Wade was floored. Flabbergasted. Addled. Agape. Aghast. Agog. Appalled. Astonished. Astounded. Baffled. Befuddled. Bowled over. Dazed. Disconcerted. Dumbfounded. Dumbstruck. {Dumb in general.} Flipped out. Floored. Flustered. In a dither. Muddled. Mystified. Perplexed. Puzzled. Rattled. Reeling. Shocked. Shook up. Speechless. Staggered. Startled. Stumped. Stupefied. Surprised. Taken aback. Thrown. Thunderstruck. Uncertain. Unglued. Stunned. Horrified. Shocked. Bewildered. Frazzled. [frazzled?] {I think it counts.}[It definitely doesn't.] there weren't enough synonyms in any thesaurus to describe how utterly unexpected this was. After trotting down hall after hall of people writhing on the floor, or screaming about how they couldn't hear anything, here this kid was, strapped to a table, in the dark, and turning his head as soon as the door opened. {can he hear us?}[bad phrasing. We're incorporeal voices in the idiots head. But I do think the kid can still hear.]

"Are you two just going to ignore the fucking blood soaked room, or do I have to be the one to point that out?" Wade shouted. The kid flinched, proving that he could, indeed, hear. {do you think he might be the source of the noise?} [he's laying in a puddle of blood. Should we do something?] Wade took a moment to look, and then he noticed that the kid had a hole in his chest. "What the fuck?" he said again, for effect. Then: "Oh, Fuck! He's going to bleed out! What do I do? I'm not prepared for this! I don't know how to be a dad!" [you're not his dad. Just… I don't know, stitch him back together, maybe?]

Wade lunged into motion, tearing through the room looking for medical supplies, bandages, something, anything, that he could use to put the kid back together. By the time he found something the kids eyes had fluttered shut, and his breathing had turned even more shallow. Wade haphazardly shoved the mush corpse off of the kids legs, and then took a moment to just look, and register what was in front of his eyes.

There was green as well as red mixing together on the table under him about as well as oil and water. Which is to say, not at all, and two flaps of skin pinned to either side of the kids chest, like some sort of science experiment. Wade carefully plucked the pins out, and then ripped off his gloves and tossed them into the room behind him. "Do I know how to do stitches?" he asked. [Maybe? Sometimes it seems like you can do whatever is convenient for the plot of the story, so you might as well try. If he's supposed to live, then he probably will.] well, the voices were in agreement, so Wade carefully held the skin together with one hand and stitched it in place with the other. The end result was ugly and jagged, but the kid was still breathing, and he didn't look like he was going to bleed out anymore, so he considered it a success. {I guess he's important to the story!}

Wade had just pulled the kid into a sitting position against his chest to wrap the bandage he'd found around him when the door burst open again. Wade looked up to see Daredevil standing in the doorway, frozen, before getting back to the task at hand. He'd finished wrapping the kid in bandages when another, unfamiliar, voice spoke up from the doorway.

"Oh my god, what is that smell." he looked up again, and his non existent eyebrows shot up his forehead. He wasn't aware that this universe had a Spider-Man yet. From his voice, and stature, he must be pretty young. Daredevil had a hand over the kids eyes and was backing him out of the room.

"People shit when they die, so that's probably what you're smelling." Wade answered the kids question, forcing cheerfulness into his voice.

"Deadpool!" Daredevil snapped at him.

"What? I'm just answering the kids question!"

"I'm not a kid!" Spider-mans voice broke in the middle of the statement. "Wait… are there dead people in that room?"

"Yes." Wade said, just as Daredevil said

"Don't worry about it." Daredevil paused. "Deadpool!" he shouted. "Stop trying to traumatize him!"

"I'm just being honest!" Spider-man peeled Daredevils hand away from his face and looked into the room before anyone, Daredevil, could stop him. Wade didn't even try to stop the kid. "I thought honesty was the best policy." {it is the best policy!} [you're a cold blooded killer.] Spider-Kid had gone rigid. "Thank you!" [that wasn't a compliment. I'm trying to say that honesty doesn't really out weight the murder] Spider-Kid rapidly backed out of the room, beyond where Wade could see, followed shortly by the sound of someone vomiting.

"Stop talking to yourself!" Daredevil snapped.

"I'm not! I'm talking to the voices! You know this!" The kid, the one Wade still had cradled to his chest, flailed, and Daredevil went still. Wade let the kid push himself away from his chest, and watched in silence as he turned his head and gagged.

"Is… that kid still alive?" Daredevil asked.

"I think so. Why?" the Kid smacked at Wades chest when he said that, and he glanced down at him.

"I just… didn't hear a heartbeat. Maybe my hearings not all back yet?" Wade ignored Daredevil in favor of watching the kid struggle to speak.

"Don't strain yourself, kid." he said to him after a moment, and the kids mouth snapped shut. "Was that scream you?" the kid stared for a moment, before nodding slowly.

"Deadpool?" Daredevil asked. Wade ignored him.

"You might have hurt something, then. Just rest, you're safe now." the kid stared for another moment, before letting out a sigh and leaning back against Wades chest.

"Are you ignoring me?"

"No, I was talking to the kid. We should probably leave." Daredevil nodded, and Wade scooped the kid up into his arms. The kid wiggled around for a moment, then let out a whine that was almost entirely air as he settled back against Wades chest. Wade glanced down again, and the kid blinked sleepily at him before his eyes closed.

Out in the hallway, Spider-Kid was leaning against the wall and breathing heavily. Wade ignored the smell of vomit and stepped daintily around the discoloured spot on the floor. Daredevil followed him.

"Cops are on their way." Daredevil said, his tone almost conversational, but Wade knew that it was half a warning.

"There's a staircase upstairs, should lead to the roof." he replied.

"Upstairs is kind of on fire." Spider-kid interrupted. Wade had almost forgotten he was there, and he glanced at the kid when he spoke. He looked a bit shaky, but overall okay.

[really shouldn't have told the kid that there were dead people.] "What was I supposed to do, lie to him?" Wade hissed at the voice. {Maybe that would have been the better choice, but you're a horrible person anyway, so I guess it doesn't matter.}

"That is an excellent point, Spider-Kid. Why is upstairs on fire?" Daredevil asked.

"Not a kid!"

"Grenades." Wade and Spider-Kid spoke at the same time. The kid in his arms huffed out air, and Wade wondered if he was amused, or annoyed. Wade chose amused.

"Grena-?! Deadpool!" Daredevil sounded incredulous. "Grenades? Really?"

"How else was I supposed to get down here? The door was reinforced!" they came to a stop at the bottom of the stairs, and Wade stared up at the flames at the top of them. The stairs themselves were metal, which was good because it meant the fire hadn't spread, but bad because even the bottom most step was hot to the touch. "Ah. well, that might be a bit of a problem."

[this is your own fault. You know that, right?] "Hey! Stop ignoring me! What's going on? Is that kid wearing a collar?" they continued to ignore the Spider-Kid.

"You think?" Daredevil sounded even more angry now.

"Well, how'd you get down here, then?!" Wade snapped back.

"My suit's flame retardant, and I have almost no self preservation instinct. Don't change the subject. Grenades? Really?"

"I thought it was a good idea at the time!" [I told you it wasn't. Why don't you ever listen to me?] {I still think it was a brilliant idea.}

"Hey! Heeeey!" Spider-Kid huffed angrily. "Should someone take the collar off that kid?"

"It clearly wasn't! It was so obviously a bad idea that even a blind person could have seen how bad the idea was!" Daredevil snapped back.

"Ha! Blind!" Wade laughed. Spider-kid finally seemed to realise that they were ignoring him.

"It's not funny!" Daredevil snapped.

Spider-Kid reached for the collar on the kids neck.

"You're the one who said it, not me!" Wade finally noticed Spider-Kid reaching for the collar. "Woah! Don't touch that yet!" Wade pulled away as he spoke, but it was too late. Spider-Man had already snapped the collar off.

The kid in Deadpool's arms breathed in sharply as the collar came off, and all eyes snapped to him. Deadpool stared as the kid opened his bright green glowing eyes. Then the eyes bled a brilliant icy blue and the temperature around them started to drop rapidly. Wade closed his eyes tightly as white light filled the room.

He reopened his eyes when the kid went limp in his arms. Daredevil was supporting a collapsed Spider-Man, and there was frost on some of the walls. And it was dark. Wade looked at the top of the stairs. {hey! The fires out!}

"The fires out." he repeated numbly. Daredevil nodded, and gathered Spider-Man into his own arms. "Guess that's solved."