Chapter 6: The Whole Damn World

Peter's heart beat relentlessly in his chest. How long have they been following the goo now? Twenty minutes? A whole hour? It must have been a long time though, since Peter lost count after Wade had hummed Holding out or a Hero for about the fourteenth time. The two men have slowed to a walk, and though Peter would never admit it; Wade's voice soothed him. The strange yet deep scratchiness was a welcome sound in the darkness, where it seemed that just the slightest whisper bounced off the walls eerily. Also, it continued to remind him that he wasn't alone, which would be pretty freaking terrifying right about now. There were twists and turns everywhere, the walls getting higher above their heads with each step. Now the surrounding buildings were so tall, they blocked out the moon and left only a neon trail of slime as their light. Peter heard a rustle behind his back, and nearly screamed when Wade simply pulled out a flashlight.

"…What? Ever seen one of these before?" The mercenary waved the light around and aimed it at Peter's face, who in turn practically growled. Wade snickered.

"Cut that out, I don't want us to get noticed by anyone." Peter shielded his eyes from the beam as he walked over and yanked the device from Wade's hands. "And if we do, I'm swinging outta here and leaving you for whatever has a taste for sweaty merc." He could hear the man behind him groan as he continued to lead the way with newfound light.

I'm so booooooored! Not me, I can watch the Spider swing those hips for days. "Maybe even months," Wade pulled a small knife from his glove and weaved it around through his fingers. "Seriously though, this is taking ages. Can I like, ask to crash at his Spider-Cave, or would that be creepy?"Creepier than usual, you mean. We asked him about the Spider-Cave before. "When?" Wade accidentally sliced a hole in his hand. "Ouch." Can't remember. Gotta sift through the issues after this. "Uugh."

"Odin up in Asgard, can't you be quiet? You're gonna get us killed if something pops from the corners and turns us both into steaming mush." Peter hissed. "I can't believe I'm saying you were better when you were humming." He grumbled. Wade wiped his bloody yet healed hand on his suit and skipped after him. After a few moments of silence Wade sighed loudly, receiving a jump from Peter.

"Soooo… what's your name?"

"Like I'm telling you." Peter scoffed.

"Yeah wasn't expecting you to. Ahem, anyways," Wade popped in directly beside the web-slinger. "Why're you so uptight, man? I mean lots of people hate my guts," *Sigh* they all judge before they know don't they? "But why do you? Not like I care anymore, just thought some conversation would keep me from pooping myself right about now."

Peter frowned in thought. Why did he dislike Wade? Steve does, so does Tony, Natasha and basically the rest of the Avengers. Maybe it was his stench, bad manners and machine gun mouth. But lots of people were like that. Or maybe it was because everyone dislikes him, that's why he does. "Well, you smell for one," Wade shrugged.

"You do too, sometimes."

Spider-Man rolled his eyes beneath his mask. "You pulled me into a dance without my permission," Wade laughed.

"Ya gotta live, Spider-Boy, and admit it! You had fun-" He was immediately cut off by Peter slapping the back of his head. "Ow."

"And you jet-packed yourself through my room. There's a reason I have a secret identity, you know." He glared at the merc.

Wade cocked his head to the side. "That's it? I mean, everyone else hates me 'cause I did some god-awful crap. Killed Wolvie a few times, messed up some top-secret plans, hell your pop even sat on my LAP once," He paused as a menacing stare was sent his way by the smaller man. "So like, what crawled up your butt and died? Was it that radioactive spider?" Wade droned and chuckled while Peter sighed angrily. "Or did you get dumped by a chick?" I hope he's single. "I feel ya bro, it happens-" He almost tripped over the youth when he suddenly stopped in his tracks. "Ehh, Spidey?" Peter swallowed dryly.

"…Yeah. I uh, got dumped." He shook it off and picked up his pace again. Wade watched for a few seconds as Peter walked past, and caught up again.

"Whaaat? An angel-face like yours? Dumped? I don't think so, I mean if I were that girl I wouldn't leave your side for a minute, even if I knew you were the Amazing Spider-Man." Wade chirped.

"That's the way she left." Peter could feel his heart ache at the memories this new conversation picked up. A green jacket, a purple skirt. How beautifully they went with twinkling blue eyes and soft blonde hair. How he tangled his fingers in the locks and wept on her fair skin as she lay there in his lap. How those blue eyes lost their sparkle. Gwen. He still hasn't recovered from that loss, and he's afraid he never will. Peter didn't notice how he's slowed to a stop and Wade was waving his hand in front of his mask.

"Hello? Earth to humanoid-spider?" Wade sang as Peter sighed and pushed the hand away.

"Quit it."

"I have the teeniest feeling you weren't actually dumped, were you?" Wade placed a hand on Peter's shoulder. The younger man shrugged him off.

"What do you know about it?" Peter almost shouted. His voice cracked, and his eyes grew hot and burned. He was finding it hard to breathe with his nose. "You ever had someone you love just- just die on you? Someone who meant the whole damn world to you fade away in the blink of an eye? Do you know what that's like?" Peter's msk grew wet with tears as he grabbed and threw the hand off his shoulder. Wade recoiled in shock.

"H-hey," Where the hell did that come from? "I was just trying to lighten the mood a little bit. Like whoa, that escalated quickly. I seriously would NOT try and pick a bone with you. You can probably throw me through a wall, and right now, really please don't." Wade threw his forearms in front of his face when Peter clenched his fists. The web-slinger lowered his arms and fiddled with the hem of his mask as he sniffed and snorted.

"Do you… have a tissue or somethin'…" Peter mumbled weakly. Wade muttered to himself as he patted his pouches, and finally pulled a sheet from one of them. It was wrinkly and actually looked yellowed, but Peter gingerly accepted it nonetheless and lifted his mask half-way to blow his nose. Through the muffled honking noises he made, Wade cleared his throat and shifted his feet slightly.

"You know," Nonononononono, keep your mouth shut. "I actually do know what it's like." Shut up. Don't mention Nessa. NEVER mention Nessa.

Peter silenced himself for a moment to listen to wade speak for once, not talk. "…Really?" He regretted that he sounded like a child, desperate for reassurance that he never received.

Wade gulped. "Uh yeah. I had a girlfriend once, we almost got married, actually. But I had to leave her because cancer, yay. Then she came back and hated me, and she was so different-" Wade sighed through his nose and smiled. "You know what, Spidey?"

Peter's voice was muffled as he spoke through the material. "…Whut?" Wade, though more carefully this time, stroked Peter's shoulder again.

"It happens to the best of us. Well uh, more like the best of people who aren't me, 'cause you know I bleed DAILY and almost always accidentally put my arm in my leg-hole when I get dismembered-"

"Alright!" Peter smiled. Though it was certainly crude, he deeply appreciated the reassurance. Just like his voice in the silence, Wade has his weird ways to make you feel better unconsciously. "I get it… thanks," He looked away. "And hey, I'm real sorry I blew up at you, I've been keeping it in for so long."

Wade shrugged and crossed his arms over his chest proudly. "No problem, honey. It happens literally all the time. And I would actually like it if you blew up at me more often 'cause that was actually really hot- ho ho ha WHAT IN THE NAME OF CHIMICHANGAS IS THAT!?" Wade screamed and pointed behind the web-slinger, also hiding behind him at the same time. Peter turned sharply, just as his mask was torn off brutally by some unseen force.

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Hey friends, apologies for being away so long. I really had a major lack of motivation, plus schoolwork getting in the way of all my hobbies. So, I'm back, and you'll have to deal with more cliffies as this is more of a chapter surrounding their growing relationship.