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C346 Spider-Man
🕑 Added 2023-05-18 15:08:46 +0000 UTCIn the dimly lit room of the abandoned hospital, Peter, clad in his iconic red and blue Spider-Man suit, stared cautiously at his newest acquaintance.
Though, thanks to his mask, Wade couldn’t tell.
‘Does he actually have 4th wall-breaking powers?’ Peter wondered, hoping that Deadpool didn’t know too much about him... “You knew I was coming?” He asked, playing it cool.
Wade smirked as if he knew something that Peter didn’t. “No, how could I? It was just a feeling. I call it my Wade-Tingle. Cool name, right?”
‘Okay... Now he’s just f*cking with me.’ Peter thought as he let out a sigh, giving up on that line of questioning for the time being. “So... You good? Because you look like someone dunked their testicles in a deep frier.”
“It's not that bad, is it?” Wade asks, his mood instantly dampening.
“You know, I feel like we’re gonna be fast friends, so I’ll give it to you straight.” Peter says as he places a comforting hand on Wade's shoulder. “You look like the child of man who had sex with a rotten avocado.”
And to emphasize his point, Peter waved his hand and conjured a mirror in front of Wade so that he could take a close look at himself.
“I...” His voice hitched in his throat. “My face! My handsome dashing face! My flawless clear skin! I’m... ugly.”
“Yeah, sorry, bud.” Peter consoled him as he vanished the mirror before Wade could spiral even further into depression. “But look on the bright side, you can easily get a starring role in any horror film.”
Wade instantly turned to glare in his direction, as he could feel the smirk hidden under Peter’s mask.
“Okay, sorry. That was too far.” Peter raised his hands and apologized. “But seriously, you do look like Freddy Krueger.” He couldn’t help himself.
With a snap of his fingers, Peter swapped out Wade's shabby hospital gown and replaced it with a complete Freddie Krueger hollowed costume, including the finger knives.
“I really hate you right now...” Wade said with a dead look in his eyes.
“Okay, okay, I’ll stop.” Peter said as he switched his clothes to a normal shirt and jeans. “So, can you give me a rundown on what’s been going on here?”
Seeing that the conversation was heading away from his horrid appearance, Wade was more than happy to explain everything. “It all started in 1985...”
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After listening to Wades brief, yet descriptive, explanation, which also included parts of his life for some reason, Peter found no differences from the first Deadpool movie.
Wade Wilson, a former special forces operative worked as a mercenary in New York City.
‘How the hell did he not come up on my radar whatsoever?’ Peter wondered.
Wade met escort/prostitute Vanessa Carlysle at a local bar and they became romantically attached.
One year later, Wade proposed to her and she accepted, but their happiness didn’t last very long, as he was diagnosed with terminal cancer.
And though Vanessa remained unwaveringly by his side, Wade didn’t want her to watch him die.
He loved her far too much to put her through that.
Soon enough, a recruiter from this facility approached Wade, offering an experimental cure for his cancer.
And although he initially refused the offer, Wade eventually decided to leave Vanessa and undergo the procedure with hopes of returning to happily spend their life together.
Sadly, those hopes were slowly crushed.
At this very facility, Wade met Ajax/Francis, whom he instantly resented.
On the day they men, Francis injected Wade with a serum designed to awaken latent Meta-Human genes. Then he proceeded to have Wade subjected to weeks of torture to induce stress and trigger the mutation without much success.
Until tonight, of course.
Though Wade wasn’t the only one subjected to this.
Each person that Peter saw strapped to the beds upstairs went through the same exact torturous experimentation. Not to mention the countless other who have probably died as well.
"Wow, you got scammed, huh?" Peter blurted out without thinking.
Wade's eyes met Peter's masked face, his signature smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "You know, Spidey, I've been through pretty f*cked-up sh#t in my life, but this... This takes the cake." He raised a gloved hand, tracing the numerous scars on his face. "Thanks for getting me out of there, buddy. Can't say I'll ever be pretty again, but I’ll figure something out."
Peter's gaze softened, turning empathetic.
He knew the torment lurking beneath Wade's joking demeanor, the need for vengeance radiating from his very being. "Wade, people like to say that revenge isn’t the answer, but I just so happen to disagree. Those bastards need to pay for what they did to you and all of those other people too."
Wade's eyes widened in surprise, his face portraying a mix of shock and amusement. "Well, well, well, Spidey. Who knew that the world's favorite do-gooder would say such scandalous things!”
Without another word, Peter conjured two gleaming Desert Eagle handguns, their metallic surfaces reflecting the dim light in the room.
He held them out toward Wade, his proposition hanging in the air.
“You know, I didn't take you for the vengeance type, but I'm all in. So, what do you have in mind?" Wade snatched the guns from Peter's grasp with one fluid motion, quickly making sure that each of them had ammunition.
"We'll clear out the rest of this facility together, and maybe, just maybe, we can make those bastards regret the day they laid a finger on you." Peter said, sparking a bit of excitement in his new friend.
Twirling his new guns, a bloodthirsty smirk appeared on Wade's face. "You had me at sweet revenge, Spidey. Let's give those baddies a taste of their own medicine."
With a shared nod, the unlikely duo started clearing the rest of the floors together, descending into the bowels of the facility.
As they moved through each hallway, the two dismantled the defenses of their enemies, like a well-choreographed dance.
The guards they encountered were no match for the seamless combination of Spider-Man's agility and Deadpool's relentless precision.
Watching Wade wielding his desert eagles was like watching Michelangelo wield a brush. Killing was truly his calling in life, whether the public would agree with it or not.
“Oh, that’s gotta hurt...” Peter muttered as he witnessed Wade shoot a man's arm off.
But that wasn’t all. No, he then proceeded to beat the poor guy to death with his own arm.
And although Peter didn’t plan on killing any of these people, especially in such gruesome ways, as his daughter was nearby, Deadpool wasn’t exactly the type that spared his enemies any courtesy.
So, with a single sigh, Peter joined Wade in slaughtering the remaining guards whilst making sure that his victims died a faster more painless death than the rest.
Of course, Peter didn’t mind killing the guards, as anyone who could work in a literal torture factory deserved nothing less.
Together, they weaved through the corridors, leaving a trail of blood and death in their wake.
And as they fought, Wade started to figure out what his Meta-Human powers were.
Healing Factor (Extremely high)
Superhuman Strength (Low)
Superhuman Speed/Agility/Reflexes (Low)
Superhuman Stamina (Mid)
Superhuman Durability (Mid)
If he didn’t have to turn ugly to get these powers, and Francis wasn’t such an obnoxious pr*ck, then Wade might just be grateful for all the weeks of unending torture that he was forced to go through.
But sadly, that wasn’t the case.
As they pressed on, the echoes of gunfire rang through the dirty hallways, punctuated by the occasional wisecrack from Deadpool.
“I disarmed him!” A guy's arms were blown off, leaving him screaming in agony as he swiftly bled to death.
“Oh, now that’s a facial.” The blood from one dying guard splattered into the face of another, who Wade swiftly killed next.
“Look, Spidey! It’s Micheal Jackson!” Wade fired bullets at a single guard's feet, forcing him to dance for their entertainment before putting a bullet in his forehead.
It’s safe to say that Wade was enjoying the first phase of his revenge to the fullest.
And although Peter found most of the carnage a bit gross, he couldn’t help but laugh at some of it.
Their partnership was like an intricate ballet of carnage and finesse, as they made it to the last floor and killed the final guard.
“Hmm, it looks like none of the doctors or big shots were here...” Peter said as they only ran into guards.
“Yeah, they all left after throwing me into that chamber.” Wade says as they found a highly secure room filled with all sorts of equipment and a single workstation. “We’ll have to hunt down the rest.”
“We?” Peter asks as he walked over to a workstation and plugged a flash drive into the computer.
Instantly, the PC lit up as all of its data was copied onto the drive.
“Yeah, I was thinking that you could use your superhero contacts to find Francis so that I can torture him until he agrees to turn me back to my former more stunning self.” Wade explains his game plan.
“And if I refuse?” Peter asked as he walked over to a nearby fridge, finding a bunch of vials filled with all sorts of colorful liquids.
Shrugging to himself, Peter collected the vials and stashed them into a portal before turning to find two shiny desert eagles in his face.
“Then I’ll just have to shoot you until you agree to help.” Wade said with a smirk.
“Okay.” Peter shrugged as the guns in Wade's grasp disappeared, disarming him with a single thought. “Come on.”
“Huh?” Wade grunted in surprise as he watched Peter walk off. “Where are you going?”
“I have to release the other test subjects upstairs and call for backup to deal with them.” Peter stood and turns to look back over his shoulder. “Are you coming or what?”
“But what about Francis?” Wade asks.
“I said okay.” Peter nodded as he turned to walk down the hall, leaving Wade behind. “I’ll help you find him, but if you’re going to be a superhero, then you need a cool name.”
“Hey!” Wade shouted as he rushed to catch up, walking alongside Peter. “I am not a superhero.”
“Yeah, you are. You just unlocked superpowers and helped me, a known superhero, take down a facility that illegally experiments on innocent people. Face it, you’re a superhero.” Peter says as he pats his new friend on the shoulder. “Welcome to the club.”
A/N: 1787 :) As I was writing this a spider crawled on my foot and scrambled away when I moved. I then found and killed it. Rest In Peace, Peter Parker ✌️ I’ll be sure to exterminate the rest of your family should they ever rear their ugly heads.
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FoolishlyReading
Yo you killed spider man's family, that's cruel.
