#hurt!wade

"You can't win," he chuckled, the rumble of his growl resonating through the empty room. His fist snapped out and struck the larger man square in the chest, feeling the bones bend beneath his hand.  He swung again and felt them break. The man screamed. Spiderman stood tall above the man, feeling the rage inside of him boil. His foot snapped out, catching him in the gut, eliciting a moan from the pathetic man. "You shouldn't have touched my family." Kick. "You shouldn't have touched him." Kick. "You won't again." Peter wrapped his webbing around his ankles and strung him up, letting him hang upside down, snapping a punch at his face. The door opened, and Deadpool stumbled in, still bleeding but healed enough to walk. "Spidey, stop." he groaned. "You're supposed to be the good guy." Peter didn't look at him as he punched the back again, breaking his nose.  "Stop!" Wade croaked, trying to make his way across the room without falling. Peter, trying to hold onto his rage rather than going to care for Wade, refused to look at his weakness. He watched the man in front of him bleed, wanting to leave him there for his blood to gather in his brain and kill him. Wade grabbed his arm, leaning on him heavily for support. "You're the good guy," he gasped.  Peter sighed, and cut the man down, binding his arms and leaning him up against a post. "Fine. But you need to call the ambulance. I'm not."