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Peter stares at ceiling. How on God's green Earth did Wade do this everyday?

"Baby Boy, I don't Normally. I tend to do small jobs while you're away. Can you imagine me trying to sit still hours at a time? You can barely handle an hour." Wade says carrying their little tortoiseshell cat towards the bathroom.

Peter doesn't have time to question why Wade could for the moment seem to read thoughts as his concern for their pet spiked. "What are you doing with Pontufe?"

"Giving her a bath. She came back with muddy paws and she smells like gasoline."

Peter gets up off the couch to quickly follow Wade. "You don't give cats baths."

"I do it all the time. How do you think she stays clean after going outside?" Wade asks as he sets the cat down on a towel on the counter of the bathroom as she goes to turn on the water in the bath tub.

"Outside? You let her outside?" Peter asks.

"Every day. Sometimes I take her out for a walk instead."

The Mercenary revives a baffled look. "Walks? How do you walk a cat? Don't they just tip over and make you drag them?"

"Not if you start them or early. I started by walking her around the house when she was a kitten and then when she was used to it, I started taking her out sometimes instead of going on jobs."

"So sometimes Deadpool walks around New York walking a cat?"

"Yup." Wade says standing after content with the water depth and temperature before turning around and carefully grabbing their baby.

Peter watches in amazement as the cat is lowered into the water, having no objections when her parent starts to wash her fur with a safe, surprisingly good smelling shampoo.

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Three hours later Peter was stuck staring at the Screen of their tv while laying with his legs over the back of the couch and basically sitting upside down out of pure boredom. That boredom that slowly kills you to the point you simply can't get up to figure out how to entertain yourself. That slowly eats away at your-

A loud crack sounds, catching the arachnids attention immediately. The thud of a body falling makes the boards of the floor two stories above him creek annoyingly.

"Don't talk back to me!" A man snarls.

Peter hears the soft sound of the man's wife weakly trying to slide away from her husband as Peter mutes the television. Anger boils in his chest as his eyes flash darkly towards the ceiling. He hates it. No mate should ever treat their other like that. Spider growls lowly as he turns and sits up correctly on the couch.

"Answer me!" The man demands as he stomps loudly towards where it sounded like his mate was.

"Yes I'm sorry," she cries. Peter can only imagine what happens as there's scuffling and then another lowed thud followed by the crack of small bones and the pained cry of the female.

Peter stands instantly, marching towards the window. He passes the table, a times magazine set down catching his eye. 'Perhaps The Bugal was right all along, Spider-Man really a Danger?' The arachnid freezes in his anger to hatefully glare at the words. He grabs the magazine and throws it forcefully away. The speed of the throw causing pages to rip out as he turns away and unlocks the window. He quickly climbs out and travels via wall to the second window above his own.

There is no Spider-Man any more.... but Peter would always be Spider-Man. He would always see and address himself and Spidey as one. No, Spider-Man just isn't a Hero anymore. He's giving back the tittle he never deserved.

The powerful hybrid pushes open the window and drops down into the stranger's apartment.

Peter doesn't have to live by his rules anymore. Those rules don't comply with nature. These humans deserve to die when they are so horrible.

Of course Peter Parker wouldn't agree. But now his is far too lost to his other side that he's practically indistinguishable.

"What the-"

"Get off her!" Peter snaps a web instantly yanking the man away from the battered woman. His eyes stare anger and hate fuels holes into the man's soul as he stalks forward. The dangerous aura of a promised future death surrounds the Spider as he corners the man against a wall. "You pig, what exactly do you think hitting her will do! She isn't doing anything wrong!"

"She-"

"Don't talk back!" Peter snarls as he flings the man to the floor.

"S-Spider-Man?" The women quietly questions as she takes in the webbing that had been used against her attacker. She was covered in bruises, eyes sunken in and body undernourished. Many weak bones broken, the most resent her wrist that she held closely.

Peter doesn't respond to her as he picks up the baffled and stunned man and shoves him away once he's standing. Peter backhands the man with restrained strength. Despite the safe amount of force (only so he didn't kill the man so soon) the nasty husband falls back to the ground, his skill connecting with the floor.

The abused women watches, never objecting as she watches the wall crawler smack her man around before diving in with the final, life ending bite.

Peter flinches away harshest with wide, fearful eyes when he hears the start of a stopwatch go off he lurches away from the man panic quickly rising along with his heartbeat as he backs away from the woman and her timer.

The sound is over quickly enough, though the arachnid still stands pressed against a wall with small tremors running through his body.

The woman looks at her watch after following his terrified gaze. "Your heart as been hurt?" She asks looking up but her Hero is already gone.