"You brought him here!" those furious words crashed through the dark and numbness Peter had been in beforehand. He groaned, unhappy with having been disturbed. His body making him incredibly aware again of the fact he was injured. Pain shooting everywhere, though they weren't overwhelming. He could feel something holding the worst back. A drug? Whatever it was, he was glad. His mind settled down again, content to rest more. To heal.

"Couldn't just him where any of the other shitholes could find him" A voice muttered sounding almost childish. Though he could tell the muttering was done to try and avoid disturbing him again. He shifted, for the moment not caring about where he was, only wanting to sleep. He felt so tried. His body numb and mostly relaxed.

A hand rubbed his shoulder, pulling the blanket further up on him, much to his pleasure. Warmth. He sunk into the feeling. It had been a while since he felt this warm. Not since he moved out of his Aunt's house.

"He's sweet like this" The second voice commented again. Something nipped in his mind. Something which said it was important for him to wake up now. That he knew who was around him and it wasn't good.

"Not the point!" The first voice, sounding more distorted now, clicks lining the words. Peter frowned. He knew these voices, but that one. Who was that? The one which sent shivers down his spine. "He's not ready"

"And if I had left him, he would never be ready" Defended the other. "Let him rest Darling. He's not going anywhere" What he was laying on shifted, the person moving away from him. There was an angry growl from the other, but no argument. A door shut, leaving back in blissful silence. Well as quiet as the city got.

The darkness seeped in again and Peter let it take him gladly. Embracing the peace it brought, not yet ready to face reality again. He was so tried. At least here he was safe. In the darkness. Even his pains faded here. No one to be responsible for. No one to blame him. No rent which was always overdue and far too expensive for what he was living in. No delivery job to be late for. No paper to get photos for. No college to study for. Just nothingness.

The next time the darkness seeped away, someone was shaking his shoulder. "Kid" A voice grunted. It was rough. Smoker's voice. He knew who it was, but at the moment he still wasn't quite ready to face up to him. Peter hummed, curling up tighter. Not yet. Longer. "Come on Kid, need you to wake up for a bit"

"Don't wanna" he muttered, not ready to leave his shell. He knew he wouldn't be happy once things clicked in. Once he remembered. "Tired" He murmured, trying to force the darkness back over him. Wrapping it around him like a blanket.

"No you don't" More shaking, making him wince slightly, "You can sleep more soon. Don't worry" Promised the voice. Arms curled around him and he was lifted. His head resting on a strong shoulder as he was carried somewhere.

"Still not fully aware?" the scary voice with clicks commented. "What did you give him?"

"Nothing too strong" Peter shivered in a different way at the feeling of the voice rumbling though the strong muscles he was resting against. The scary voice chuckled.

"You sure? Little Spidey is very relaxed" It almost seemed to purr. Too happy.

Peter groaned his mind finally starting to wake up. He blinked at he was put down on something. His vision blurry from sleep. He didn't fight as his arms were moved behind him, still mostly in nothingness. Then he heard a clicking sound of handcuff. Suddenly his mind was very awake.

"Wha?" He looked around, looking up to find two men in the room. One he knew and one he didn't but had a fairly good idea who it was. Before he could react, Deadpool poked him in the rips. Peter yelled in pain, curling slightly, but found himself braced by strong arms.

"Don't try anything Kid" Deadpool warned, "You're in bad shape at the moment and we're not gonna hurt you" He ruffled Peter's hair. Peter blinked before growling. His mask was off. But then again so was Deadpool's and Eddie's. Deadpool ignored him, instead choosing to sit down behind him and put a pillow on his lap. Making it so Peter was leaning against him.

"What do you want?" Peter asked, "And where is my suit!"

"In the wash" Deadpool shrugged, "Mud and blood all over it"

"We want nothing yet" Eddie commented, moving over by them, holding a tray with soup on, his voice taking on the clicking noise. "For now, you should just rest and recover. We've dealt with who did this"

Peter's stomach grumbled and he blushed slightly. "Any ideas why they wanted me dead?" He asked, knowing what was going to happen next. He was going to get spoon fed, he could tell. He wanted to protest but Deadpool was giving him a look. Dangerous look. He shifted, his arms hurting. The man let him, simply making sure he didn't fall of his lap.

"Same as every other villain in this city Parker" Eddie commented, sitting on a stool next to the sofa so he was at the right height to feed the injured hero. "You get in the way too much"

Peter shrugged. Not fighting as Brooks put a spoon on soup in his mouth. There were some battle not worth fighting. Asking for his hands back was likely one of them. "I'm sure I could feed myself you know" He muttered, "Why are you doing this?"

"You could, but this is funnier" Deadpool grinned at him. Peter shot him a glare, which man the man laugh more. He winced at the Deadpool's movements shifted him uncomfortably. "Sorry Kid" The man said in a good humour tone, hands stroking Peter's back gently.

"We don't want anything for a while yet. But we want you alive" Eddie commented, feeding Peter some more soup. "Which involves not leaving you when you're passed out on the street. Though personally I would have taken you to your house or a clinic" He hissed at Deadpool up shrugged uncommitted.

"No, Venom would have forced you to bring him here as well" Deadpool commented. "Like the alien would let someone touch his Spidey when hurt that he didn't trust"

Peter looked between the two as they glared at each other. Suddenly feeling like he should somehow get out of the way. Eddie growled but finished feeding Parker. "You are staying the night and then we'll take you home" He said calmly. No clicking letting Peter know he meant him and Deadpool.

"What's the catch?" Peter asked cautiously, knowing Deadpool never did anything for free.

"Behave" Deadpool shrugged, "As we said, we have plans for you. But they aren't for a while yet" He ruffled Peters hair, "So relax and watch TV" Peter gulped, getting a sinking feeling at the looks the two men were giving him. Whatever these plans were, they didn't sound good for him at all. But at least they wanted him alive for now.