CHAPTER 3:

He shouldn't be eavesdropping, but he cannot seem to help himself. Slowly, without a sound he walks closer to the same room he found Deadpool inside earlier before he ran away like the coward he is.

"Hell-o... N-no. B-but, I-I'm here. D-did you get it. God, p-please tell me, you caught it!"

Silence.

"I w-will be okay. I have to be! N-no, he has no idea. I k-know, we weren't going to, but-t-t, considering what has happened, I need to. No. No, I need to! Yes, I'm going to require some help."

A short break in the one-sided discussion, "Why do you think I'm telling him?" Then a slight pause, "It's the o-only way!"

Again there is another break in the conversation.

"No. I don't want to discuss it! ... Not with YOU! Or him, not really. O-o-kay. Y-y-yeah. All, right." The click of a mobile phone could be heard and then there was only a small sigh, then silence.

Steeling his nerves, Peter walks into the bedroom completely intent on informing Wade Wilson of his intention to turn himself in to the authorities, but first he can call whomever he wishes to assist him to the Emergency Services, if that is his wish to not want to be anywhere near Peter Parker. Which why would he want to be anywhere near the other man.

"Wade, I..."

Peter stopped speaking as he walks into the bedroom to see Deadpool had showered, changed into lose buttery soft looking dark charcoal grey pajamas, and is now glancing back at him in confusion. His puzzled gaze with clear eyes instead of red and bloodshot is resting on Peter's now also clean and clothed body in confusion.

"I thought you might h-have alread-d-y left," came his low voice. "I-It h-h-h-as b-b-even a d-d-ay, a-l-l-ready..."

Wade Wilson stammered as his entire newly cleansed body flushed a deep red in humiliation, which could be seen at his collar bone, his wrists, his ankles and feet - it was an entire body flush indeed. Great! First, he was violated, and now humiliated. Peter scores a hundred in tormenting someone who is innocent of any wrongdoing. Innocent at least in this regard.

"I threw up... Over what I did to you. Nobody should have had to endure that!" Peter blurts out.

Standing there stark naked realisation washes over Wade, and as much as he wanted to curl up and die yesterday when he first saw Spider-Man again, he really ought to explain. After all the man deserved to know what had truly happened. He had already decided that much the day previously.

"Spider-Man, t-the jo-b I was on for The Avenger's; it had, it's to do with you. See you were being attacked by a Symbiote. It, well it is an alien that attaches itself to a person. Usually taking on that person's traits but in your case, t-t-t-he Symbiote was corrupted before it even tried to Bond with you. In fact Iron Man, I-I-I mean T-t-ony, he thinks that was why your body was rejecting it, because you are so good. And The Symbiote well this one in particular is, well: not!"

Exhausted, Wade could speak no more so he merely stood there, wearing nothing on his face as far as an expression goes merely, waiting for Spider-Man to say something.

Almost inaudible Peter spoke dully, "I still raped you though." Seeing all of the blood that covered Wade's nude form before now gone made the difference that much more pronounced by the man's earlier flushed body, he wondered how he could simply stand there, and not run away or take one of the boxed weapons and murder him on the spot.

"NO! Y-YOU, didn't; Venom, however DID!" Wade snapped back at the other man in frustration, and remembered pain. There was a part of him that was even now reliving the horrific things he had recently been put through by the alien Symbiote, and all he wanted to do was forget. Wash it from his mind, and never think of it ever again. Thinking this, he looked at the young man before him, taking in his appearance more than a tiny bit greedily. Before this, there was no chance in HELL that Spider-Man would have ever shown Wade Wilson his face underneath the spandex.

Peter could not look the other man in the eyes. His entire body was filled with shame at what it had done weeks earlier while he had apparently been taken over by an alien. It sounded surreal, something fictional, that only happened in a story.

"How do you know we aren't in one?" Deadpool asked him, apparently with the sudden ability to read his mind, and yet making very little sense. As the thought crystallized in his head, he wondered if he would truly help him. "S-s-Spiderman?"

Looking up from the black hoodie, his saddened eyes met Wade's, and without a second to think of the consequences, he offered him something of himself. Something personal and precious to him. Something he would never offer an enemy, but would a friend.

"Actually, I'm Peter Parker," he said quietly, yet firmly.

"Peter. Peter. Peter. Peter, Parker," Deadpool, no Wade rolled his name around inside his mouth as though testing it out.

"Peter," he sighed exhaustively, and in terrible pain, both physically, emotionally, and psychologically. "P-p-eter, c-could you do something, for m-me?"

Wanting to help in any way he could he offered a breathless, "Anything!"

Coming closer Wade placed his arms around him, and leaned down to whisper in his right ear, "Then make me, forget!" He stands up leaving his arms around him, but is now facing him entirely straight on.

And then Wade leans down and kisses Peter.

Firmly on the mouth, Wade had just kissed him, and was even now deepening that kiss. Confused, Peter merely stands there as he is being kissed deeper and deeper. Dumbfounded, he does not react. All he can think is, 'Why would he want anything to do with me? Let alone this! It makes no sense whatsoever.'

He stops kissing Peter.

"Wade," Peter pauses to draw a deep breath. "I would do absolutely anything to help you, but I don't understand how you can be in the same room as me, let alone..." He trailed off mid-sentence. "I'm just confused." He added, before continuing. "Extremely confused!"

Sighing in frustration Wade sits down on the bed in a huff. He now knew this was going to be difficult, but it seems like it is going to be so much more than he first imagined.

"Peter, I-I don't know if anything like this has ever happened to you before, but I'm guessing not." Here Wade Wilson pauses to draw in a deep breath, and proceeds to lean forward to loop his left arm around Peter to draw him forward, until they were both sitting on the bed together. Wade on the right, Peter on his left.

Peter's mind trailed off momentarily. He had indeed been violated in such a way. As a child he was manipulated into doing something sexual that he hadn't wanted to do. Afterwards he felt nothing, but shame! But what if he had been a little older and had been dating at the time? If he had a person who could have comforted him, and tell him that it wasn't his fault. Wouldn't he have healed faster?

Instead he had been wallowing in shame and guilt for being so naive. Later when he had a girlfriend he could not tell her, and she had actually teased him for hyperventilating one day when she had caressed him while making out. He was so humiliated that he had broken up with her as soon as he could breathe and had never spoke to her again.

Peter's thoughts trailed off as he heard Wade's voice.

"If you had ever been v-v-violated in such a way, y-y-you would understand that feeling of never, being clean again, of being afraid to heal."

This is when hilarity inappropriately enters the discussion as Wade's voice rings out and interrupts his thoughts, "And baby I can heal from ANYTHING!"

The Merc With The Mouth spoke with an inspirational flourish, as he unlooped his arm from Peter's to sweep both hands up and down to indicate his entire body.

Lost momentarily, Peter thinks back and recalls the conversation where Wade had mentioned, "If you had ever been v-v-violated in such a way, y-y-you would understand that feeling of never, being clean again, of being afraid to heal," and realises that he had known exactly how that felt. Only he had been a child at the time.

Now it was Peter's turn to explain why he was still objecting.

"After what my body; this body did?" Peter gestures to himself with his left hand in utter disgust. "How can you allow me touch you? Why, would you want me to touch you?" I just don't understand this; not at all. Help me understand!" Peter almost shouts in distress.

"Peter. Peter. Peter. I'm not some wilting flower! I know who and what I want; besides I've always wanted you! Even just to hold me and comfort me through the nightmares, the terror, the horror over what has happened. I'm so afraid right now that if I don't have you touch me in this moment in kindness, with pleasure that I won't be able to look at you or anyone with desire again."

"I want to forget the pain. If only for a moment, or even a second! I want to be with you and never remember what that Alien did when it invaded and changed your body to rape me over and over again, while it tortured me! I just want a little peace. And I'm sorry, if I seem like I'm pressuring you to do this; to fucking help someone so damn ugly, but you did offer me anything that could help, and this is how you can help me."

"And I know what I am! I know how other people can't look past my scars, but the few times you have seen them, I've never seen you react badly. Not even once!"

Wade sadly speaks, "It was too much to hope that you would ever consider somebody as hideous looking as me."

Closing his eyes in defeat he adds, "It's okay Spidey. You don't have to stay any longer; you can go, and I can try the only other thing that will give me a second of peaceful existence."

Quietly, Peter asks, "What's that?"

"A bullet to the brain," Wade says as his right hand comes up and fingers shape a gun and he mimics a gunshot, before adding, "And lights out for a bit. No more reliving this nightmare."

Shuddering in horror at the thought Deadpool would shoot himself if he simply left, the prospect of helping Wade in this manner becomes easier with each passing nanosecond. He reaches out with a trembling left hand, and voice, "P-p-please. Wad-d-e. P-please, don't."

Feeling marginally braver as he feels Wade lean into the light touch, connecting their bodies minuscule closer. He tries to add, "Don't hurt yourself anymore. I-I don't want that. I would willingly do anything to prevent it!"

Opening dark liquid eyes, Wade gazes into Peter's warm honey coloured ones and what he sees there causes him to nearly fall from the side of the bed in shock: 'Peter actually Means this! He truly wants to help him. How on earth could someone be so damn good? No wonder that damn EVIL alien was rejected by Peter's body. Such Evil could never coexist within such Goodness. And Peter Parker A.K.A. Spiderman was good.'

Despite how Wade feels at the moment all he can think about is Peter, and forgetting those nightmarish weeks.

"Come here!"

Listening for once Peter leans forward and asks, "Tell me what you want; how I can possibly help? Tell me what you require of me?," in a low tone. "And I will do my best to make it happen."