes rubbing in the cream. When he finishes he wraps his arms around Peter's middle, leaning down to press a kiss to where his neck and shoulder meet. Sighing in relief, Peter leans back against the mercenary, relaxing a little as they sit on the rooftop they'd sought sanctuary on after the fire.

'I know you couldn't,' the older man finally admits, voice quiet, 'it's one of the things I lo- admire most about you, Baby Boy, one of the things that drew me to you in the first place. I just… for a couple of truly fucking horrible moments, when we heard the crash and the ash and flames were pouring out that window, before you came swinging out like the superhero you are, I honestly thought I'd lost you.'

'I'm sorry,' he says, voice equally quiet, and turns his head to give his boyfriend a soft kiss.

'You promised not to go anywhere I can't follow.' Wade reminds him.

'I won't.'

A/N: Hi everyone! I'm back! Hope you enjoy the first two chapters of the new special. I'll be updating two chapters each week for the next month, and then there'll be another short break until the sequel proper is up.

This story came as a suggestion from one of my wonderful readers, so hope you enjoy.

L x

As always here's your sneak peek:

'Oh my god, you just saved me,' her eyes are wide and her voice breathless as she leans against the wall, 'Spider-Man just saved me.'
'Well Black Widow helped,' he gestures to the woman, realising he knows this girl from school, her name's Lisa and she used to be friends with Liz.
'You're way too modest,' she suddenly smiles and appears to pull herself together, pushing away from the wall and coming up to him. Peter suddenly feels very uncomfortable at how close she's getting and tries to take a couple of steps back, only for his back to hit a dumpster. 'You're such a hero, everyone at school thinks you're incredible.'
Out of the corner of his eye he sees Natasha shaking with silent laughter and knows he's going to get no help from her. 'Uh, well, I'm flattered and everything but, you know, compared to the team I haven't really done all that much and-'
'Hey I know,' she cuts him off and gets further into his personal space, placing a hand on his chest and he's really tempted to fire a web and swing away but he thinks Natasha would have a go at him for being rude, 'why don't I give you my number and we can go for coffee sometime? I mean I have to say thank you for saving me.'