Chapter 4: I'll Prove It
"-IIIIIT!" Wade yelled and scrambled backwards towards the open window. Peter rushed to web his chest so that he wouldn't topple from the highest floor of the tower. He pulled the webbing back and grabbed Wade's shoulders.
"Shut up!" Peter aggressively whispered through clenched teeth. Well, more like shout-whispered. "What do you think you're doing, yelling that loud!?" And if you fall from that window, you'd die, stupid!" Wade was still flapping his hands around.
"What is this!?" The mercenary grabbed Peter's arms and shook him back and forth. "Who would've known the Amazing freakin' Spider-Man, is a delightful freakin' Baby Boy!?" Hey, the more you know. SCOOOOOOORE! Hot-nerd bonus! Peter shoved him off and gave him a rather effective slap on the face. Wade calmed immediately. The hero grasped the sides of Wade's head, and held it so that their faces were a hairs breadth apart. WhoaHOHO DANG.
Peter put on the most malevolent gaze he had ever wore, and he was sure it was doing wonders as Wade's masked eyes widened and he shut his mouth for the first time since they had met. "You," Peter gripped his head tighter, earning a small squeak from the taller man. "You are going to keep this a secret. If even one person other than you and I know about this, even if one person finds out from you, I will make sure you will feel so much pain, that the Guardians of the Galaxy up in space will flinch at the sound of your screams." At that Wade's eyes softened, and he released his grip on Peter to hold his wrists more gently than his personality allows. Peter's eyes narrowed, but he kept his gaze fixed on the merc.
"I won't," Wade grinned.
"…Won't what, stupid?"
"Tell anyone. I mean, it's your face and everything, it's not my job to introduce you." Wade imitated him from when he had told Peter his name for the first time. Unknowingly, his anger crept away and he smiled.
"You little-" He snickered. The crinkles in Wade's mask had formed the most triumphant expression Peter had ever seen, despite not actually seeing his face. At that moment he realized: he had laughed again. "-Piece of crap!" Peter's smile was replaced by a frown, as he held on to Wade's head with his right hand and bashed his fist onto his skull with his left.
"Gyah!"
"AH!" A shooting pain coursed up the length of Peter's arm as he fell to his knees and coughed violently. Wade gasped.
"H-hey, you okay Spidey?" Wade dropped to eye-level with Peter and tentatively brushed the smaller man's quaking shoulders with his fingers. "I uh, I'm no good with first aid, only mouth-to-mouth…" Peter's coughing ceased for just enough time to punch Wade in the nose with full spider-strength. A dull thwack rang through the room as now both men were lying on the ground. Peter's coughing was dying down while Wade was rolling around with both hands on his nose. Tough love. "Owww…" Hey, he might have punched our nose into our brains, we should check it out. His hands hovered at the ends of his crinkled mask. Wade glanced at Peter, who in turn was now just lying there with his arm over his eyes, a sheen of sweat on his forehead. JUST DO IT QUICK! Wade breathed in as turned and pulled the fabric over his mangled nose, and started to fiddle with the bloody remains while arguing with his voices. At that moment Peter sat up.
"Wow, Wade, I'm real sorry 'bout that, but you know you kind of deserved it-" Peter stopped short as he stared at the mercenary. His skin. Not a single patch of his skin was uncovered by bruises and burns. So he was right, his hands weren't the only parts of his body that were scarred. He swallowed heavily, and was finally brought out of his trance when the merc's voice broke through his trance.
"Don't be sweetie, it'll heal right up!" He sounded uneasy as he cracked his nose back into place and tugged his mask down. "See, lookit' this! Probably looks better than it did before." He wiggled his fingers around his nose, and it did indeed look healed. Keep talking fool, maybe he didn't notice. "And honestly, hoo WEE I wish I had your nose, Baby Boy, it looks ravishing-"
"Wade." He looked over nervously at Peter. His deep hazel eyes were boring into his own brown ones.
"…Muh?"
"If you don't mind me asking," Peter dropped his gaze. "Why is- your um… skin…?" He rubbed his neck. He expected Wade to glare at him again, point his gun at him, but no. The idiot started laughing.
"PfftHAHAHA you mean Wolverine hasn't told you?" He held his stomach and convulsed with joy. Fake joy, Peter thought.
"Told me what?"
"Cancer? Healing factor? Ring a bell?" Wade waved a finger around his head. Peter huffed.
"Well, I know what they are, but what do those have to do with anything?" He was starting to get impatient with the man. But it seemed like Wade lost his patience first.
"Thing is, hon, I heal. Fast. Like, Quicksilver fast," Not that fast."Okay maybe not that fast, but quick. Aaand, I have cancer…? And can't die…?" Wade shrugged tightly and checked if Peter was still listening. The latter man was certainly intrigued. "Um, that's how the skin comes in…" He threw his hands up.
"So," Peter chose his words carefully. One wrong word and he could end up with a bullet through his eye. "Your healing factor and cancer are in a constant flux, resulting in scarred skin… And thanks to your accelerated healing, you can't die." Wade gaped.
Damn, he's good. "Wow, you're pretty okay with that."
Peter tapped his lips and thought for a moment. "Are you kidding me? Anything's possible, I heard there was a Hit-Monkey for God's sake."
"Hit-Monkey's real! He's out to get me!" Wade blurted, and Peter whacked himself with his palm.
"For a moment when I thought you could be serious." He looked up from his hand and spotted Wade swiping at the air. "And what's with that?" Wade stopped his swiping, and blinked at Peter.
"Yellow and white. They're in my mind." He looked up and started muttering. Peter just wrinkled his nose and stared at Wade's jawline as the mercenary tilted his head up. It certainly was a strong jaw, nice edges. In all honesty, the scars didn't bother him that much. They seemed like just another part of him, or just different skin. The cancer didn't either. But the healing factor? Strange. How did it happen? Where did it come from? Is he immortal? Wade was staring back at him before he could realize that he was staring in the first place. "You likey?"
Peter frowned. "No, I don't likey."
For a moment there, it was almost like he didn't mind the scars. Who are we kidding, EVERYONE minds the scars. We're a freak, we're ugly inside AND out. Our personality sucks. "Maybe he's different-" Aw, FUCK that. He's too beautiful. And like the other guy said, he's way out of our league. "But-" Just face it. He's SPIDER-MAN too. He's probably already dating some gorgeous blonde with that reputation and doll-face. Wade grew close to tears. "You- you can't say that for sure! I-I'll prove it! I'll prove that I'm an okay guy!" Wade rushed from his seat on the polished floor of Peter's room and launched himself from the window. "You bastards!"
It happened in such a quick flurry of movement, Peter didn't have time to react and reach out for Wade. "What the fu-!?" He rushed to the window and peered down below, watching as the mercenary was already running from sight on the streets. He huffed for the umpteenth time that day. His hand brushed through his tousled brown locks, frustrated. "Not a word of this to anyone, JARVIS."
"Not a word," JARVIS spoke back calmly as Peter rubbed his arm.