Chapter 3:
When Peter was first brought to the tower after the explosion, he suffered from intance internal bleeding, lumbar spinal misalignment and cerebral hemorrhage. After many hours of surgery, things started to look better, in relation to how things first appeared when Bruce and the team only started to operate.
When the surgery was over, all that was left to do was to wait. The team of surgeons were pretty optimistic, thinking Peter was left with no brain damage. The internal bleeding, caused by a punctured liver, was dealt with and all of his external injuries were superficial. The only thing the doctors were anxious about was his spinal injury.
Personally, Bruce adored his young teammate, and occasionally apprentice, and would be devastated if he was to be paralyzed, so he was reluctant to end the surgery until the last possible moment.
So, Peter was put on a medically induced coma, in order for his brain, and body as a whole, to repair itself better. They were in high hopes that Spiderman's slight healing factor will play a role in that.
When Wade was set down by Steve, and inevitably restrained by him when he was told of Peter's condition, he was livid. Between the voices screaming at him and the terrifying words Bruce was saying, he couldn't even hear himself think. It was a chaos inside his head, clogged with all that is Peter Parker. He couldn't handle it.
Turning basically mute outwardly, Wade left the tower without another word, turned to a near back ally, offing himself on the spot.
When he woke up, he felt even worst, because some part of him was sad not seeing Peter on the other side. It was only a couple of days and Wade was already losing all sense of sanity and humanity altogether. His reason of keeping it together was slipping out of this world, it seemed like.
When Wade came to his senses, and on the contrary to what the boxes were saying, he got back to the tower.
After begging Tony to let him be with Peter and being refused, Wade was seriously considering setting fire, bombs, bio attacks and what not to the great city of New York in order to cause the Avengers to let him inside that damn tower.
However, that wasn't necessary, since Pepper, bless her heart, barked at the all mighty Tony Stark to let poor Deadpool see his friend.
For the next few days Wade hadn't left Peter's side, aside from the latter's checkups and his own bathroom breaks.
"Eating without you is weird, Baby boy." Wade noted once in a while, otherwise he was completely silent.
He was so out of it, that the boxes' chatter was a mere buzz in the back of his mind and the Avengers' company was unnoticeable, most times. Everything that wasn't Peter Parker, did not exist.
Ultimately, Peter Parker won't exist either, something kept telling him.
Between missions, the crew would check on Peter, too. Talking to him in a hopeful manner and wishing for his recovery.
When the team sensed Deadpool's fast approaching mental break, they suggested that he'll come with them to assist them in a mission. Yellow was beyond ecstatic, urging Wade to go.
When he refused, came an onslaught on Wade, from the box's corner. Eventually, Wade snuck out for a short mission, not being able to shut down his Id, nor trusting himself near the sleeping man.
After a week and a half, the medically induced coma was terminated and all that was left to do was to wait until Peter's own natural awakening.
It's been over a week since then. Little by little, everyone started to lose hope for Peter to ever wake up.
All of the Avengers were still spending most of their time in the same level Peter's room was at, and Bruce came to check up on him a few times a day, but the environment was tense and pretty desperate.
They went out on a few mission, but nothing major. Wade, in particular, refused to leave Peter alone for more than a few hours. When he was in a medical induced coma, Wade left with them for a few missions to clear his mind, but since then, he was ridden by Peter's side, holding his hand. Squeezing it from time to time, hoping to get a response. "Te extraño…" He would whisper from time to time, stroking Peter's jaw with his pointer finger. It was getting unusually hairy and Wade wanted to touch it with his bare fingers, but knew better.
...
It's been over two weeks.
As Wade got comfortable, his head on his crossed arms on the bed, one hand holding Peter's, he grumpily said "Wake up already." And tightened his grip on the smaller hand.
{I think Spidey is brain dead guys, it's been way too long, we should totally move on to that sexy chimichanga we were hallucinating the other night.}
"Don't even think things like that." Wade grumbled through gritted teeth.
"Who can think, when you never shut up?" A soft raspy voice said.
[{Spidey!}]
"Shit, baby boy. I'm not hallucinating, am I?" Wade asked hopefully. "'Cause if I am, Imma be real pissed after this." He said breathelessly
"All real, Wade." Peter grunted, still with his eyes closed.
"Thank god, Petey. I missed you so much." Wade said as he squeezed Peter's hand with both his, stifling down the urge to just kiss the brunette senseless. "Are you in pain?" Wade asked hurriedly. When he felt Peter's thumb move against the back of his gloved hand, his breath hitched and he had to fight the massive smile he was sporting under the mask.
"I'm fine." Peter assured.
"I'll be right back, baby. Am going to call Banner to check up on you, okay? Don't you dare moving or falling asleep."
Peter moved his head towards Deadpool and opened his eyes slightly. Wade missed those beautiful baby blues. Peter let out a sigh and nodded before tiredly closing them again.
[Don't leave him, he'll be gone by the time you'll comeback.]
Wade let go Peter's hand and immediately regretted it. He's been holding on to it for hours at a time and his palm felt weird without the warmth of the other, empty. Nonetheless, he got up from his chair, reluctant to move his eyes away from Peter at first, as if he will vanish the moment Wade will turn his head away. After a few moments Wade left the room to quickly go and find Bruce.
He didn't have to wonder much, since Bruce and the entire crew were in the main room of the same floor.
"Yo Banner, Peter's awake." Wade stated hastily, turned on his heels when everyone went silent and got back to Peter's room.
A moment after Wade stepped inside the room, Tony, Bruce in tow, entered it as well.
Tony promptly said "Peter? You're awake?" And got a grunt from the sleeping looking form in return. "Thank fucking Odin." He exclaimed and leaned on the wall near the bed with his arms crossed, not messing with his 'cool guy' persona, though letting out quite the heavy sigh.
"Hey Peter." Bruce greeted fondly. He couldn't be happier for his young friend's awakening, his hope for Peter ever waking up was incredibly low at this point. "How do you feel?" He asked.
"Tired." Peter breathed out.
"That's a given. I'm going to check up on you now, ok?"
Peter opened his eyes a bit, crooked a small grin and said "Sure, doc."
Bruce moved to grab his medical supplies, wash his hands and put on sterile gloves.
"So many awesome things happened when you were out, Petey. It will take me hours to tell you." Wade said enthusiastically as he sat back on his chair.
"You better start then." Peter tiredly smirked, the undertone of 'I missed you, too.' was unmistakable.
{We love you so much Spidey!}
"I don't even know where to start. I missed you so much, Baby boy. I can't wait for us to get out of this metal box and go back to eating Mexican on your couch." Wade said. His belly was filled with butterflies and this giddy feeling he just couldn't tone down. He felt like screaming and doing backflips in happiness.
Tony snapped. "Let Bruce work." He said with a scowl directed to Wade.
[Stab him.]
{Slash him in two and color the room pretty with his insides!}
"Thanks." Bruce said with a smile. "I'm going to ask Peter a few things before I started checking the wounds." He started. "Do you know what year it is?"
"Umm… Nineteen ninety…" Peter murmured and everyone's expressions turned sour. Wade could feel all of his butterflies die all at once.
[Selective amnesia? Really?]
"Just kidding, it's 2016." Peter grinned.
Everyone were awfully quiet until Wade said "That wasn't funny, baby boy."
{I thought it was.}
[Well, you're an idiot. Just like Peter, apparently. ]
{Hey, don't insult our baby boy!}
[You were all about coloring the room with his insides a few days back.] Whitey pointed out.
{Imma changed box.}
"He's right, Peter. I know you're tired and drugged out of your mind, but please try to be serious." Bruce said, with a tinge of humor to him. He was so damn overjoyed right now. And considering the voices outside the door, he wasn't the only one.
Peter just chuckled, with his eyes closed still.
Bruce proceeded to removed Peter's thin blanket from his feet and stabbed his foot with a small needle. "Can you feel that?"
"I'm fine." Peter said lightly. He opened his eyes and moved his toes for a bit. "Just really tired."
"Good, good. You had a spinal injury I was extremely worried about. I'll check your movements further when you'll be able to stand up." Bruce said. "You hadn't moveed your body in over two weeks, so it probably will be stiff and sore for a bit, before you will be able to gain ability to move freely. In the meanwhile, you're on enough painkillers to numb the pain. Try not to stress your body by trying to move anytime soon, okay?"
"Yes sir." The youngest man joked, moving his hand to do a thumbs up.
Wade just watched quietly from beside Peter. His hand was back in Peter's and he squeezed it lightly from time to time.
If you didn't know Peter was awake, he'd look like a sleeping beauty with his soft skin and fluffy hair, Wade thought, thankful of Peter's daily sponge baths, performed by the ever changing nurse of the week.
"Would you like Tony and Deadpool to leave us alone for me to check your wounds?" Bruce asked before proceeding.
[The big guy will shoot himself before leaving this room.]
"Nah." Peter breathed out. "Wade was telling me something."
"He's always telling someone something." Tony grumbled from behind Bruce.
{Why is he still standing? We should make him not able to.}
"So there we were, in this forest near Pennsylvania. The Avengers let me join their adventures, did I tell you that?"
"You snuck onto the Quinjet." Tony clarified.
"Potato, tomato." Wade shrugged.
[You are making it extremely difficult not to tear your obnoxious face apart, Iron shit.]
Bruce was done checking the wounds on Peter's lower legs and moved the blanket a little higher on his legs, revealing his tights.
{Holy shit, Spidey is naked under there!} Yellow screamed in Wade's head.
[Calm down, perv. We're gonna get a beating if we're to have a boner right now.]
{He looks so fucking yummy with his pale creamy skin.}
[Unlike DP's skin.]
{Yeah, that shit is repelling.}
As Bruce proceeded to check on Peter's wounds and redressed them with fresh gauze bandages, Wade felt a little warm beneath his leather. "So we got off the plane, and there were these murderous cult people who had complicated technology and tried to release this weird virus which basically can turn people into zombies. Creepy, huh?"
As Wade continued babbling about the past weeks' events, he kept following Bruce's hands.
{Petey's so high, he probably can't feel shit.}
[We still don't want Banner to hurt him, idiot.]
When Bruce tightened Peter's thigh bandage and Peter cringed, Wade's hand moved on its own account towards the gun that is holstered to his thigh.
Peter opened his eyes lazily and said "I'm fine, Wade. No need for guns."
"Right…" Wade said through gritted teeth, eyeing the doctor.
{We should make him pay, now that he is not green and mean.}
"Anyway…" Wade shook his head as to dismiss Yellow's suggestion. "As I was saying before I was interrupted," he glared at the still working Bruce, "Doctor Doom built around himself this awesome enchanted cage, so none of us could get to him, and we were like seriously out of ideas… But THEN came Thor with… You'll never guess, baby boy."
"Was it-" Peter started, but was interrupted.
"It was fucking Lily." Wade exclaimed.
Peter furrowed his eyebrows in thought, "Who's Lily?" He asked.
"Loki!" Wade provided. Muttering to himself "Stupid autocorrect…"
Peter ignored the last part of Wade's statement. "Loki?" He questioned, looking at the ceiling in thought.
"Ya, I know right." Wade smiled behind his mask at Peter's cute thinking expression.
{We adore the sight of the sun hitting Petey's eyes like that, they become almost translucent.}
"Long story short, he magically appeared inside of the cage and booped with his staff knocking him out cold." Wade slumped back in his chair.
"Booped." Tony repeated with a chuckle.
[Tin Jerk laughed from our funny. Weird.]
"The cage disappeared, Shield swooped in and no more free Doom." Wade said.
{Did we just made Petey fall asleep?}
[He's tired and drugged, he never had a chance surviving our bedtime stories.]
Ignoring the boxes, Wade put his hand hesitantly on Peter's shoulder and whispered to his ear "Are you sleeping?"
Tony interject, "Leave him be, Wilson."
"I'm just tired, sorry." Peter looked at Wade with unfocused eyes, their faces were so close, and they almost bumped noses. Wade quickly moved back.
[Told you.] White chimed.
Before Wade could manage a response, Bruce said "All your stitches and injuries look good. Only thing left to check is the head injury."
"Get on with it then." Wade urged.
"Don't be rude." Peter mock scolded.
"You're not my real mom!" Wade whined, making Peter giggle. Wade smiled in return, he really missed that sound.
{Our personal angel.}
"So, after the whole Loki thing, he and Thor were nowhere to be found. Probably back to wherever the fuck." Wade shrugged.
{That's going to leave a nasty scar.} Yellow said as Bruce took the bandage and gauze off.
"Are you in any pain, baby boy?" Wade asked.
"For the-"
"Please don't move, Peter." Bruce said as he gently cleaned the post operation laceration. "You can talk, Wade."
"I was kinda done with that one…" Wade said, concentrating on Bruce's moves. "Oh! Wanna hear something Yellow thought of?" He leaned in, closer to Peter.
"You know how when you touch me and we teleport together? What if whatever the fuck Loki does can be casted to another party, as well?"
Bruce was done applying antibiotic cream on the stitches on Peter's head and bandaging his head again. Peter took that as a sign to move and talk. "I don't know… But don't go hanging out with Loki to find out now." He chuckled.
"Can you imagine though? If I grab onto him before he vanishes and I end up in Asgard? Wouldn't that be fucking out of this world?!"
[You're lame.]
"You're lame." Wade huffed with crossed arms. "I am brilliant."
"Obviously." Peter added.
"Look at me." Bruce asked, holding a flashlight pen in his hand.
Peter turned his head as Wade continued talking. "You're the only one who gets me, Spidey. Oh, what would I do without you? Where would I be?" He asked with an old lady accent and a hand on his chest.
[An old lady accent? Really?]
{That is the best one, young lad.} Yellow stressed with an old lady accent.
[Never knew old ladies have accents.]
"Out of my tower." Tony provided an answer.
"I keep forgetting you're in here, Iron-dildo." Wade said as he moved to glare at the annoying billionaire. "Hey, Brucey, you're looking a little green around the edges."
Bruce was holding his pen with such force, the pen snapped in half by it and cut the inside of his palm, which was slowly dripping blood on the white floor tiles.
"Bruce?" Tony asked, moving closer to the bed.
"I-I…" Bruce started to shake with bewilderment, quickly turning into rage. "Shit." He whispered.
Tony and Wade looked at each other with puzzlement.
"You were the one who told me to keep talking." Wade huffed, "No need to go green on me."
[I don't think that's it.]
{What are you talking about? We have a history making him green by mistake.}
Wade snapped at the box, saying "What-"
"No! Shit!" Bruce repeated, loudly and with a growl.
"Bruce, calm down!" Tony yelled when Bruce started slowly growing bigger. "Steve! Thor!" Tony yelled, knowing the other Avengers are just behind the door.
"What is it?" Steve stormed in the room, immediately seeing the problem.
"Get him out of here." Tony said.
"Thor!" Steve urged the Asgardian to move quicker.
Steve all but sprinted to the Hulk-in-process, grabbing him by his forearm and dragging him out of the room just when Thor joined him on the other side of the trembling Hulk.
When the room was clear of greenery, Wade squeaked "What the actual fuck just happened?!" But neither of the two answered.
"Peter?" Tony asked with a shaky voice.
{Are Tin-man's eyes' watering?}
[I'm lost.]
{I thought you were on top of things!}
[Well sue me for sharing a Swiss cheese brain with the muscle.]
{If we'll take our phone and take a pic of this, will Petey get mad?}
[Are you serious? Something is clearly very wrong.]
{That is not a firm no.}
"Shut up." Wade growled.
"Are you-" Tony said with a small voice, all of his pride out of the window as a tear dropped from his eye down his cheek, followed by another.
"I'm fine." Peter said with a weak smile.
"Can you?" Tony sniffed his nose loudly.
"What's going on?" Wade said, shifting his eyes between a tired and weak looking Peter and as pale looking Tony.
"Is the mighty Tony Stark crying?" Peter tried to joke.
"I'm..." Tony wiped his eyes, staying quiet for a minute. He moved his hand hesitantly to Peter's face, slowly reaching until he cupped his cheek with it.
Wade could feel his entire body tense at the action.
{What is going on?! Why's Stark all over our baby boy?! Shoot him, now.}
[I don't follow either, but it looks bad. The big guy's heart is racing like he's about to have a damn heart attack.]
Tony let out a long sigh and asked with a much more collected voice, though his eyes were still red and watery, staring unfocused at Peter. "Can you…" He rubbed the cheek he was holding lightly with his thumb. "Can you see anything at all?" He said with a still shaky voice.
The eery silence was disturbed by the smashing sounds from behind the door.
Peter closed his eyes with the same shaky weak smile.
"Not a thing."