Brief Note: This chapter has some pretty heavy themes. I'd say more, but it also has far more impact if you don't know what it is. Proceed with caution, I guess?
Wade watched as the kids face smoothed out into sleep and his hand loosened its grip on Wades. Wade carefully extracted his hand from the kids. [you're being creepy.] A brief glance at his hands told him that he'd forgotten his gloves back at the Weapon X labs, and that he still wasn't wearing any. Anyone could just look and see his skin. {You're disgusting.} Wade breathed in a deep breath and dug a spare set of gloves from one of his pouches, pulling them on and hoping no one had bothered to notice. He didn't think the kid had, since he was clearly still delirious, but he couldn't believe that he hadn't even noticed that his hands were bare.
{They all noticed.} [Stark's not stupid, of course he noticed.]{Maybe that's why he looked so nauseous.} "no, I was trying to freak him out. I don't think he noticed." [of course he noticed, too polite to say anything to the deranged killer, though. Maybe he has some self preservation instincts. More than choir boy, certainly.] "Daredevil took off as soon as I became dangerous. Stark didn't. I think that says something about his self preservation instincts, don't you?" {you should have killed him for trying to take the kid from us.} "I'm not going to kill him." [you're right. Because you're a failure, and you couldn't even if you tried.]
The kid shifted in his sleep, and Wade froze for a moment. He settled back into the sheets and Wade relaxed again. "You're not going to goad me into killing Stark. Besides, he's done nothing wrong." {that you know of.} [wasn't it his company supplying terrorists with weapons? He deserves to die for that.] Wade shook his head. "He changed. People change." [you don't really believe that, do you? He may not make weapons anymore, but that doesn't make him a good person. Better than you, though.] "Stop," {or what, you're gonna cry like a baby? 'Waah waah, I want my mommy!'}
Wade was about to snap a reply, but the door opening cut him off and distracted him from the voices for a moment. He turned to the door to see a pale Stark standing there, eyeing him like he was about to go on a killing spree in the middle of the med bay.
"Can we talk for a moment, Deadpool." it was phrased like a question, but it sounded like a demand. [Wasn't he calling us 'Wade' earlier?] {was he? I don't remember him saying our name.}
"Sure." Wade said, trying to not show how uncertain he was.[I'm pretty sure he was. Maybe he realised what a monster we are, and wants us to leave]{everyone wants us to leave.} Wade followed Stark out into the hall, just outside of the med room. His stomach churned as the door closed and blocked his view of the kid. [yeah, everyone hates Wade, he's such a monster.] don't reply to the voices, cant have Stark thinking he's insane as well as psychotic. [those are the same thing, moron.]
"So, I looked into you a little," Stark started. {he's scared, look at his eyes.}[he thinks we might kill him if he says the wrong thing.]{we would have done it already if we were going to.}[he doesn't know that. And we could still change our mind.]
"Yeah? See anything you like?" Wade's voice didn't shake, but he felt a bit like he might fall apart. He was thankful that his mask didn't portray emotions as well as some of his counterparts did.
"You're not really the type of person that I want around a kid, any kid." Starks voice was hard, though still a little hesitant. [he's right, you know. Maybe we should leave before he tells us to.] {kill that dirty doctor for putting his hands on the kid first.}
"Can't kill the doctor, he didn't do anything he wasn't supposed to." Wade muttered, hoping that Stark didn't hear. Of course he wasn't that lucky though. The man went a bit rigid before he spoke again.
"Sorry, I didn't quite hear you, did you just say you're planning on killing my doctor?" {see, even he thinks you should kill the doctor!}[no he doesn't. He thinks we're planning to, and it makes him uncomfortable. Hey, if he thinks we're going to kill the doctor, do you really think we should be around children?]
"No, I said that I wasn't going to kill the doctor, because he didn't do anything wrong. He's still a dirty scumbag, though."
"Yeah, I want you out of my building." {so much for being scared of us.}[no, he's definitely terrified. Look, he's shaking.] sure enough, though it was incredibly difficult to tell if you weren't looking for it, Stark was shaking. [see? Scared. We probably terrify the kid, too.]
"I'm not leaving without the kid." Wade said. He refused to believe that the kid was scared of him. If he was scared, he wouldn't have clung to him earlier. {he only reached for you because the doctor was scarier.} Wade found that hard to disagree with. [really, he'd probably find almost anything comforting right now. He doesn't need you, Stark will be better for him.] the kid had reached for him, though. Had let Wade carry him around like a toy. [he was only doing that because he's terrified of you. What kind of teenager wants to be coddled like that?]
"I don't think that's a good idea. Look, Deadpool, he'll be safe here. He doesn't need some insane mercenary with a kill count in the hundreds to be hanging around him. Just… leave." {Kill him.}[he's not wrong. It would be better for everyone if we weren't even here. If we just… didn't exist.] Wade took a deep breath.
"Fine." Stark reeled back, as though he were expecting more of a fight [he doesn't trust you.] "I'll go. But if I find out that that kid gets anymore injured on your watch, or if anyone else hurts him, I will be back, and I won't be very happy. Capiche?" Stark nodded silently, eyes wide and face pale. [oh, he's definitely terrified of you.]
Wade didn't look back as he left the building. [you made the right choice. The kid doesn't need you, no one does.] Wade clenched his teeth, allowing himself to become lost in the streets, wandering aimlessly. {yeah. You have no purpose. Why are you even here?} It didn't matter. Wade slumped against a brick wall and dimly noted that it had begun to rain. What a cliche. [you're pointless. The only thing you're good at is creating chaos.]
"I saved that kid." {oh, you saved him alright. Waited until the last minute to do it, too.} "What?" [Face it. If you had just asked Bob for the location to the NYC Hydra branch, you could have saved that kid before they ever cut him open.] Wade felt numb. {you know we're right. You could have saved that kid a week's worth of pain and torture, but you were out here breaking into buildings to prove a point to the voices in your head.} Wade shook his head. "I didn't know." [as if that's worth anything. Face it Wade, if you had just asked for help the kid would have been better off. You might as well have dug that blade into the kids chest yourself.]
Wade slipped into an alley, aware that he was getting odd looks from the people on the streets. "I didn't know!" he tried again. [That's a lie. You know what Weapon X was like. You knew that they were experimenting on people. You should have expected them to move on to children. After all, children have so much 'potential', don't you think?] {You should kill yourself, an apology to the world for what a horrible person you are.} Wade slumped down on the ground behind a dumpster, Desert Eagle cradled in his hands. [you're pathetic]{you don't deserve the air you breath} [A waste of space, eating food you don't even need to survive] {you're disgusting. A walking horror show.} [you think you're wearing that mask to protect people from you, but you think you're worth touching people with those filthy hands? They're covered in blood.] The gun was a comforting weight in his hands, the cold metal soothing where he held it to his temple. "There's no blood on my hands!" Wade's throat felt thick and sticky as he spoke {disgusting. You could never wash away all the blood that's touched your hands. You've tainted that child just being near him} "Stop, please." Wade whispered, tilting his head to the sky. [there's only one way to end the pain, Wade. you know what you have to do.]
The loud BANG echoed through the alley.
Authors Note
Hi Everyone! This marks the end of what I'm calling "Arc 1". Depending on how long this story turns out to be, there could be another 2 Arcs to go. Maybe more, but hopefully not. As this is the end of Arc 1, though, I'm going to take a break. Fear not, however, because I do have more chapters written, I just need the time to actually edit them and get them ready to post.
I really appreciate the reviews, too. ("Dadpool" is the funniest thing I've ever read. Thank you, Ressurection99.) I want you all to know that I do read them, even if I don't acknowledge them.
I saw someone mention that the short chapters made it a little hard to really engage with the story, so I'd like to apologize for that. I haven't written anything longer than a couple hundred words in a few years, so this has actually been a pretty big challenge for me, even if I am enjoying writing again. I'm going to try to write longer chapters for Arc 2, but I make no promises. And hey, if anyone lives in NYC feel free to tell me about the city. Or school. Either would be helpful since I was homeschooled and live in Canada.
I really appreciate everyone reading this, and thank you all so much for your reviews. (sorry if this last chapter was a bit too heavy for you.)
Heres some comic recommendations if anyone wants to read them: Special Agent Deadpool, Deadpool Kills Deadpool, Spider-Man/Deadpool, The Amazing Spider-Man(2018), Spider-Man/Daredevil, Spidey.
Again, thanks for reading, and I'll see you in November!
