Aaaaand Chapter 6 of The Marble Arch (Hitman's Bodyguard, no powers Spideypool AU) is also up!!
Wade came to himself with a start when two sets of steel arms threw him, hard, on a leathered seat. Which once may have looked like his typical Friday, but somehow he omitted the confusion and jumped right to it: the realization of the state he was in.
Which was: fucked.
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Excerpt:
“Hey, handsome! I said I was sorry about the phone. Who knows? Maybe your plan would’ve worked.”
They’ve walked for a while in silence violated only by the gentle mooing before Cable spoke again: “So what about your other plan?”
“There’s no other plan! The plan is we’re on a cow pasture and it smells like shit, that’s the plan!”
“I was talking about your agent Parker plan.”
It felt like Wade’s insides clenched into a fist. Gordian knot, no untangling it, only cutting through it. He was glad that Cable couldn’t see his face.
“That’s why you’re doing it, right?” Cable pressed on. “To get him back. You think that becoming triple A rated cunt is gonna give you a VIP pass to little mister Interpol’s ass?”
“Oh, I get it!” Wade got his voice back. “You’re gonna be the guru that other inmates come to for advice. Good for you.”
“Good for them. You could also use some advice, because you, my friend, are a romantic shitwit.”
Two years ago, Wade Wilson lost everything. His job, his position, his looks and his boyfriend.
And now it seems like he gets a chance to fight for his job and position back, as Peter calls him and asks for his help. All Wade has to do is securely deliver something to the court on time.
The only complication being that this “something” is the world’s most wanted hitman - and Wade's old acquaintance - Cable. And that Wade's motivation is less about the job and more about just doing it for Peter.
The thing about the Ice Box was it could make your skin crawl just thinking about it, let alone being its inmate.
Still, Wade couldn’t really say he regretted ending up in there; given the chance, he would’ve blown off that fucking pedophile’s head a hundred more times. But needless to say, his first mission under the X-Men’s wing didn’t go as smoothly as planned.
What Wade remembered best from being arrested wasn’t the sensation of this fucking collar being clasped over his neck, and his body revolting against the cancer joining the party once again. What carved into his memory even more were Peter’s screams, telling the motherfuckers to get fucking off him, take that shit off, you’re gonna fucking kill him; backing it up with some punches thrown with what could only be taken for a mutant strength.
Needless to say, that got him arrested, too. Which was exactly what he wanted.
And what made up all the regret Wade had about what he’d done.
Wade remembered vaguely joking that it was not exactly how he imagined getting away with Peter for that vacation at last, but it’d have to do. Being taken to the mountains, getting matching outfits and all that.
And he remembered that Peter didn’t laugh.
As the door of their cell locked behind them, Wade had to sit down, but Peter started to pace up and down the small space. Wade’s eyes followed him like he was watching the tennis match.
Peter unzipped his yellow prison garb and let it loose around his legs, revealing a white undershirt, same as Wade had underneath.
It made the collar on his neck even more visible and Wade felt rage crippling through his cancer-ridden body.
“You, fucking stop it.”
Peter froze in place and looked at him.
“What?”
“Wolverine was supposed to be the only one looking this good in a wife beater. So you better fucking stop it.”
Peter snorted, a shadow of a smile on his lips. It sounded a little bit relieved and a little bit more like he wanted to cry.
“You forgot Freddy Mercury,” he said, walking up to sit beside Wade. He left no space between them and Wade took the chance to rest his head on Peter’s shoulder.
He quickly sat back up though, feeling that Peter was shaking. He pressed a hand to his face, covering his eyes and leaving no doubt now that he was crying.
“Hey… what’s up?”
“I’m so sorry, Wade.”
“What? Why?”
He took a hand off his face and looked at Wade, whose heart immediately smashed to smithereens at the sight of sadness overflowing his eyes along with the tears.
“I talked you into this X-Men shit… If you weren’t there…”
“Hey, boo, stop it. Really, life would always find a way to fuck us stiff bareback, don’t you know it? Stop crying, this is not your fault.”
“That’s not why I’m crying.”
“Then why?”
“Cause you’re…” he started in a tone like he couldn’t believe Wade had to even ask, but then cut it abruptly and said something else than he’d intended: “Cause you’re in pain.”
Cause you’re dying.
Vomiting felt like all of Wade’s insides were going out – or rather wanted to, but couldn’t.
All he had inside of him was pain, and it felt like Wade was the one his body was fighting, not the cancer.
He wiped his mouth with shaking hand and used the rest of his energy to get away from the toilet and crawl a meter away of it, towards his pallet. Peter was sitting by it on the floor, waiting for him to come back and lay his head on his lap. Which Wade did, curling on the floor and burrowing half of his face in Peter’s thigh. Peter gave him his hand and Wade took it with both of his, pressed it to his chest like he was a child squeezing a teddy bear. The other hand Peter laid on his head, petting it slowly, like he was a mother of said terrified child.
“Here we fucking go again, I guess,” Wade groaned.
“Only the first time you fled on me, remember?”
“Yeah. And I’m sorry.”
“And you’d do it again.” There was no accusation in his voice; there was only the warmth in his hands.
“Probably, yeah.”
It wouldn’t be like them if they didn’t get into even bigger shit than they were already in.
It was the first time they were in prison cafeteria, poking around for something edible among the crap they had on their platters. They were sitting alone by their table, face to face, and Wade was trying to imagine that Peter was the only one out there, the only person in a thousand miles radius; lines of his bare biceps like a balm for Wade’s aching insides.
It took him a good minute to notice the group approaching them.
“I’ve seen you earlier, pretty face.”
Black Tom didn’t look as much of a threat. And maybe it wouldn’t have ended so badly if he didn’t touch Peter.
“Thanks, I was thinking about acting, actually.” In his current state, Wade wasn’t that much of a threat either. But least he could do was try to keep their attention on himself.
But they didn’t take it, told him to shut the fuck up – they’re talking to the twink right here.
“Your name here’s gonna be Gentle Mouth…” Black Tom said, putting his dirty paw on Peter’s face.
There were plenty of times before when they were in danger, when they were dealing with far worse than fucking Black Tom and his boys.
But all these previous times were different.
Now Wade couldn’t fight them and he knew it.
So maybe that was why his eloquence left him high and dry, and the only way to let out his rage as he saw Peter stiffening under Black Tom’s touch, was noncreative and point-blank:
“Keep the fuck away from him.”
“Why, he’s your bitch?”
“I am his.”
“Oh shee-it!” Black Tom smiled, turning to Wade. “I see you’ve got something in your teeth. His pubes?”
“Jealous much?”
You moron, Peter would tell him later, all resigned. Couldn’t you keep your mouth shut for once? I was trying not to provoke them.
In exchange for what he said, Wade got some laughs, and a nudge in the gut from Black Tom; which combined forces with the cancer and was enough to leave him breathless.
And as for Black Tom, what he got in exchange was Peter’s platter right to his fucking face – a beautiful hit that set both Black Tom and Peter’s untouched excuse for a meal flying around in all directions.
After that it went painfully and fast, and soon enough they were all escorted roughly to their cells, Peter helping Wade walk to theirs, almost carrying him.
As soon as they were in, Wade would’ve collapsed right then and there if Petter didn’t make the extra effort to lay him on the pallet; to put the pillow under his dizzy head.
Then he lay down behind him, hugging him gently; somehow holding Wade in place – this bundle of different pains all stitched together.
Peter was also beat up, even worse than Wade given the fact that this whole fight was practically him just trying to keep others away from Wade who was only lying there on the floor and getting kicked. But he took it better; even the last part when he just clung to Wade on the floor, shielding him with his body; taking the kicks to his own ribs.
Now Wade was glad to be the little spoon – he didn’t have to see Peter’s bloodied face.
“Sorry,” he said. “I know you didn’t want to provoke them. But I just…”
He didn’t know what to say, so he stopped, the pain and the blame getting the best of him. And for a moment Peter wasn’t saying anything, but then Wade felt warmth on the back of his head, so gentle, and again. And again.
Peter kissing him there.
“It’s okay,” he said quietly, and held him closer. “I’m just sorry you’re hurt.”
Not long after – and not a moment too soon – Cable was there, fucking the shit up and chasing a fourteen-year-old.
It came pretty much without saying that Peter and Wade were gonna help the kid. That is: it came without saying for Peter, so also for Wade.
Some plain old chaos and ass beatings were involved, during which Cable’s fuckass weapon fired right into Wade’s collar, breaking it just in fucking time for Wade to survive his not so pleasant fall on a table which practically broke him in half.
He had a moment of a black out, and the last thing he heard before it was Peter tearing his throat on Wade’s name as he watched him fall.
Wade was glad it didn’t end up the last thing he's heard in life; and also that it wasn’t the last image of him burned into Peter’s mind.
Not his best look, for sure. Also, breaking a spine? Wade wouldn’t recommend.
But what came after was, not to exaggerate, motherfucking awesome.
Welcome back, superpowers.
After that it went pretty fast.
X-Men showed up in their hovercraft to check up on the fuckery that was going on there. They were too late to meet Cable, but at least they gave Peter, Wade and that kid Russel a lift.
And Yukio, that sweet girl, took the collars off of Peter and Russel as well.
During the flight, Peter gave them a piece of his mind about not doing anything to prevent the mutants from being held in such conditions, and not coming earlier to prevent Wade from dying there of cancer. Wade sat there with his head on Peter’s shoulder, listening with a smile to him telling Colossus where he could shove his rules.
Russell was taken to the X-Men mansion and soon enough Cable showed up for him; but there he met Wade and Peter.
There was some talking and some more beating the shit out of each other, and also some more shooting, but eventually they came to terms.
They made raid on the facility where Russell had been held and abused. They killed some pedos together, and in the end it was Dopinder, sweet sweet bloodthirsty Dopinder, who ended that fucking turd of a director of that dump; not Russell.
Orphans were saved and friends were made, and Russell stayed at X-Men mansion, while Cable came back to his loved ones.
Peter and Wade also came home – to spoon, finally, in their own bed.
Deadpool (2016) deleted scene // Portrait of Fryderyk in Shifting Light, Richard Siken // The Amazing Spider-Man (2012) // Shape of My Heart, Sting // 20 Weird Facts About Deadpool and Spider-Man’s Relationship, Eric McAdams // Two, Sleeping At Last // Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë // Spider-Man/Deadpool #10 // Goner, Twenty One Pilots
He was going to die from cancer, but he has been cured. He lacks his memories, but it doesn’t matter – he is given a new identity by the people who cured him. The people he now has to work for.
His old self is dead and gone from the world.
But not all of his old memories are willing to go. There is a voice in his head, a voice his heart knows but his mind doesn’t recognize. The voice so persistent it may actually be able to remind a man his life. And that one thing he can’t live without.
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