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C357 Spider-Man
🕑 Added 2023-05-30 04:54:37 +0000 UTCWade, wearing normal clothes with his disfigured face uncovered for all to see, stood outside the luxurious penthouse, staring at the line of guards in front of him.
The deafening silence that followed their passionate reunion was abruptly shattered by the authoritative voices of the Shield security team.
Just as Peter ordered, they rushed in as soon as the sounds of moaning and destruction came to an end, waking the couple from their sleep and throwing them out in the middle of the night.
And as they stood outside with nothing but their clothes on their backs, Wade's phone buzzed with a new text message
“?” Pulling out his phone, he couldn’t help but feel aggrieved.
Spidey: Your ban from expensive safe houses now includes Vanessa... Go home or find a motel. I’ll call later. -Love, the Skeet Shooter 😘
Wade glanced at his fiancée, Vanessa, her eyes filled with a mixture of amusement and embarrassment as she peaked over and read the text.
The penthouse, once a pristine haven, now lay in ruins, a monument of their reckless lovemaking.
Shield agents stood across from them, their stern expressions betraying their annoyance at the couple's antics.
After all, they were forced to listen to this couples activities from morning to night.
"Come on, Babe," Vanessa said, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "We should probably leave before they start charging us for property damage."
Wade smirked, wrapping his arm around her waist as they walked off, unashamed.
Their journey back to Wade's former apartment was filled with laughter and stolen kisses, as they reminisced about their time together before he disappeared.
Entering the dimly lit apartment, Wade's eyes fell on the remnants of their life together, a collection of dusty memories scattered across the room.
He couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia.
Vanessa, sensing his emotions, wrapped her arms around him, her voice filled with warmth.
"We'll make new memories..." she whispered.
Wade smiled, his fingers gently tracing the curves of her face.
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As they settled into a comfortable routine, Vanessa perched herself on the couch, idly scrolling through baby names on her phone while Wade occupied himself in the kitchen.
"Hey, how about 'Richard'?" Vanessa called out, her voice floating from the living room.
As soon as they settled into the apartment again, the idea of having a baby was thrown around and both sides seemed interested at the very least.
Wade chuckled, expertly arranging frozen dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets onto a baking tray.
(A/N: Dino Nuggies 😋)
"'Richard'? Really? I mean, we could call him Harry Richard Wilson..." he replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Hairy Dick Wilson...
Vanessa giggled, her laughter infectious.
Though the sound was abruptly cut short as a wave of unease washed over Wade. He froze, his senses on high alert, as he detected the faint sound of multiple footsteps approaching their door.
"Vanessa, get down!" Wade ordered, his voice tinged with urgency, as he retrieved a long kitchen knife from the drawer.
Without hesitation, Vanessa leaped over the couch, disappearing from sight, hiding herself on the floor.
Wade tightened his grip on the knife as he creeped over to the side of the door. The familiar adrenaline rush of battle coursed through his veins.
And then, without warning, the door exploded inward, shards of wood and debris flying through the air.
Standing in the doorway was a team of heavily armed Russian gangsters, their menacing presence filling the room.
Wade's eyes narrowed, his determination etched onto his scarred features. He gripped his gleaming kitchen knife tightly in his scarred hand, his senses on high alert.
Five burly figures, covered in tattoos, had barged in uninvited.
They were armed to the teeth with an assortment of weapons, prepared for a battle against a man of Wades caliber.
Vanessa lay behind the worn-out couch, her wide eyes filled with fear. She held her breath, praying for Wade's safety.
The tension in the room was palpable as the armed assailants stepped inside one by one.
Wade's face split into a manic grin as he twirled the knife in his hand. "Please take off your shoes. This is an Asian household," he said, revealing himself as he appeared in front of them.
With lightning speed, Wade lunged forward, slashing his knife at the leading gunmen’s wrists, causing him to drop his shotgun.
Seeing their target, the gangsters quickly spread out and opened fire, attempting to encircle him.
But Wade was a whirlwind of death and chaos. He darted between them, his movements fluid and unpredictable.
"Your tracking dirt into our love nest... How rude." Deadpool quipped as he stabbed an assailant in the eye, causing him to drop to the floor with a bloodcurdling scream, cradling his bloody eye socket.
The other gangsters reacted quickly, their eyes filled with rage. They continued to unleash a barrage of gunfire, bullets tearing through the apartment, leaving holes in the walls and furniture.
But Deadpool's agility was insane compared to theirs. He twisted and contorted his body, narrowly evading every projectile.
Dodging another spray of bullets, Wade vaulted onto a nearby countertop, using it as a springboard.
He somersaulted through the air, landing behind one of the gangsters. And with a swift, precise motion, he thrust his knife into the man's heart.
"Oops! Did I ruin your favorite jacket?" Deadpool remarked, a maniacal chuckle escaping his lips.
Seeing this, two gangsters charged at him simultaneously, hoping to hold him down and finish him off for good.
Luckily, Wade saw this coming from a mile away and parried them off, his knife slicing through the air.
He delivered a swift kick to one of them, sending him crashing into a bookshelf, while his knife found its mark in the throat of the other.
The room descended into chaos as the remaining gangster tried to make a hasty retreat.
But Deadpool was relentless. He pursued him, leaping over furniture and debris, closing the distance between them.
"Running away? I thought we were just getting to know each other?!" Deadpool taunted, his voice echoing through the apartment.
With a savage swipe, Wade expertly threw the knife into the final gangster's leg, stopping him in his tracks.
The man screamed as he fell to the floor, writhing in pain.
Wade loomed over him as he pulled the knife from his leg and held it teasingly above his head.
"Oh! It’s slipping!" he jokingly gasped as the knife fell from his fingers.
The pointy end descended, cutting through the air before embedding itself into the last intruder's open mouth, ending his life soon after.
The room fell into an eerie silence, broken only by Vanessa's shallow breaths and the normal chaos of the city outside.
Wade stood amidst the carnage, his body covered in blood, victorious.
"Looks like date night just got a little more exciting, babe," He quipped, his voice tinged with dark humor as he turned to his fiancé.
Vanessa slowly stood from her hiding place behind the bullet-riddled couch, her heart pounding in her chest.
She takes in the sight of the lifeless Russian gangsters sprawled across the apartment, their blood staining more than just the carpet.
Relief washed over her as she realized that Wade managed to protect them both.
Wade's eyes widen as he watched Vanessa emerge unharmed.
A wave of pure relief flooded through him, but before he could fully process the situation, a chilling sound echoed in his ears, the distinct click of a gun being cocked.
Instinctively, his body whirls around, his mind racing to assess the new threat.
Standing in the doorway, an unnoticed figure comes into view.
Another gangster, an unexpected reinforcement who must have been waiting outside for one reason or another.
The intruder's cold eyes were fixed on Wade and Vanessa, his finger tightening on the trigger of his pistol.
Without a moment to spare, Wade acted on pure instinct. He twisted his body and hurled the blood-stained kitchen knife he had used earlier toward the new arrival.
However, the unexpected movement from the Wade caused the assailants aim to shift away from Wade and towards Vanessa, who stood there defenseless.
Fear gripped Wade's heart as time seemed to slow down. He watched in horror as the trigger was pulled, anticipating the tragic outcome.
But just when all hope seemed lost, a sudden blur of red and blue appeared.
A gloved hand, vibrant in very familiar colors, wrapped effortlessly around the barrel of the assailant's gun, morphing the metal under its grip.
In an instant, the bullet inside was constricted and stopped in its tracks.
And before the stunned assailant could react, the knife that Wade had hurled earlier found its mark, embedding itself deep into his chest.
With a grunt of shock and pain, the man crumpled to the floor, slowly choking on his own blood.
Heaving a sigh of relief, Wade's gaze turned toward the source of their salvation.
And right on cue, everyone’s friendly neighborhood Spider-Man stepped into view, revealing himself.
“Yo.”
A/N: 1506 words :)
