After coughing up one last mouth full of blood, Deadpool flopped down onto his side, resting his head on the abdomen one of his slain enemies.
"What happened to no hitting below the belt? Low blow dudes." The merc with a mouth commented to the mostly silent room, referring to his leg, or lack thereof. "Guess I'm stuck hanging out with you guys for a bit," Wade said through a deep sigh as he tried to breathe through the pain of his regrowing limb, among other healing injuries.
The merc with the mouth was tempted to speak more but ended up staying quiet as he listened to the dripping of blood in the distance and the complete lack of other living people to hear his quips. He was used to being alone, dead bodys not always present, but that didn't necessarily mean he liked it. Sure, he knew the readers were often around, but when they couldn't respond, it just left him lonely.
Deadpool laid there for quite a while, playing the lonely man theme from the Hulk TV show in his head until a certain cat ears adorn young man popped into his head. A smile instantly split his dead expression at the mear thought despite how alien the thought that another human was waiting for him at home was.
With the determination to hear Peters joyful and reassuring voice, Deadpool used his upper body strength to lift and drag himself around to check each body until he found a working cell phone.
"I'm just going to borrow this okay?" He asked as he flipped onto his back and rested his head on the rotund man. He then typed in his phone number off by heart and counted the beeps.
One... Two... Three...
"Hello?" Peter answered in a tone of someone who had been waiting for something.
"Three rings!? Do you not care about me anymore!?" Wade boasted dramatically, laying an arm over his eyes despite no one being alive enough around to see it.
"I'm so sorry; I was watching my people."
"Your people? Are you gathering an army of cats in my appointment?"
"We shall rule New York within the fortnight!" Peter calmed like a cheesy movie villain, making Wade laugh, all be it gently seeing as his lungs hadn't quite reformed yet. "Actually, I'm just watching cat videos on YouTube. You people make us look so stupid." Peter explained while watching a compilation of cats chasing laser pointers on mute, cringing at the sight seeing as he too had chased a laser pointer or two.
"Aww, no, we're doing it affectionately, because you're so cute and innocent."
"Last time you saw me you were trying to fight back your boner." Peter defended, assuming the merc with no filter would laugh about it, which he did dryly, then fell quiet.
Wade had been thinking about cute, silly cats, and then sex popped in and the two were getting mixed together. Picturing the hurt little cat he brought home and himself having sex, it just felt so uncomfortable.
"Wade?" Peter called, concerned by the whole 5 seconds of silence.
"Ya, sorry. Healing factor just kicking in." He half lied.
He needed to stop picturing them as the same thing.
"You're hurt?" Peter asked, having known about the impending injuries far in advance but that didn't stop the part feline from not wanting his beloved friend to feel pain.
"Tis but a scratch."
"You're missing your arm!?" Peter more shouted in concern then ask, but it still made Wade smile. It was nice having someone get his jokes and references.
"My leg actually but it's coming back," Wade groaned at a particularly painful part. The level of pain rose and fell through healing so sometimes the merc with a mouth got a nice little punch in the gut by his healing factor. "slowly but surely." Peter hummed quietly, almost like a low whine, as he pictured his beloved friend lying on the ground with a missing limb.
"I'm sorry." He eventually apologized, and Wade could picture of the brunette's ears and tail flopping down as he pouted with those big brown doe eyes of his.
"It's not your fault." Surprisingly enough this wasn't the first time the mercenary had to tell Peter not to take the blame. Wade couldn't count how many times he would curl around his furry little buddy and pour his heart out about how shitty his life was. The feline never tried to squirm his way out; Peter would listen to everything his downturned ears, giving occasional licks and shows affection.
"I just feel bad. I don't want you to feel pain and, I don't know how to make you feel better anymore." Before he would cuddle the broken mercenary, kiss him and show him as much affection as he could. With how in the air their relationship was right now, Peter was not sure how comfortable the mercenary would be with his usual tactic, even if they were in the same place.
Wade lay there, emotions conflicting, hearing the young man's concern for his well-being. Instead of dwelling on how he felt he tried to picture it from Peter's point of view. Wade tried imagining what it would be like to hold and kiss someone to comfort them for months and months then all the sudden being pushed away and told it wasn't okay to do that anymore. He tried to remember those times he held Peter the cat and switch it to Peter, the man. He didn't have to imagine the sense of betrayal he would feel if that happened to him, more the guilt he felt now for causing it.
"Just talk to me then, tell me about your day." Wade was not sure if this would help him but hearing the part feline's worried berths was definitely making it worse.
Though half his mind was still on his beloved friend's injury, Peter began going through his day's activities, not that they were all that exciting. He talked about how he was healing up, not mentioning how long it was taking compared to most humans, and about being invited to Tony Starks Christmas party. All the while Wade listened, cracking jokes and holding back pain filled groans, enjoying the company amongst the corps fold room.
Well, this got a bit gory, sorry.
I'm actually adding this after having thought I finished the story. I wanted to make their time apart feel a bit longer and show a little more progression from Wade going from uncomfortable about having a relationship with Peter to accepting it.