It had been roughly two weeks since the incident at the club, which Wade didn't tell Peter about. Tony still hadn't called or tried to get in contact with Peter, but his mind did drift to what the mercenary had said now and again. The college student became more and more hurt as the days went by without any word from his father. He may not have said it, but both Wade and Steve could tell how much pain he was in from the way he reached out more and more to Steve, asking how he and Tony were, and the general sense of loneliness hung over Peter when he was working on his newest invention, but he refused to cave first.

Living with his boyfriend was going fairly well. He was learning how to cook, now that J.A.R.V.I.S. wasn't doing most of the food prep. He was getting more and more acquainted with cleaning, as there were no longer maids to do it for him. He was learning budgeting, as Wade wasn't so good with numbers. It was a lot to adjust to, especially having grown up not being taught these things, but with help from his friends and stubborn determination, he was becoming independent. He hadn't realized how much work it would be to keep, even an apartment of just two, going smoothly and keep up with school work and being Spider-man, but Wade was there to help to the best of his abilities. MJ was also willing to pop in now and again to lend a hand. It was hard, but Peter could live like this, he'd get better with time, and now he had the rest of his life to do it.

*Time Skip*

Things continued in a similar way, until one night, when Spider-man insisted on helping Deadpool with his newest mission. Some baddies were holed up in some evil base, planning some evil thing while mining for some evil rocks. Wade hadn't really been paying attention. Excited to be on a team with Spidey, the merc with a mouth agreed to have him tag along. Now the two spandex-clad men crept into the underground mining base, all the while Peter's spidey senses where doing something odd. They weren't ringing like usual; it was as if there was a haze over them. Either way, the two snuck as far in as possible before they were discovered and a battle ensued, thanks to the merc with a mouth. Nothing the pair couldn't handle, only getting a few bruises and scrapes here and there. It wasn't until the assault on the two stopped that worry really started to set in.

"Deadpool."

"Hm? Ya baby boy?"

"You're still cut up," the younger man pointed out, causing the mercenary to look himself over, only to find that it was true.

"Well would you look at that, I am. Weird. I hadn't even noticed with my pain tolerance. Don't worry though." He waved it off. "Give it a minute, sometimes my healing factor has to catch up with me." Deadpool then turned to continue into the base, where more baddies probably waited for their impending ass kicking, but Spider-man reached out and grabbed the older man's hand and pulled him back.

"Let's wait for your healing to kick in. Don't want to end up with Deadweight as a partner now do I?" Wade chuckled, stepped closer to his boyfriend and grabbed his free hand. With both hands their hands linked, Deadpool began to swing them to and fro in childish glee, both men smiling under their masks as they waited... and waited... and waited.

The mercenary was becoming confused now as he let go of Peter's hands to poke and prod himself.

"Come on now."

[We should have healed by now, especially with these minor things.]

{Oh my god, we're broken!} As Wade's mind began to go in circles, Peter walked over to one of the many carts holding ore and inspected it, picking a few pieces up, trying to identify them.

"Carbonadium," the brunette announced aloud, pulling the merc's attention to him.

"Hm?" Deadpool hummed, as he walked over to Peter, who was facing away from him, and took the opportunity to wrap his arms around his boyfriends waist, resting his head on the younger man's shoulder. "What's that sweety?"

"Carbonadium, or something close to it," Peter deduced, not protesting when he was pulled to the older man's chest.

"You think the baddies made their weapons out of it?"

"No, I think they're just mining it for someone else. But I wouldn't be surprised if particles of it and the radioactive energy from the metal were floating around in the air."

"Oh, well that sucks. You think we'll be okay?"

"Yeah, once we get out into fresh air, we'll be fine. But we should be more ca-" Spider-man then cut himself off, or more specifically, his senses did as they burst into action. The brunette dropped the ore and looked around the empty room, pulling himself from the older man's grip, readying himself to defend against whatever was coming, and it was big.

"What is it?" Wade asked as he grabbed his twin katanas. Peter was quiet, however, focusing on figuring out what had his senses raging. Then it happened, a series of explosions were heard as the earth began to rumble with extreme force. Both men stumbled and they were jerked off balance, but didn't fall. The surrounding cave walls shook, cracked, and began to crumble apart.

"Wade!" Peter yelled over the noise, as he reached out to the mercenary, wanting to stay together, but a random volleyball-sized boulder decided to drop between them, smashing into the younger man's arm on the way down. Even over the still firing explosions and defining sounds, the *crack* of the brunette's bone could be heard. Then all hell broke loose. Dirt and who knows what else flew around the room, blocking the vision of both men. They couldn't speak over the noise and the dust flew into their mouths if they tried to open them. It all happened too fast for either to fully register, then Wade blacked out.

When consciousness came back to him it had only been a few minutes, but in that short time a lot had changed. The mercenary awoke to the sound of sirens, fire, and his boyfriend screaming.

"Wade! Wade wake up! Please!" Peter called in a scratchy voice that was quickly becoming hoarse. Finally Deadpool lifted his head to look at his boyfriend's bleeding, bruised, and crying face, the tears caused by both the severe pain and concern for his lover.

"Peter?" the older man asked as he processed what he was seeing. The brunette lay on his back diagonally from Deadpool's position, maskless, with various bits of debris crushing his right arm and everything from his abs down, essentially pinning the college student to the ground. The only parts of his body that were movable and weren't covered were his head, which watched the mercenary intently, and his left arm, which Deadpool instantly recognised as the one that had been previously broken.

"Peter!" Wade shouted, as he attempted to reach for his boyfriend but soon realized he wasn't going anywhere ether. One of the cave's support beams had fallen atop his legs, breaking both and pinning his torso down. Wade wasn't new to this. He'd broken enough limbs to know what this pain meant, but he wasn't going to tell Peter about it, the kid had enough to worry about.

At least his upper body was free to move, and he was close enough to run his fingers over the younger man's dirty cheeks, smudging the mixture of dust, blood and tears slightly. The college student leaned into the touch to gain what little comfort he could.

The usually chatty men were silent for once, as they wracked their brains, for even a slim thread of an idea. Deadpool soon noticed the only opening was a few feet above, where the night sky was visible, so he could tell they were close to the surface. With their body's smashed and broken as they were, even if they could get out from under the rubble, they wouldn't make it up there, especially without healing factors. But what if they didn't have to climb?

Though it took some painful shifting, Wade was able to sneak his hands under his torso and reach his belt. Peter's eyes lit up a little, thankful that now there was some kind of plan in action, but his expression soon fell in confusion when the older man removed his belt. Deadpool checked it over and was thankful that it hadn't broken in the chaos.

"Wade?" Peter's voice wobbled, wanting to be let in on this plan.

"Sorry baby, this might hurt a bit," the mercenary warned as he reached out to the brunette and lifted the younger man's torso as gently as he could. Despite his attempts however, the college student hissed as he was lifted, but tried to assist his boyfriend in whatever he was up to.

"What's the plan?" Spidey asked, just before Deadpool began to snake the belt around the younger man like some sort of sash, tongue stuck out in concentration.

"See the hole up there?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm gonna send you up there."

"And then what?"

"You're gonna get as far away from this place as your poor little body can get you," Deadool informed him, finally successful in buckling the belt around the younger man, not bothering to look at the brunette's confused and worried expression.

"What about you? What are you going to do?"

"Pray that you get outta this alright." Peter felt like even more weight had been dropped on him as realization hit.

"Wade, wait, you can't, your healing -" Peter started as he tried to will his broken arm to lift up and stop his boyfriend, but it was no use.

"Love you, Peter." Then the surroundings changed. Peter felt a sizzle all across his body, then he was rolling, tumbling, end over end, down the mountain uncontrollably, leaving a trail of blood in his wake, unable to get his bearings fast enough to attempt to stop. It wasn't until his back collided with a tree stump that he finally stopped, causing the college student to groan as the wind was knocked out of him. He sat there gasping as he desperately attempted to force air into his lungs and get his bearings again.

After what felt like an hour but was probably only a couple of minutes, Peter felt like he could breathe again. Despite his body screaming that he stay seated, preferably even lie down and sleep, the brunette attempted to stand, using the stump as leverage. Sadly the pain won and he tumbled back to the ground as his head spun. Peter sat there, trying hard not to cry, vomit, or pass out while thinking of what to do next.

He was battered, bruised, and broken. Even if he could get back to Deadpool, what could he do? The mercenary's belt had snapped almost completely apart at some point in the his trip down the hill, a stray wire was the only thing holding it together at all, it wouldn't help.

"God damn it Wade!" Peter tried to shout, but it came out as a pained groan. He hated feeling like this, useless, left to sit back and watch the people he loved die, not strong enough to protect them. The worst part was that Wade could have made it out if it wasn't for him.

Wait, this wasn't the time for self-hate, he needed to help his boyfriend. Well he couldn't, but someone else could.

After a little painful shifting, Peter was happy to find that his cell phone was still in one piece, that was Stark Industries products for you, and he was even more thankful that it was still able to make a call. It was probably the only thing in this situation that had held together.

Using his hurt, but not broken, arm, the brunette hit the number on speed dial, lifted it to his ear and prayed that they'd pick up.

*Ring ring* Please *Ring ring* Please *Ring ring* Please!

"Peter?"

"Dad!" Peter screamed, louder than intended, in excitement, relief, and more worry.

"Peter, what happened, are you okay?" Steve asked as he listened to his sons broken breathing, standing from his seat on the couch where he and Tony were listening to the call on speaker.

"Dad, please help, something went wrong on a mission."

"We'll be there soon." Steve cut in, having heard all he needed to jump into action. Tony stood as well.

"J.A.R.V.I.S., my suit, and locate Peter," Tony ordered, startling Spidey ever so slightly, having not expected a) both his fathers to be on the line and b) for Tony, who he hadn't spoken to in over a month, to jump to his rescue immediately. It made Peter smile a little.

J.A.R.V.I.S. listed the younger man's coordinates easily thanks to some GPS tracker Peter wasn't surprised his father had slipped into his phone; he was just that kind of guy.

"Okay. Send that to S.H.I.E.L.D. and the closest hospital, police station, and my helicopter. Steve, you'll ride that over, get there as soon as possible." Tony ordered, suit half on already, as his husband was handed his Captain America suit and shield via mechanical arms that lowered from the ceiling. "We're on our way Peter, stay safe till then."

"No, it's not me in danger." This made both men hesitate, though the various robotic arms continued to place the suit on their creator. "I mean I am. I'm bleeding and broken on top of a burning mountain but I'll live, it's Wade." Peter could hear Tony take in a thoughtful and somewhat annoyed breath at the information, which worried him. "I know you don't like him but please! He can't heal right now and he gave up his only chance to get out to make sure I did. Please, please, please!" Peter begged as his breathing became more shallow from the strain of his body, but he received only silence.

"Tony," Steve called to his silent husband who had just finished suiting up. "Give the boy a chance."

Next Chapter is the last one guys and galls, hope your ready!