Peter falls to the ground. His hands going to his ears to try and block out the sound. The movement only brings the device closer to his sensitive ears and he moves it away again, withering on the floor like he's wrestling with an invisible Python. His fingers tug at the strap around his wrist. His nails scratch his arm in the process. His movements jerking and desperate as pure panic seizes his body. Desperate to separate himself from the thing he hated most.

Peter's breathing his fast and deep, yet no air seemed to be rushing into his crying lungs. The only thing he can hear and see us the watch. The permeant center of all of his problems. He continues to gasp as he tries to scratch the watch away from him. His vision shrinks in on the object, darkness surrounding his vision until it consumes the world.

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Peter shifts as he mildly starts to stir again. His skin and clothing still damp with sweat. Right arm scratched and crusted with blood. The dried scarlet liquid covering parts of the stop watch that was already back on.

- : - : - : -

The four steady lines bright like they had never once in his life failed him.

Sudden and deep guilt almost immediately sets in as he looks at the device. Their small cat sitting by his head quietly waiting.

What had he done? Telling Wade to leave. He should have known better. This time it was all his fault. He had caused this.

I'll only over leave you if you tell me. Peter remembers. Recalls the Merc saying it with such seriousness.

He should have known.

He had no doubt what had happened. He had left Wade to the mercy of his boxes after doing something he said he'd never do. Something Wade had openly stated he feared.

The first tears fall from his eyes before being followed with more. The convoy of water droplets falling down his face as he quickly gets to his feet.

He becomes very faint with the quick movement but pushed through it as he starts to stripping off the clothing above his suit.

He had to find Wade. He couldn't let Wade wake up alone if he already hasn't. He has to get to him before his boxes do.

Peter promised. Wade had promised, but look where that lead them.

Spider-Man doesn't try to cover his painful sobs as he swings through the cement forest of New York, looking desperately for his Mercenary. For Deadpool, Wade. His soulmate.

" I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Peter whispers as he desperately continues through the city. Looking or any sign of the Anti-Hero.

Peter flies upwards with the momentum of a swing, twisting in the air. Something catches his attention as he does so. His spider sense buzzing at the base of his skull as his body starts to fall back towards the ground. He turns and shoots another we to sharply turn himself around. He runs on the side of a building to avoid smashing into it with the long line of webbing before swinging back to what had caught his attention.

In a dark alley not six blocks away from his apartment was there a large puddle of blood. Speckles of the liquid along with brain matter scattering the brick wall. The nocturnal arachnid hybrid falls to his knees as regret over powers him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Wade ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Wades shakes his head like some how it can rid of him the noises the boxes are making.

[ Now you see. He finally pushed us away. Finals finished with us. Some using us. Do you understand now? Do you know why I've been telling you you should have left him when you had the chance. He was only using us. Using us like everyone else and now that he's tired of us, tired of us over crowding him he's pushed us away. He's never liked us like you've been believing.] Yellow snaps.

( No. No. He's gone. He pushed us away. But he promised. He promised he wouldn't.) White whimpers.

He climbs in through his window, the dried blood on the suit making it painfully pull at his skin where it had dried.

He already has a pistol in his hand and cocked before he even has the window shut.

" Don't." Max snaps, trying to hold herself standing up by leaning heavily in a table. " Not again Wade. You can't do it again." She says trying to move closer.

" I'm don't with you. I'm done with you just knowing. Trying to help. All your doing is making it worse." Wade says directing the weapon at the shifter.

Max resists the urge to role her eyes but completely fails doing so. She pushed the barrel away with an annoyed expression. " You really don't get this do you? I know you died because as I'm quite literally directly genetically linked to death. I just know you did. No resources needed." She says reaching towards the mercenary.
" let's sit down okay."

She basically slips down his torso and very awkwardly catches herself by hugging his middle.

Even yellow stops to stare at the shifter.

Wade stares at her. Contemplating whether he'd rather see how long it would take for the shifter to regenerate from death like she claims to be able to do.

" Gee. I'm sorry I'm not healing as fast as you like but good lord at least I can move my legs. I just can't quite control my muscles yet. Now help me up so we can talk Mkay." She says pulling her way higher up his torso.

Guys the end draws nearer.
So important question now. I'd be pleased of our answered XP

Okay so, first an announcement  that there will be a stopwatch bonus one shot that will be made about what you'll just have to figure it when the book ends.

Anyway. I have ideas set aside for the next story and I want to see what responses i get for which one to do next.

a) emotional Manipulation, trauma, injury, non-con/rape, hallucination,

b) lies, manipulation, emotional rejection, regret, suicide, negative boxes, one night stand, slow build

c) hallucination, ignoring ones presence, emotional rejection, established relationship, ( have a plot but needs work and time to figure out how to write)

Hope you choose one XD. They all seem relatively the same but each one is so insanely different it really maters which one you pick. One is a bit mellow, one in the grey zone and the other a bit darker.