"I missed you."

A part of Wades mind agreed with Death as she floated on a cloud above him while he lay on a grassy plain. Nothing but clouds and grass and Death with her big tits. That was all Wade could comprehend at the moment just having violently been propelled to the after life without his meaning to.

"I always miss you baby, "he responded automatically.

And it was true-Wade always craved Death. Always missed her cold embrace as rough bony hands cradled his face. She was a promise that was kept to all but him.

"Baby baby baby, "she cooed descending down her large wings, as if made up of billions of bones strung together and hanging off each other, rattled at the movement," Don't lie to me."

He shrugged sitting up as she touched down to the spot in front of him, "I know yellow missed you. He loves your tits."

A deep laugh resonated from the skull as empty sockets stared him down,"You found a new toy in life."

He ruffled shuffling,"Hey now don't be getting jealous baby. You know I always come back to you."

She nodded and stroked his cheek. He closed his eyes leaning into it, already feeling the tug as his life began to return to him. It was always an unpleasant feeling, going from a comfortable restful death to violently being tugged back to the painful never ending life. It was like when your intestines were pulled from your gut while you still lived- Wade knew that from personal experience.

"I would never be jealous, "she assured, "Though I miss you when you leave. I am happy you found someone who you love who loves you in return in the living realm. I would never wish you to be as lonely as you have been this whole time."

He couldn't keep back the smile and he kissed her gently before pulling back," You are one amazing and classy lady. I have mad R-E-S-P-E-C-T for you."
"I have always appreciated your serenading me," she smiled as much as a skull was able. Which wasn't much. But he could feel it in her gaze," But before you leave I have one very important piece of information, which I hope will help you."

Wade looked down to her and she grasped his hand in hers as she leaned in, "Soon I will b-"

A gasp and he was jerking, clad in only boxer shorts from a bed and hitting the floor.

It took a few seconds for him to stare wide eyed around the empty healing center slowly taking in he hadn't heard what she said. She would be what?? What could she 'soon' be anything?

"No,"he growled,"no no NO!" he begun to punch the floor, bloodying his knuckles. He didn't care. He needed to get back to her. He always wanted to be with her. And she had been trying to tell him something!

(Well you could just KILL yourself again. That always seems to work.)

"Shut up," he stood shaking with rage the sterile walls painting themselves red as his wings fluttered agitated," I was just getting to that." After all what could possibly be more important in life than lady death in- well- death.

Wade spotted a window and it seemed they were high enough that a jump would quickly kill him. Briskly crossing the room he had his leg half way out until he was stopping gripping the corner of the window as something brushed at the edges of his mind.

"I'm forgetting something,"he huffed and tilted his head. His brain wasn't fully finished repairing yet. It never fixed itself the same way besides basic life functions returning always being first. This time he was lucky he had motor control and speech ability with his first minutes of being alive. Shitting or pissing himself or not being able to form sentences was never fun.

Something was coming back to him though, stitching away at the back of his mind.

(That would most likely be your long term memory you dolt)

*Or me!!*

"I wish I could forget you."

(Don't we all. . .)

*Well fine then just jump and go see Mrs. tits for round two*

A flash of something. Brown hair. A kind smile. Big doe eyes.

"Peter," he breathed jerking his leg back and stumbling his wings flaring out to balance him. Suddenly memories began flooding back, not all pertaining to the arachnid boy but those are what he focused on. He stumbled, in only his boxers, to the door that he now remembered was part of Shield's health wing on one of their not - so- secret flying airships they promised not to have any longer.

The door opened before he reached it and he growled warning, wings coming up into a half threatening pose as Maria Hill stood tall and straight faced, her Magpie wings not settled but they were not presenting either. Magpies, with their blue/black white colored wings were known to be vicious fighters and strong leaders, and almost always alpha. Even though the bird itself was related to the crow family, they were an accepted wing coloring and often seen to be cops or military personal.

"Wade Wilson, glad to see you are finally awake. Preferably dressed before you leave this room," she said deadpanned, unnamed by his tense stance.
He frowned, before repeating in a high pitched whine," Wade Wilson sad to see you're not dead for good blah blah blah," going back to his regular voice he growled," cut the fucking crap where is he?"

"I am not sure who you are talking about."

Wade growled.

*This bitch think she got game*

(Bitch aint gonna be keeping our spidey ass from us) White agreed.

*We should kill-a bitch*

Unfortunately, right as Wade begun to agree with that White cut in with his damn logic (Spider-Man would never be with us if we did that. He thinks S.H.E.I.L.D is one of the good guys.)

*Only somewhat*

Wade vaguely remembered how Peter explained how him and patches had met when Peter had still been a teenage super. And how, as an adult, he now did not trust S.H.I.E.L.D as he did.

"But he wouldn't like me killing her," Wade agreed allowed earning a gun to his face as the dark skinned woman raised her wings in a threatening display. He half displayed in a lazy response, knowing he was far larger and had much brighter coloring than her.

"Where is Peter Parker," He addressed her, bringing on his alpha mode fully.

"That is not of your concern," she responded in kind and the air became thick and heavy with not so peaceful alpha pheromones floating through the air with promise of violence soon to come.

He stepped forward presenting fully and mentally congratulated the woman at not backing down and only flinching at his impressive wingspan.

"He is my only concern." The image of the boys horrified face when his wings had been revealed came to mind. Red began to creep into the edges of his vision as the need to find the young super became nearly unbearable. He needed to know that Peter was okay. He needed to protect him from everyone.
A third voice interrupted the tense situation.

"Mr. Parker is alright, Mr. Wilson," the Beta said behind the first shield agent and she quickly put her wings down and side stepped so that Nick Fury was able to pass her. Wade didn't let down his wings, but felt less of a need to fight now that a Beta was addressing him, though still with a firm controlling tone that he didn't appreciate.

"Where is he then? In one of your 'labs'" he spat memories of weapon X surfacing. He 'knew' what people with enough money, curiosity, and questionable funding could do.

Fury wasn't fazed at all," we have administered, with his consent, a reversal to the drug that was given to him so he can continue to be as he was before. No one besides myself and the avengers know of what I am referring to," he said when Wade went to respond. The mask-less Mercenary glanced over to Maria who obviously was struggling to contain her curiosity as to what the man with the eye patch refereed to," and Mr. Banner was the one who administered and perfected the antidote."

"I want to see him. Now."

Fury gestured behind Wade," Then please get some clothes on-none of us here wanna see yo funky ass."

Ruffling his wings Wade sniggered before going to the folded clothes on the bed. Ah. It was one of his earlier suites that he must have kept in one of Furys many storage units. He did work for the man occasionally after all.

"Can't have everyone distracted looking at all of this," he gestured to himself before flexing," No one can take these guns baby."

Fury didn't seem highly impressed by his display while Maria rolled her eyes skyward in what was surely a silent plea for strength. Wade grinned, stripping off his boxers making her keep those eyes skyward. He liked making people uncomfortable when he didn't like them. And pushing buttons and pulling strings was the perfect way to do it.

*Except Petey Pie liked 'em!* chirped Yellow and Wade nodded wiggling into his bottoms and pulling on the too tight mask that kept him quite happy around crowds and mirrors. Not many people wanted to see his ugly mug.

(Yeah even Petey looked like he wanted to loose his lunch)

*Can't argue there were pretty fugly*

(why are we even attempting a relationship again? For the wonderful feeling of bitter failure and ultimate loneliness in the end?)
"Can you two shut up and let me enjoy something while it lasts for once?"

(I'm just saying-everyone regrets sleeping with us in the end.)

*And relationships NEVER work out*

(yeah remember that whole getting Shiklah to marry us?)

"Who-what?" Wade was dressed now and walked up to Fury. The two agents didn't seem at all fazed by his one sided bable-it was well known the red clad anti-hero had a few screws loose.

(Oh yeah right wrong verse)

*not this issue*

(more like not this fanfic)

"Mr.Wilson if you are too busy at the moment we can always postpone-"

"NO! NOooo ho ho ho patches no worries I am getting them to shut up now. Its only white and yellow, not too many in there today," Wade babbled doing his best to ignore as yellow imitated him in a whiny voice and kept from snapping at the box that he did 'not' sound like that in comic text. White was being annoying and scripting everything that was happening now. Wade was proud over his self control and that he kept from punching himself to make the box quit with that bolded text. He wasn't the narrator after all.

Fury stepped to the side and gestured to the hall," then please. Follow me to the elevator. Peter has expressed that he wanted to see you if you had shone interest."

Deadpool was silent at that, frowning at the thought of Spider-Man with such a lack of confidence. It wasn't like him.

The two entered an elevator leaving Maria behind while Wade begun to hum the Numa Numa song under his breath with a twist to the lyrics sounding strangely along the lines of,"SHIELD is Dumb, Shield is weak, and if they touch my Pety pie SHIELD will be destroyed and burnt down to the ground before sundown." Though the tune seemed to roll off into a warning growl as the merc shuffled anxiously looking to the door.

"We haven't hurt Mr. Parker Wade. I know the kid."

"Yeah,"Wade growled," He told me. He also told me you don't see eye to eye," he paused and then begun to laugh," hahaha! GET IT PATCHES! EYE to EYE!!!! CUZ YOU ONLY HAVE ONE!!!"

"Yes Wade. Very original," Fury kept his gaze forward clearly not amused," Do you want to go see Mr. Parker or not. Last I heard he was still feeling unwell."
Wade silenced at that and then before you could blink, god he had to stop with the eye references with the bald man, he had grabbed Fury and thrown him against the wall pinning him there his wings on full display in a clear threat.

"If I see ANY proof you have hurt one hair on Peters head baldy- I will be sure you become a very public example of what happens to people who hurt. . ."he caught himself before he could announce his clear love for Peter in such a serious manner and corrected himself,". . .someone under the protection of Deadpool."
"Deadpool," Furys brief surprise had been replaced by a stern look," Peter agreed to the serum being administered. He even assisted in its engineering. Now put me down now before I remind you where you are."

Wade snickered, not intimidated by the other but let him down, giving his wings one last threatening jerk before putting them down to face the door again.
They spent a few more floors in silence before the mercenary broke that, as always.

"Sooooo is he like windy Wednesday sick after a big Taco Tuesday or is it more like a freaky Friday after a long Throwback Thursday?"

Fury groaned, his patience seeming to finally wear out with the red clad man. But thankfully the elevator dinged and the doors slid open to reveal a hallway that was long and narrow, many doors with numbers on either side of the gray textured walls.

"Mr. Parker is in room 324. I suggest you knock first," then Fury was kicking Wade the rest of the way out of the elevator which made he anti hero squawk a bit but not fall.

"Knock first," Wade mocked to the now closed elevator door.

*Yeaaaah Waade. Be a good boy and knock first*

"shut it you."

Walking on the black polished floor Wade listened to the noises as he passed by rooms. It was most likely the on base apartments-actually he knew it was the on base apartments. He had broken in and stolen blueprints to the ships layout so many times he knew exactly where he was, and exactly how he would escape with Peter if need be.

Someone was watching a fight on their television in room 305 and as he passed by 310 he heard a phone conversation with a woman saying goodnight to her children and that she would be home soon. There seemed to be a small get together in room 313, and there was some giggling going on in 320. He could see 324 when he paused passing 322.

The door was closed, but he could still hear the television blaring on in the apartment.

"Yes Charlie this is a frightening thing to see, so close to Stark Towers," the news reporter was saying in a concerned tone that was probably as fake as her tits. Not that Deadpool knew who the she was but 9 times out of 10. . . .

"It is Natasha," Charlie responded," The death toll is now up to 13 dead, 25 injured 3 in critical condition."

"And if it wasn't bad enough there were those villains there, it is obvious what brought such an atrocity to New York," there was a disgust in her voice and Wade felt his fists clench as he could sense was was coming.

"I never imagined the Avengers to be hiding a. . a Raven of all people," Charlie spat the word out and Deadpool growled.

"No one saw this coming Charlie, "Natasha said in what Wade supposed was supposed to be a sad tone," It has been requested of Mr. Stark that the Raven-who we have no good footage of so we still do not know the identity- be handed over. There has been no response from Mr. Stark or any of the avengers."

Charlie sighed, "If any witnesses have any leads as to whom this man may be call the number at the bottom of your screen. And remember, if it is suspected that there is a Raven in your area, notify the police and do not approach. Since the Raven Rectifying act of 92, there have been no known cases of Ravens to appear. With such many are unaccustomed to the dangers Ravens pose.Their wings are-"

Wade roared kicking in the door and shooting the television multiple times.

"Shut up shut up SHUT YER STANK MOUTH BEFORE I STUFF A WEEK OLD CORNDOG THAT I JUST 'KNOW' IS WAITING FOR ME BACK HOME IN IT! OR BETTER YET I WILL FUCKI-"

"W...Wade?"

Deadpool froze, the red world draining back to normal color and the rage with it. In the corner of the room there was a man at a desk wide eyes and staring at him through bottle nose glasses. But the voice came from behind him.

Turning he saw Peter, clad in an adorable pair of Spider-man pajamas gripping the door frame looking rather gaunt and a bit alarmed taking in the scene.

"Hey,"for once he didn't seem to know what to say so he just let his mouth do the running for him," Does look like you are having a pretty bad Freaky Friday."
The others shock turned to surprise before he snorted lightly, eyes crinkling with a smile that made Wades heart flutter,". . .probably shouldn't have ate penicillin pizza."

Wade remembered what Peter was referring to and grinned.

"Uhh,. . .. my T.V . . .,"the man at the desk finally stammered out,"my. . .door .. ."

"Ah sheild'l getchya another one," Wade said heading to the door.

"Come on Wade we can talk in my room," Peter shuffled suddenly nervous along with exhausted looking," if you want. . .to that is. . "

"Baby boy you should know I would never not want to," he stated firmly and the smile came back, holding relief and something heavier with it. Wade would 'like' to think it could possibly be love.Or the begining of it.

"Sorry Mr. Kanses. I'm sure it can be fixed quick," Peter offered sheepishly as the made their way out.

They padded over to Peters door Wade not missing the constant tremble the others body had.

"You look like shit," He said bluntly when the door closed behind him and Peter blinked before grinning.

"Oh really? Thanks for the input-your not looking too much better Mr. Second-Hand- Cosplay attempt of Deadpool."

"Hey!"Deadpool whined," this was one of my original suites! Its pure gold! Probably worth billions!"

"In tacos I suppose maybe," mused Peter and Wade gave him a "damn right!"

Peters room was pretty standard to the others Wade had seen on base. It was large enough to fit a work table, bed, and couch with T.V in one area, a door to the back where he knew the bedroom was.

Flopping down gracelessly on the couch Wade watched as Peter made his way to the kitchen where there was a SHIT ton of empty food boxes and containers and Peter grabbed a piece of pizza wolfing it down," but really baby boy. You look like a crack head without a fix."

"Mushantsh powersh commin ba'" Peter said around another slice of pizza before swallowing," So my metabolism sky rocketed. They had me on I.V the first few hours because I just couldn't keep up. Now I can at least relay on solids, but its going to be a few more hours till my body calms down a bit to go back to the preferred homeostatic levels."

"BLahblahblah so another words you have a fuckin' huge ass appetite am I right??" Wade grinned.

Peter nodded and-holy shit did he just swallow that WHOLE slice of pizza in one gulp? Wade shifted pretending not to imagine what he could possibly do with someone who had no gag reflex...

*Fuck we could shove our cock right in and he would be able to suck it all down no problem*

(I cannot believe you two are getting off on him eating pizza)

"Shut up no one asked you," snapped Wade.

Peter raised a brow," White being too informative again?"

*Can we marry him ?*

(Got to say he has gotten pretty good at knowing all of us over the years)

*Yeah even during times when it just wasn't the three of us*

"Yeah,"Wade ignored the two boxes and jumped off the couch grinning,"And I have a FAN-FUCKIN-TASTIC idea!"

Grinning and judding his hip to the side Peter folded his arms," Oh really? And just what would that be."

"You and me. We pig out and game the fuckin' rest of this night away and then NOT regret the lack of sleep we have in the morning."

Peter seemed tense suddenly and was biting his lip thinking. He flicked his eyes around the room, to Wade, and around the room again before taking a breath.

"Would. . . would that be all we would do?"

Wade straightened his back.

*Fuck no we want SEEEEEX! GIVE US SOME SPIDEY ASS!*

"Only if you want to," Wade said firmly," Consent is important ya know."

Peter shuffled, looking at his feet before shrugging meekly, "I donno...its not like I haven't wanted...but ya know I never have. . .you know. Went 'that' far with anyone. Just foolin around. I wouldn't mind, ya know, some fooling around with you or. . " He flailed his hands pathetically.

(Aw. That is adorable. I think he is trying to convey he is a virgin.)

*Oh. My. God. No one but us has had Spidey's ass! We shall own it! We shall ani-*

(So how far was his fooling around you think?)

"Babe," Wade stepped forward and Peter blinked up surprised face deepening in color until Wade wondered if he would pass out from the blood rush.

*I just wonder how FAR does that blush go down...?*

(Of course you do Yellow. Of course you do)

"If you don't want to do anything yet don't feel pressured,"Wade set heavy hands on Peters shoulders,"We just kinda started. . ."

"This? "laughed Peter breathy a nervous pitch to his voice.

Wade nodded,"yeah this."

"I," Peter licked his lips leaving them shining and Wade honed in on them as if they were a beacon of hope to all his sexual fantasies he had about the webbed hero, "I would like you to take off your mask please I . . ."he licked his lips again and-oh shit his eyes were flickering to where Wades mouth would be. Wades nostrils flared at the smell of an excited omega.

The mask came off in a rush, thankfully this was a simple cloth pull off while his other was more securely zipped on him. He watched Peter carefully as the boy inspected his scarred face openly before a soft smile crinkled the edges around his eyes and the other man looked Wade in the eye.

"I want to . . to," before Peter could tongue tie himself anymore, and not the kind of tongue tying Wade wanted, Wade put one hand on his hip and the other on his jaw pulling him close so their hips brushed against each-other.

Wade thumbed the others high cheek bones that were scarlet as shaking hands made their way to his shoulders. He leaned down, the hand on the cheek sliding behind his neck to cradle the others head as he guided the other to him.

The first few touches were experimental. A light brush of lips, the shift of their bodies. But then their lips locked and Peter sighed allowing his mouth to fall open and their tongues to gently caress each-others.

Pulling away Peter blushed and gave a sheepish smile.

"I uh...I liked that."

Wade laughed, "I did too baby boy. Now get yo ass on that couch and pick up dem sticks."

"Okay Chappelle,"snorted the other as he slid to the couch and Wade looked in the fridge-damn no beer-"But no Mario Kart. I know how you get." Instead Wade saw him start up Smash Brothers but he didn't disagree with that.

They played a few rounds and ate a couple pizzas before finding they had ate what had been left.

"I can always call the cafe or whatever, "Peter shrugged standing up to go grab his phone, "they just keep bringing stuff when I call."

"Man how long was I out for, "Wondered Wade suddenly and Peter paused.

"Almost 20 hours, "murmured Peter, "There was something with the bullet that went through your head, which may I add exploded so ew, and we may have been a bit worried at how your healing seemed slower than normal."

Wade stood and his wings raised slightly as he towered over the omega and the boy swooned. Huh. Peter was sure being very omega tonight.

Leaning down his wings flaunted up, and by the slight jerk in Peters shoulders he assumed the unmasked hero wished to return the presentation. Wade almost asked him to- to show his wings that he so clearly disliked. But White reminded him that would probably ruin their moment.

The kiss from earlier wasn't enough. Wade wanted to see Peter a mess. Mewling his name to the point his pheromones completely took him over and made him into a submissive mess.

He cupped the brunettes face, pulling him closer with his other hand on his hip while Wade made sure his wings helped in pulling him in. He stayed there for a few moments, sharing breath with the other as he could feel his pulse quicken in anticipation and temporarily amused himself by watching Peter eye his lips, his own imagination obviously taking off from the dilating of his pupils and the quickening of his breath.

Not wanting to draw it out any longer Wade leaned forward, nipping the others lip lightly before licking it and Peter gave a shuttering sigh before they completely closed the gap between them.

The light kissing lasted only a few minutes before accompanied by deep moans and hot coils in their guts as they seemed to want to become one and a fight for dominance began.

Pushing Wade to the counter Peter nearly climbed up him-much like the spider he was said to resemble- and yup those stick em powers were back. The boy pushed the mercenary on the counter knocking down some pizza boxes in the mix and then proceeded to bite the bottom of Wades lip and Wade couldn't hold back a deep moan at the rough treatment. The other grinned against his lips and Wade felt the need to remind him just 'who' he was battling at the moment by flipping the boy on the counter and proceeded to not only nibble on those now kissed plumped lips, but then at the hero's delicate ears and neck, grinding his erection against the others.

They broke apart and Wade more than appreciated the others blown away look. His hair was in more of a disarray than normal, his pupils dilated and lips glossy and swollen. Wade opened his mouth to make a comment when a loud grumble interrupted him.

Both boys looked down to the brunets stomach and then back up again.

"Uh...hahaha," Peter laughed suddenly seeming to come back to his senses and Wade backed up a bit to allow him to sit up , but he didn't even hide his leer when the other rubbed a bit at the obvious discomfort he was having in his loose pajamas,"s...Sorry. I got a bit carried away....so yeah... eating and video games?"

"Eating and video games," Wade felt his wings flutter presenting on their own accord as he attempted to calm down and Peter saw that and fucking moaned legs parting slightly making Wade get the urge to bend him over and mark him,"But if you don't stop now I don't know if I will be able to. My dick is so fuckin' hard for you right now."

Peter licked his lips again and looked like he seriously was pondering just letting Wade ravish him,"Oh Romeo you are so romantic-please continue to assault my ears with your deep poetic word." he attempted at humor but the omega sounding whine in his voice made Wade growl low in his chest,"Sorry it's just," he seemed pheromone drunk and took a deep breath to right himself," I think with my metabolism so high, I must have burnt through all my suppressants in my system. I have taken them ever since my first heat so. . ."

Peter trailed off biting his lip. Hard. A little blood was drawn and the alpha side of Wade was clawing to get back to the surface.

"Go get a game," he finally said in what Wade presumed was the closest to a demand he could make, but it sounded more like a whiny plea. Of course it did, he just kissed the fuck outta that omega and the other was clearly wanting more if the smell in the air was anything to go by.

"Mario Kart," was all Wade said as he went to turn on the system trying to redirect his sexual frustration else where.

*What. The. Fuck. We didn't get any!*

"Peter's special," Wade murmured as the brunet calmed himself by calling the cafe for another huge order," We can wait for him. And being off suppressants for having depended on them for such a long time-its the equivalent to being drunk. We don't do that rape shit."

(And Petey didn't necessarily sound like he was against a little fun tonight) white reasoned ( just no stickin' our katanas into his spidey sack any time soon.)
Wade groaned a bit at that thought. There was MUCH they could do without doing that.

*He could fuck us! * cheered yellow and Wade growled. Sure he wasn't against being fucked, but if he was going to start a relationship with the omega, he was going to claim him and show his first. White agreed with this whole-heartedly. Yellow just wanted sex.

"No. I want to do this right. We wait for him, no rush."

The next few hours were spent with Peter eating 8 pizzas, 2 helpings of Chinese takeout, and a casserole while Wade did a pretty good job of stuffing himself as well. They had made it through an array of multiplayer games, Mario Kart was temporary until Wades guns came out, and now they were playing Legend of Dragoon, Peter lazily slumped across Wade on the couch as Wades wings encircled him protectively. Peter finally had slowed down on eating and looked like his normal self.They had skirted around the wing subject for the whole night, but it kept tugging at the merc. Surprisingly it was not him who brought it up.
"How can you still accept me?!?!" Peter flung himself off of Wade when the characters in the game were in a forest to look for some herbs to cure one of the main characters.

Wade looked up to the other, not surprised at the outburst because he had felt the omega go from docile to tense and agitated.

"Look at me," he said finally, mentally telling the boxes to stuff it as Yellow complained about bitchy omegas and White mocked the boy,"look at who I am. Do you honestly think some misguided wing hate that the general population holds will turn me against you? Because they are fuckin' cool as all hell?"

"Cool? "Peter echoed looking lost.

The mercenary grinned,"Fuck yeah baby boy. I love the color, all shiny and black but then they kinda were blue or red when the sun hit em juuuuust right. And when you were being defensive and they turned into like fucking knives all over your back was sick!"

Wade didn't miss the flinch from the other as he looked away at the mention of them.

"Tomorrow,"gulped Peter finally," the avengers and S.H.E.I.L.D are supposed to have a secret meeting about.. . them."

Agitated the boy stood abruptly going to the kitchen before stopping," I am afraid not everyone is as excepting as you Deadpool."

Wade rolled off the couch and came to stand behind the other, before gently setting a heavy hand on the others shoulder and slowly thumbing down to where the top of the boys wing would sit. The other flinched and turned around avoiding the touch. Touching wings was a very intimate gesture, flock and mates were the only ones privy to such things. Wade had the feeling that no one had that role in Peters life, and at the completely lost look he assumed the boy didn't know how to react.

(Maybe you are trying to move a little fast there big guy)

"I will be right there with you," he said firmly, "If you want to go that is. We could skip out tonight and no one would know where to look-I'm not a grade A mercenary for nothin."

Peter bit his lip looking off to the side," they. . .They have interrogated someone. . .Bullseye. The guy who blew your head off," his face twisted in disgust at the memory.

"Whaaat?! He's alive?!? Last I heard the horny bastard in Hells Kitchen killed the fuck outta him,"Wade shook his head," Where he at Imma gonna interrogate him in my own way."

"I don't know what he said," Peter ignored the small rant, "but. . .it has to do with my wings. They are going to talk about it at the meeting tomorrow. Today. In a few hours. God its late. "

Wade nodded,"Wanna sleep?"

"Probably would be a good idea," the other grabbed his phone squinting at the glare of the screen.

"Cool. You go to bed," he gestured to the bed,"Imma keep on playing 'goon."

Peter frowned, "Aren't you tired yet?"

"Hun. I was just literally dead for nearly a whole day. I am well rested, "Peter flinched at this but Wade didn't apologize. He knew his frequent deaths had always bothered Spider-Man, so much so the idiot hero would do as much as he could to prevent them. It was something that brought the two to constant bickering when on the field. And it was generally something both attempted to skirt around for the fights were never fun.

Peter looked like he wished to say something, stopped and then shook his head,"Alright. Goodnight."

Wade jumped over the back of the couch as Peter flopped down on the bed and was asleep in seconds,"Damn how does he do that?" Wade wondered at the sound of the even breathing staring at the sleeping form before he turned back to the game, quickly made his way to the over-world map and saved. Then he went back to the main screen for the song with the trailer to play on repeat so hopefully Peter didn't wake to silence or notice his presence leave the room.
Grabbing his discarded guns, god he wished he had his katana's but the one eyed wonder hadn't seen it fit to return those yet it seemed, he paused before heading to the kitchen and quietly rummaging through the cabinets, grinning when he found a pairing knife.

Looking around he couldn't find a place he really could put it-damn all of his beautiful pouches were not with him either- he just shrugged and stuck it in his bicep the pain flaring up and fueling his anger.

The last thing he did was spy his Deadpool mask before grinning manically and slipping it on.

Bullseye wasn't dead huh? Better make him appreciate the pain of being alive then.
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It was far too easy to reach the holding cells, Bullseye currently being the only prisoner and there was only one guard watching him. The guard was currently playing Hearthstone while Bullseye lay back grinning eyes closed.

Dropping down Deadpool quickly knocked the guard out snorting.

"It may be blizzard, but Hearthstone is just a rip off of Magic."

"You were always a ridiculous puritan,"Bullseye was still grinning but he sighed and crossed his arms, " Well it looks like you didn't stay dead again. Disappointing isn't it? Mr. Osborn won't be happy."

Deadpool frowned walking carefully over to the switchboard that controlled the cell. He hummed before pressing a few choice buttons.

"I would like to know exactly why Mr. Osborn would expect anything less," the boxes for once were not being a nuisance, both anticipating to hurt the one that tried to injure their baby boy. To torture the one that tried to kill him for good, it would seem. If it hadn't been for Peter, and the friendship that had grown into what was now a tentative courting, Wade honestly wouldn't have minded. He had been trying for years to kill himself; when the loneliness was too silent and the only company were the boxes that pointed out every flaw he had, when missions to kill people were boring and he felt numb to most things around him. But for some reason Spider-Man had sparked a light in him, something that even his love for the other avengers couldn't kindle.

It was amazing, but he was sure the writers had something to do with it.

Bullseyes barking laugh jerked him from his thoughts," Oh princess," he chuckled darkly and Deadpool frowned," I thought that would be obvious." The darkly dressed killer shivered absent minded.

"Well seeing as how I am the teacher in this lecture and YOU are my student," Deadpool tapped a button a few more times, watching as Bullseye shivered again, loosing his amused look to confusion," you better fucking review the material and hand in your final. Or you won't live long enough to see the next lesson."
Bullseye was shivering uncontrollably now, his eyes knowing as Deadpool pressed the down button a few more times on the temperature control.

"F...fuck you," he grinned but it was weak as he doubled over shivering. Bullseye had no wings, having been clipped when he was younger, so he didn't have them to wrap around himself to attempt warmth.

Wade watched amused at the others plight for a few more minutes, watching lips turn blue and the body curl in on itself completely before he went to the door and opened it, leaving it open barely a crack so just a hint of warm air came in and would hit the shivering mess on the floor occasionally. Deadpool wanted this, because he knew when you got to this point of cold the warmth fucking burned like hell.

"Well since you failed the mid-term assignment right there," Wade said cheerfully dislodging the blade from his arm, merrily twirling it between his fingers watching as Bullseye attempted to uncurl himself but his muscles were too tightly strung. Grabbing the wingless man under one of his arms he heaved him up and threw him against the wall.

"Suppose we have to play a game of operation until we get it right," Chirped the mercenary delighted at the glint of true fear in the others eye.
And cheerfully he began to sing off key as he threw the other to the 'operating table'.

"Dem bones dem bones dem dry bones," He grabbed the others foot flinging off the boot. Bullseye attempted to fight him off, but between his stiff muscles and Deadpool grabbing the belt that he had somehow snagged off the guard and tying his hands above his head to the bed he didn't have much of a chance.
"I a-a-always l-l-lov-v-ved you-r-r-r fu-fucking sense of h-h-hum-mor,"grunted Bullseye.

*Aw cute. He is trying for a brave face.*

(Too bad he cant take his eyes off our cute little shiny here)

Wade grinned,"aaaaad the toe bones connected to the FOOOOT bone~"

As he sang off key he took the pairing knife and slowly slid it over the mans large toe blood slowly pooling where it pressed down at. Even though the other was cold, he hadn't been long enough to kill any nerves -yet- so Deadpool was happy to see the other flinch and hiss in pain as the knife circled around the big toe, then down the side of his foot.

"The fooot bone's connected to the-ankel bone!"he paused for a minute, giving the now whimpering man a minute to respond before he grinned and plunged the knife into the mans ankle.

"AAAAAH Ff--fuuuuck,"the other trembled and began to spew out a string of curses.

"You could always just tell me what is going on snookums,"sneered the mercenary.

"F-f-fuck off Wade, "the man had balls, Deadpool would give him that.

For the moment at least.

Leaning in he growled, his wings flaring out in dominance though he knew most of the power behind the message was lost on a wingless,"Its fuckin' Deadpool right now. Wades clocked out for the moment."

And pulling away with a grin he continued singing lightly," The ankle bones connected to the~ Leg bone!"

He was sure to pull the knife out before dragging it up the mans shin, and stopping before he got to his femoral artery. Couldn't have him dying too quick after all.

"Dem bones dem bones dem dry~ bones" He sang as the other began to shake violently, and he knew it wasn't just from the cold.

He made his way through the song, as well as the correlating body parts ensuring nothing vital was damaged. The man was now sobbing openly, and by the time Deadpool reached the verse of neck bone-here he only lightly traced cuts into the mans skin but he knew the psychological torture was more than enough to drive the other insane- the man began to puke what apparently had been a nice dinner provided by S.H.E.I.L.D.

"Okay, "Bullseye said thickly through mid hurl and Deadpool paused, sitting back eyeing his handiwork. The man had pissed himself, and thrown up everywhere. He was shaking and his eyes were wide and unfocused as blood slowly leaked from his left foot and leg and up his side to his shoulder. Deadpool felt a deep rumbling purr build in his chest at the sight. The man wouldn't die immediately, and that was precisely what he wanted.

"Okay," Bullseye repeated shivering though Deadpool was sure by now most of his topical nerve endings were dead and he could no longer feel the cold. After all Deadpool could barely feel his face.

Looking into the masks emotionless eyes Bullseye gave a small pained grin,"I-I was d-dead for awhile there ya know. Fu-fuckin Doc.Oct had quite a few subjects, but apparently I fit the bill. Or your Peter did. Donno,"he choked a bit on his own vomit and Deadpool shook him,"Fu-fuckin met that bitch you always pined over. Death. Your right, she did ha-have a nice p-pair."

Snarling Deadpool jerked him from the bed, relishing in the scream as one of the wrists broke in his effort to bring the man still tied to the door.
He threw the other out, where he only registered in the back of his mind that the guard was no longer passed out on the floor, but he didn't care. He was too busy enjoying the burn of the warm air around him assaulting his fried nerve endings, knowing it brought Bullseye the same pain.

"You know,"Deadpool sang lightly," I really did enjoy working with you at one point buddy. But in the end I think you just are trying a little too hard to be me. I know I am awesome and all, but I am one of a kind baby~"

And thus saying he began gently swaying the knife to and fro as Bullseye watched with labored breath, groaning, "I am the eye I go blink blink," he began to sing a song he remembered vaguely hearing at a church he had attended when his cancer had taken the turn for the worst. Not that it had helped any, but the song the children had sang in their little Sunday class had stuck with him-it had a nice tune," Yes I am the eye and I can wink," he jolted forward with the knife fully intent on stabbing the others large eye out stopping just above it before wavering it around the now still man, "I am the eye but I cant think-That belongs to my friend the bra~in"

He gently brushed the knife against Bullseyes temple.

"F-fuck Deadpool. Fuckin stop man or I will never tell you what the fuck is u-up with your boy there," stammered the man.

The Mercenary paused and tilted his head to the side considering before sitting back on his heels.

"Impress me bitch,"he rumbled in his I-am-the-alpha-in-this-bitch voice.

"S-S-Spider-Man is the only o-one who apparently w-was able to t-take some k-kind of serum and sur-survive thus getting hi-his powers,"He babbled and Deadpool watched intently humming lightly-"We are the body of Christ, together we bring his love..."

"S-so they were trying to figure out w-why. Th-then they got some o-of the kids bl-blood. And it took a f-ew years but th-they figured it o-out,"a hysterical laugh burst from the others mouth, "He w-was a fuckin Raven! Th-they were as surprised as a-anyone. I have only heard rumors of Ravens still existing a-and to th-think your fuckin' pretty boy is one of them."

Wade frowned and sang the first verse again holding Bullseyes face roughly with one hand and carefully, oh so carefully, beginning to cut the lid to one of his eyes," I am the eye and I go-blink blink"

The others screams drowned out the rest of his wonderful singing but he didn't care. Once the lid was removed and half the mans face was a bloody mess and he was sobbing uncontrollably Deadpool leaned forward.

"You better watch that fuckin' mouth of yours Leonard. Or its next."

The man laughed through his sobs nodding his head and Deadpool smiled,"Good glad were on the same page! Now finish your final and you may find yourself a merciful end to our little lesson."

"I-it ends u-up Ravens the-themselves,"the man took several heaving gulps of air shaking violently before continuing, a bloody grin on his twisted face, one eye lidless staring up at him. Deadpool wasn't bothered in the least," Th-they are a-a mutant gene all of th-their own. The sa-same gene, apparently, th-that inspired the serum gi-given to fuckin s-star spangled tits himself! An-and with so few on ha-hand no wonder why t-they focused on the Parker boy."
He shivered bile making its way up his throat before he spat it out and continued breathlessly,"They be-began using his blood to try re-engineer t-the same serum. Un-unfortunately for everyone the-they have tried it on so fa-far it has p-proven le-lethal. Which was why they started tri-trials on the dead. And seeing as how fuckin' Daredevil had j-just killed me,"he began giggling manically at this, thumping his free hand on the ground,"I was the pick of the fucked up lot! And look! w-worked l-like a fuckin charm!"

"And Doc said that was p-proof that Spider-Man was a fu-fucking Raven! H-he wanted to ensure hi-his theory correct,"he gave a rattling breath and Deadpool noted he must be dry drowning on his own vomit," be-before they c-continued with their study. A-after all. Ravens are hard to c-come by,"he began laughing, breaths being cut off by fluid caught in his lungs.

"What the fuck does that even mean," snarled Deadpool," Canta como el canario está taco papilla!"

"Wh-when they f-finally t-tracked down another R-raven they deemed it necessary to v-verify that Spider-Man was indeed o-one. S-s-s-so they created a mutant inhibiting serum that would fo-focus on Raven w-wing DNA. A-and it fu-u-ucking worked!"He giggled though it was weak now, and Deadpool saw the energy leaving him quickly now. Ah. All that blood and shock. Perhaps the tool was dying.

"Then," he continued sluggishly because it seemed that his ending goal in life was to let every bean be spilled onto the metaphorical platter,'Th-then. . . they hired me. To try an-and use th-the specially engineered b-bullet to kill you. I don't get the details. How this brought me back. H-how it made a fuckin b-babby a genetic ste-steroid f-factory. I just kn-know the money was fuckin awe-awesome and,"he laughed warbily,"I was g-gonna make ba-bank bringing th-that bi-bitch omega in."

Looking Deadpool straight on, knowing he was at his end and surely wanting the last laugh he grunted out,"I-I would have fucked him too. Fuck-fucked him and marked his p-"

He didn't get anything else out.

It was kinda hard when you had a knife repeatedly thrust into your frontal lobe.

After a few more thrusts, smashing the others face in Deadpool stood snarling breathing deeply and feeling slightly drained. He finally looked up to Nick Fury, who stood waiting patently in the doorway.

"Did you have to kill him Deadpool?" was all the Beta could say.

Deadpools alpha instincts were on high and he was unable to form words, much less a sentence so he just snarled at the other wings flaring up.

"Well you were always the best for getting the information out of other mercenaries. If it is any help this will help us protect Spider-Man and figure out what they are up to."

Deadpool moved past the other, and made his way to the doors feeling high as the floor shifted and his vision swam as he came down from his high.
Peter. He wanted Peter.

He made his way through the base, ignoring gasps and alarmed agents around him as he made a bloody trail up to Peters apartment.

He passed a repair man fixing the busted door of Peters neighbor and gave a tired wave as the man plastered himself to the wall wide eyed as brown wings hunkered down in a submissive gesture. He was too tired to deal with the beta, and he could care less.

Entering Peters apartment he took a deep breath. It smelled of the Omega and the smell of the young man calmed his alpha from the words that had enraged him earlier. The song on the game began to play again as he watched the boy breath evenly in deep sleep and he sighed.

His omega was safe. He had done what he needed to do.

Glancing down he saw he was covered in dry blood. Perhaps a shower would be best?

And so he padded to the bathroom, stopping only a moment to watch the sleeping man before continuing on.

Closing the door he mentally noted that the apartments really needed to come stocked with hard liquor for emergencies such as this. Or at least some beer.