(Fuck that hurts) White complained as Wade clutched at his newly broken nose, doubling over as he pivoted on his heel to turn his face away from the spidery-themed hero- soulmate apparently, though that later comment hadn't quite sunk in yet.

"You fucking asshole!" Whoever they were, they were absolutely pissed. "Who are you anyway?" The arachnid demanded as he pressed into Wade's space, voice strained with anger.

[What the hell is this guy's problem?]

Yellow On the other hand was apprehensive, seeming to shrink back within Wade's mind. This was not, dare he say, ideal.

"Well, I know who you are Mr. Spider-Dick. From what I've heard before, you were supposed to be a pretty nice guy. But it happens to be that, that ain't quite the vibe I'm getting.  Christ, you psycho." Wade grumbled, not bothering to look over as he mentally prepared himself before snapping his nose back into place. He yelped instinctively and shook his head as a disgusting glob of blood fell out of his nose. There wasn't anything he could do but live with it pressed against his skin and mask.

Whilst this happened, his spider hero whispered three special little words:

"WhoTheFuck are you?" the guy snarled as he grabbed the chest strap of his harness.

( Um... pretty sure those aren't the right three little words...)

[ More like three-in-one and two on the side ]

Wade grabbed the web gloved hands in his and proceeded to shove the guy off. "First of all, I'm just straight up offended you don't already know. Second, I'm also disgusted by your rude manners. Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"

Clearly, that had not been the right thing to say because that little red, white, and blue bundle of anger tensed up and sizzled with unbridled rage. He could practically see smoke coming out of the guys ears. Or where he assumed he had ears. But he was a spider thing,  maybe he didn't have any.

"I will ask one more time. Who. Are. You." the man growled. Like actually made a gurguly, grungy sound with the back of his throat like an animal. 

"Dunno. Who's asking?" He snarked back with a note of well-needed sass, taking the opportunity to grab one of the many, many weapons on his person.

"Your god damn soulmate. That's who" The spider responded venomously
clearly not amused with any part of the interaction. And that was a shame because lots of things where were entertaining and could quickly become far more entertaining in Wade's opinion. 

He was about to say something more, mouth open in preparation only to be stopped by his brain as it slowly turned, the rusty cogs groaning a clinking as he tried to put two and two together. 

(What?)

[He said Soulmate.]

Thankfully it seemed that the bug-themed weirdo across from him sensed his confused delay. That Wade was still working with dial-up speeds as opposed to that new fancy wifi brain that everyone else had these days. For those who don't know, dial-up was the internet when it made those scary REE-KAREE-KAREECH noises while it used the telephone line to do the internet stuff.

"Look at your watch" The arachnid hissed. He moved much faster than he could react, tugging his own red glad arm away from his weapon to shove it into his own masked face. Even from four inches from in front of his face he could see the finished count on his watch. 

A simple glance toward the hero's own wrist was all it took for Wade's heart to sink deep down into the pit of his chest.

0:0:0:0

"Deadpool." he chirped quickly to answer the question, his voice cracking. For a few horrifying seconds, he found himself unable to say much else for a few rare moments. Thankfully he recovered shortly, taking the break to recollect himself as much as possible. "Can I ask why my soulmate dearest tried to shove my nose up into my brain?"

(This is awkward. Forgot we even had a watch.)

[White, you literally forget everything] Yellow Grumbled. [Shut up.]

"Ohhh, I don't know. Can you tell me why you died over fifty times in, let's say, the last four years?" the arachnid spat angrily.

"Why?" He asked slowly. He didn't really see the relevance of that to this particular conversation as it was.

[Every time we died on the job, or you tried to "shut us up", his alarm went off. Every single time.] 

That . . . was terrible but it also sounded like not a Wade problem to him.

"Sorry," Deadpool said slowly, the words feeling strange on his tongue. More so was the actual guilt climbing up his chest the more he thought about the implications of his actions and how they affected the stranger. First, it wasn't in his nature to say or mean he was sorry, but he was. But there was also something about the idea that he'd tortured the only person in the universe who might like or love him that made his heart kinda hurt. Like getting poked in the eye. It was so realistic even his eyes were playing the part of being poked- watering up behind the mask. "To answer the question. I was dying, there wasn't anything wrong with your timer. I just have a healing factor. It's just of weird that it reset all the time though, not going to lie."

"Take off the mask." The arachnid ordered. His fists looked like they were ready to hit Wade again should he continue speaking. Clearly, he wasn't entirely interested in the Merc's explanation.

"You won't like what you'll find."

(Can soulmates reject you? Will he hate us not only for, I'm assuming, ruining a portion of his life but also for having his name written on our soul and heart? After he sees just how horrid we are inside and out...)

[He deserves everything he asks of us... No matter the request]

"You're my soulmate, whoever you are." The words were poetic but the hate in his tone was not. "I'll let you know that yes, I hate you. That I haven't believed in you ever in my life." Ouch. "But I will only ever get one chance. And if you're what Fate has offered then I want to know what she's given me."The spider said, large lenses staring down into the dark depths of Wade's very being. It was not a pleasant experience. 

His hands hesitated instinctually but he was able to force himself to move past his instinctual motions. He didn't want to show this person what he looked like, not without knowing them well enough first. But at this rate, he knew he would never get to know them. And besides, the Fic must go on. It was only chapter 2.

That didn't mean he didn't close his eyes when he did finally slide the leather off his face. 

There was a long silence that followed his action. Long enough that Wade couldn't be sure that the arachnid was even still in front of him before he decided to finally open his eyes. He regretted it though. His mind and body dipped between so many versions of emotions and panic in the two milliseconds it took to realize his soulmate was still there, it wasn't funny.

(Well at least our nose is no longer broken to add to the ugliness. )White supplies optimistically. (We have amazing bone structure.)

And that's when Wade noticed that the white-eyed mask had also been removed from the Spider's face while he had been staring into space, entertaining the voices in his head more in order to ignore the reality played out in front of him.

His soulmate wasn't remarkable. Typical brown hair, average height, a young man of drinking age probably, but his eyes were interesting. They were green or hazel, a mix of soft greys with hidden gems of blues and greens. A splash of amber streaks in the grey fibers of the iris. His skin was pale in color and smooth, a pretty face with chapped lips from being pressed against fabric wetted by his breath for hours at a time.

And he was crying, the red in his eyes really making the blue tones in his eyes pop.

[Well at least he didn't scream at the sight of us. We can handle crying.]

"I told you. You wouldn't like why you saw." Wade said looking away, wondering where his mask had gone. Had he dropped it? Why would he do that? Damn authors these days. Naturally this was when his soulmate crashed into his shoulder to hug him. 

"Still I'm going to beat the shit out of you " The arachnid muttered

"Okay." 

"Okay,"

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(Originally published July 2016, officially edited 2022)

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~ Shadow-Assassin

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