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C355 Spider-Man (Edit/fix: Forgot Angel Dust Lol)
🕑 Added 2023-05-28 02:00:37 +0000 UTCThe deck of the ship was drenched in an eerie silence as Wade stood face-to-face with his arch-nemesis, Francis.
(A/N: His name ruins all the tension...😒)
Their eyes locked in a deadly dance of hatred and determination. The stench of blood and violence lingered in the air, a reminder of the carnage that had unfolded on their way up to the deck.
Francis looked at Wade in curiosity. “So, besides the ugly makeover, what else did you unlock in that chamber?” He asked.
Wade grinned sadistically. "Want to know my powers, huh? Why don't you come and find out? I promise you'll enjoy the experience. I’ll even shave the pubes off that bald head of yours." He taunted, twirling his razor-sharp blades in each hand.
Francis chuckled, a sinister gleam in his eyes. "Ah, Wade, how I've missed our time together. Too bad it’s about to end..." He replied, his voice laced with a sadistic edge. "But don't worry, I'll make sure to pay a visit to that whore of yours once we’re done here. What was her name again? ...Eh, it doesn’t matter, does it? I’m sure I’ll learn it after a little playtime with her before... you know."
In an instant, Wade's anger flared to a dangerous level.
Without a word, he lunged forward, his katanas slashing through the air with deadly precision. But before his blades could reach Francis, two steel axes appeared, expertly deflecting the blow and sweeping toward Wade's exposed arm.
“Ugh!” Wade grunted as an axe dug into his arm. “Motherf*cker!” He yelled, tugging his arm back, dislodging the axe.
Watching the blood spill from Wade's arm before his injury began to closed, disappearing in a matter of seconds, Francis’ eyes widened in realization. “Healing, Huh? Aren’t you a lucky little lab rat?”
“Some curses come with a blessing...” Wade said, his deformed face still exposed.
Without another word, both sides rushed forward.
In a whirlwind of movement, Wade and Francis displayed incredible skill and precision. They dodged, parried, and counterattacked with deadly grace, their weapons singing through the air with each strike.
Meanwhile, Peter watched from a distance, conjuring a comfortable seat for himself and a bag of Takis.
He munched on the spicy snack, his eyes fixated on the combatants like a spectator at a thrilling UFC fight.
“I need something to drink.” He thought as a can of ice-cold Coca-Cola appeared in his hand. “Yeah, that’s the stuff...”
Back to the fight, Wade lunged forward, his blades slashing through the air with deadly precision.
However, Francis swiftly sidestepped, narrowly evading the lethal strike. Retaliating, he swung his axes in a fluid motion, aiming at his opponent's exposed shoulder.
Of course, Wade learned his lesson after the first injury.
Deftly twisting his body, he evaded the oncoming axes with graceful agility, leaping and spinning into the air as he swung down at his enemy.
And in return for the axe to his arm, Wade's blades managed to rake their way across Francis’ face, disfiguring his skin with two long bleeding cuts.
“!” Francis quickly retreated a few steps, wiping the blood that fell into his eyes.
Thankfully, his pain receptors were fried long ago, allowing him to fight on without any problems whatsoever.
“Looking sexy, Franny.” Wade comments as he flicks the blood off his blades. “Red is definitely your color.”
A scowl marred Francis’ bleeding face as the fight escalated and blows were exchanged in rapid succession.
Wade spun on his heel, executing a series of intricate slashes aimed at Francis' torso.
Though his opponent's reflexes proved equal to the task as Francis twisted and turned, parrying each strike with his axes, the sharp clang of metal resounding through the night.
Soon enough, Francis seized an opportunity and lunged forward, attempting to deliver a devastating strike to Wade's midsection. But Wade, ever resourceful, twisted his body in a nimble maneuver, narrowly avoiding the brunt of the blow.
And as he did, he retaliated with a swift kick, catching Francis off guard and sending him stumbling backward.
Quickly regaining his footing, a determined glint in his eyes. Francis launched himself at Wade, axes whirling through the air with deadly accuracy.
But Wade reacted with lightning-fast reflexes, his katanas acting as an impenetrable wall against the onslaught.
The constant clash of steel echoed across the deck, each strike met with an equal measure of skillful defense from both sides.
As the battle raged on, the combatants traded blow after blow in a frenzied dance of violence.
Blood stained the steel of their weapons as well as each of their bodies as the fight grew increasingly intense.
Though only Wade remained unharmed, his healing factor saving him from any and all injuries.
“Huuu... huuu...” Francis breathed heavily as blood continued to leak from his body.
Although he has the upper hand when it comes to strength, as time went on, Francis started to slow down from both loss of blood and exhaustion.
Of course, Wade was getting tired as well, but certainly not to the same degree as his opponent.
And after a moment of stillness between the two, Wade's swords sliced through the air once again, aiming for vulnerable spots, while Francis' axes swung with unyielding force, seeking to overpower his opponent.
Both fighters showed varying signs of weariness, their movements slightly slower, their breathing labored. But their determination remained unwavering.
Wade, with a surge of adrenaline, launched himself forward, his katanas whirling in a deadly arc. And Francis responded in kind, axes spinning in a last-ditch effort to subdue his foe.
The clash of steel intensified, sparks flying with each meeting of blade and axe. Their movements became a blur of motion, each combatant striving to gain the upper hand.
Sweat mingled with blood, coating their bodies as the battle waged on.
Until finally, the fight reached its peak, each warrior pushing themselves to the limit. Their strikes became wild, and desperate, as fatigue threatened to overtake them.
Especially Francis.
In a final display of ferocity, both Wade and Francis lunged at each other, weapons colliding with a resounding clash.
For a moment, the world stood still as they locked eyes, the weight of their rivalry heavy in the air.
And in this exchange, Wade's relentless assault managed to knock the axes out of Francis' hands, forcing him into a defensive position.
Francis, now unarmed, ducked, dived, and dodged, evading Wade's relentless onslaught of killing blows.
However, Wade's persistence paid off as he managed to slice open his opponent's kneecaps.
“!?” Francis’ eyes widened as he collapsed to the floor, unable to hold his bodies weight anymore.
And as he fell, Wade was quick to trap him on his back, his katana blades forming a scissor-like formation just a hairs thickness away from his exposed neck.
Looking down at his most hated nemesis, his voice seething with rage, Wade ordered, "You made me like this, Francis. And now you’re gonna fix it!"
His hideous face was a foot away from his opponents.
Out of nowhere, Francis burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the empty deck. "Fix you? Oh, Wade, my dear guinea pig, you must be delusional," he mocked, his eyes filled with malevolence. "No one can remove a Meta-Humans mutation. It's permanent. You’ll look like an old man's saggy nutsack for the rest of your life."
Shock registered on Wade's scarred face. His hopes shattered in an instant.
Francis continued to laugh, savoring Wade's despair. "If you want to be pretty again, then I suggest you pay a visit to a plastic surgeon. That's the best you're ever going to get," he taunted, his words laced with sadistic glee.
As began to realization sink in, Wade's grip on his katanas tightened. A mixture of rage and acceptance burned in his eyes
Unable to control himself, Wade pushed all of his weight down on bother swords, decapitating Francis in an instant.
*Slice!* The swords descended with a sickening sound as blood sprayed out, sending his severed head rolling.
“Well, that went as I expected...” Peter muttered as his chair and snacks disappeared. “You alright?” He asked as he walked over.
Standing behind Wade, Peter got a good look at Francis’ motionless body as well as his severed head, which was still smiling up at Wade, as if he had somehow won in the end.
“That’s not creepy at all...” Peter commented as he waved his hand and portal’d Angel Dust to a cell back at the Tower. ‘I’ll have someone from Shield deal with her later.’
Once she was gone, Peter placed a hand on Wade's shoulder, breaking him from his dejected state. “Come on, let's go and get something to eat. I heard there’s a good Mexican place nearby.”
“...do they have chimichangas?” He asked, like a sad child.
Wade had no idea what to do anymore. All of his hopes were set on Francis, but now he was left with nothing.
“Sure.” Peter nodded. “And we’ll even get some ice cream on the way home, okay?”
Picking himself up off the floor, Wade sullenly followed after Peter, leaving the ship full of dead bodies behind.
A/N: 1525 words :)
