" Wade I don't know what to do." Peter says in exasperation. He was ready to be absolutely done with this topic.

" I can help you Peter. If you just tried maybe it would work. It would work of you did it. Why won't you?"

It had been over a week since the incident. A week since he had let himself look at wade in the eye. I truly was a monster. No different then any animal when it came to obtaining his needs.

Peter was so protective of his partner. Always hoping to protect his soulmate from danger. From the harshness that had always been rained down on Deadpool... In the end what he really needed was for Peter to go away. Because Peter was the real danger.

" Wade I'm not doing that." Peter snaps. I've already hurt you far enough.

" You haven't hurt me Peter. "

" No but you thought I was!" Peter says whirling around at look at Wade angrily. " I had you pinned. I had attacked you. I was going to hurt in a way worse then I could ever imagine I was ever capable of."

" But you didn't Peter. You stopped."

" Only because you made me! I want close to coming into control of my actions! If you Haden't bitten me then you probably wouldn't have survived that night!" Peter yells. " Why don't you seem to care? Why are you acting so normal about this?"

The mercenary flinches away from Peter's raged up expression. " Peter it's not that that big of a deal. It didn't happen. You need to feed before something else happens. Something that might actually mater." He says coming up behind Peter after the younger male had turned away from him.

" Actually matter?" Peter growls. " Does any of this even mean anything to you? Why are you so play with the fact I tried to rape you Wade! I hate myself for what I've done and then here you are! Just fine and dandy!"

" It's okay. Peter. I promise we can fix this. It's alright." Wade continues to try and calm the spider. To get the arachnid to understand.

Peter tenses at the last sentence. " Alright? This is not alright Wade. I'm a fucking, bloodsucking monster. "

" Go away Wade."

The mercenary doesn't register the words as he responds to the earlier sentence. " No Peter you're not a monster. You wouldn't feel bad about it if you where. It's all just-"

" I said go away Wade." Peter says slowly turning around to glare at the quickly silenced man.

Wade takes a step away with the simple expression Peter gives him.

" I need to be left alone. I want to think without having someone breathing down my neck for one moment. Go away." Peter says. The start of his words being cold and demanding until they gradually ended in a loud, rage full order.

Wade stares at Peter in surprise as he takes another small step back. The room a deafening silence.

[ And only with your command will we ever leave you.] Yellow says quietly in an equal amount of surprised shock.

" Leave," Peter tells him. The arachnid's chest heavily filling with air before exhaling it as he stares Wade down ( technically up )

It doesn't take Wade another time to be told before he numbly stumbling for Peter's door. All the way there he internally cries and hopes Peter will tell him to stop. The words never come as Wade sends one last glance at his soulmate before shutting the door after him.

He stands staring at the door to the apartment for a long time. It feels like seconds he stands there as minutes tick by.

[ He's done with us. It's time to turn away. He's finally cast you away.]

( But why?)

[ He doesn't want us.]

Wade feels like there is some twist to the words coming from yellow but doesn't have the encouragement to care as he slowly, finally turns away from the door. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Peter ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Peter is completely still and silent well after Wade leaves.

How could Wade still want him? Still stand him? To even look at his face? Peter couldn't and he lived with himself. He hated himself. Hated his reflection. Hated seeing any part of himself. How could have hurt Wade? The only people alive he could care for. One of the few people that would never leave him.

And Peter had tried to hurt Wade. Tried to hurt Wade in a way others before him had.

Peter's eyes land on a weapon Wade must have left by accident. It's a rather small gun compared to the many others Wade possessed. Not too small but not too big. It isn't heavy, easy hold, to maneuver.

The harsh metal of the gun is cold in Peter's hand as his fingers lace around the handle. He could have ended this all a long time ago. He could have stopped it all from happening. He could end any further damage that could happen.

He shifts the gun in his hand almost curiously. The light glinting menacing off of it. Peter almost finds the detail calming......

And the stopwatch goes blank. A wailing alarm crying out in the darkness of the night.