Here to stay and ready to Party

Deadpool hasn’t had to worry about that stuff for years and whenever he obtains a supposedly life threatening injury, he’s fine again in no time

Spider-Man has a combination of supernatural healing and pure spite

So, after a particularly tricky encounter with a robbery, Deadpool and Spider-Man are walking to get some well earned pizza to share

Spidey is trailing behind slightly, which is fine, he’s just tired

But his head feels heavy and his hands are tingling and it’s so cold

He tells Wade he’s just going to sit down for a bit and sinks down to sit on the pavement before waiting for a response

Wade whips around because Spider-Man doesn’t sound right, and he’s not ok, his head hangs forward and the white eyes of his mask as slits like he’s struggling to hold them open

Blood pools on the pavement and runs into a drain

Deadpool cocks his head to one side, confused

“Hey Webs? Webs… come on, it’s just a little blood loss”

Spider-Man hums an affirmative but doesn’t move

Deadpool crouches down in front of him and gives his shoulder a gentle shove

“c’mon, I’m hungry, let’s go”

But his tone is tentative

Spider-Man has never done anything like this before. It looks like something is very wrong, but Spider-Man always gets up, he’s always fine, so he must get up

Like right now

But he doesn’t

“Ok, ok, I’m going to pick you up now. You can’t stay here, yeah? Let’s get you someplace, uh, someplace safe…”

Deadpool gathers the vigilante in his arms, one hand under his thighs, the other on his back, and holds him against his chest

Spidey flinches when the hand presses against his back and with a closer look Deadpool can see two deep stab wounds leaking blood

He puts the hand on his neck instead, staying clear of the wounds

Deadpool takes Spider-Man to one of his apartments, speed walking through alleyways and backstreets as he gets progressively more panicked

He lays him on his front on the sofa and steps back, unsure what to do with himself

The wounds are less leaking and more oozing blood now, which is better but still not good

Deadpool goes to grab a wet cloth, because you clean wounds don’t you? With water? He doesn’t have any antiseptic or bandages or whatever because he’s never needed them, something he’s regretting now

He wipes down Spidey’s back with lukewarm water then sits on the floor, back against the sofa and waits

He's too anxious to close his eyes or do anything else, so hours pass with both men motionless. Spider-Man sleeps, the unconscious man's breathing soon evens out and becomes less ragged and laboured, which comforts Deadpool a bit

The bleeding stops too, the two wounds scab over and look red and angry

Deadpool stares at the wall in front of him, hugging his knees to his chest. He feels stupid and useless. He should know first aid, it can't be that difficult, he should be able to take care of Spidey properly. But he doesn't. Because he hasn't needed to take care of someone else like this before, and that thought alarms him.

Spider-Man is the first person Deadpool has wanted to care for since he got into the whole vigilante business, since he got into mercenary work, since weapon x, since...

fuck

He drops his forehead onto his knees, squeezing his eyes shut as he tries to process the fact that he wants Spidey to be safe, always, that he wants to be responsible for him being safe, that he wants to keep him safe

He jumps when a hand comes to rest on his shoulder

"Deadpool..."

Spider-Man sounds groggy and pained

Deadpool turns to face him, already starting to apologise for letting this happen, for not being able to do anything, for his pain, but is interrupted by Spidey covering his mouth with his hand

"Shush, it's not your fault dumbass, let me sleep, you're thinking too loud"

"Do you want anything?"

Deadpool asks because Spidey's hand covers his mask not his mouth directly

"Nah... I'll heal soon"

Upside down

Peter squints at his phone and picks up. The line is silent for a good ten seconds and Peter is just about to ask if Wade is there when he finally speaks

His voice is shaky and quiet and the unfamiliarity of this tone coming from the normally upbeat Deadpool throws Peter

“Can I come over?”

“…of course”

Wade hangs up immediately and leaves Peter staring at the ceiling and wondering what just happened

Less than a minute later Peter hears the window in his living room being pushed open. He should be surprised but the idea of Wade waiting outside to get permission to come in when he normally barges in like he lives here fills Peter with concern

He stumbles out of bed an grabs a hoodie from the back of a chair then walks to the living room

“Wade?” He asks cautiously. He can see the man’s silhouette against the moonlight coming through the window

Wade doesn’t speak, he steps towards Peter slowly, like he’s unsure of himself

“…Wade?” Peter is getting scared

Wade takes the last few hurried steps to Peter and wraps his arms around him, burying his face in Peter’s neck

Peter freezes for only a second before hugging Wade back and holding him tight

Wade is trembling like he’s trying to hold back tears and his breathing is overly controlled. Peter recognises the breathing exercises his aunt had taught him to do to calm himself down. Wade squeezes Peter tighter when his hug is reciprocated

“It’s alright, you’re safe, I’ve got you Wade, I’m right here” Peter murmurs as he rubs circles on Wade’s back

A single sob shakes Wade and he noses into Peter’s neck, hiding himself from the world and letting the soft words of comfort wash over him

The two stay stood in the middle of the living room for a long time, until Wade is breathing normally and can bring himself to peel away from Peter

The first thing Wade says is “sorry”

Peter physically feels his heart break in two

“No, nu uh, you have nothing to be sorry about, don’t you dare apologise for being human Wade”

Wade bites his lip to hold back tears and nods

“D’you want to stay here tonight?” Peter doesn’t think that Wade is in any state to be alone, let alone travel in New York City in the middle of the night. He also doesn’t want to leave Wade like this, he needs to make sure Wade is ok

Wade nods again

Peter leads him to the bedroom and hands Wade an oversized sleep shirt, then excuses himself to grab Wade a glass of water to give him a bit of privacy

He feels awkward about sleeping in the same bed as Wade, but he can’t think of anything else he’d rather do. Wade seems fragile, it’s a state that Peter had never seen from him before. The concept of Wade hiding his sadness and fear from him, or forcing the persona he always wears, makes Peter want to protect this side of him. He needs Wade to know that it’s ok to feel, that being vulnerable is ok, that it’s ok to show all sides of himself to Peter. That Peter is safe.

Peter had used Wade a bit like a beacon, a lighthouse cutting through the fog over a dark sea. Whenever Peter had had a bad day, Wade is always smiling and joking and making everything better. Thinking about it, Wade makes Peter feel safe.

Wade deserves to feel like Peter feels when Wade is around.

Peter places the glass of water down on the bedside table and walks around to the other side. Wade is sat on the edge awkwardly, so at least they’re both in the same boat. Peter gets into bed and Wade copies him, like he was waiting for permission. They both face away from each other and Peter can slightly feel the heat radiating off of Wade, an assurance that he’s still there

“I had a nightmare…” Wade says, “I wanted- needed someone who’d get it. Thank you.”

Peter’s not sure what to say. ‘Anytime’ feels too casual. “I’m always going to be here for you, Wade” he says, “promise” he adds, and he means it

Wade’s breathing slows only a minute later and he’s fast asleep. He sounds calm and Peter really hopes he feels safe now.

Wade when he meets Peter:

But then character A meets character B. And character B does all of this with character A like it is nothing. And character A (a soldier, a superpowerful guy, an owner of a huge corporation) is so confused and shocked and doesn't know what to do.

(insp)