A/N
Hi!
I just want to say that this chapter can be a little... umm... "Sadder-ish"...
Kinda... Idk.
Read at your own risk.

Enjoy the story!
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Peter's P.O.V

"Hey Petey~Pie..."

.

I remember him...

I look at Wade in horror. I was...- I was fighting Wade...

No no no no no no.... This...- this... I would never...

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The knife that I was holding, falls out of my hands and I carefully stand up. Keeping my eyes fixated on  Wade and... and the stab wound...

I hurt him...

I feel all my emotions well up inside of me and I can't control them.

I start screaming and I can't stop. My body won't let me stop.

All the pain... All the guilt... All the fear... It all just comes out...

In the end I screamed out all my energy and the world went black.

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I carefully open my eyes and I'm greeted to a grey familiar ceiling. I'm laying on something soft, like a bed. It's actually quite comfortable.

I then realize that someone is holding my hand. I carefully sit up and look to my left and see... Wade... He's okay...

He has a worried and shocked expression on his face and his eyes are very red and puffy, like he's been crying a lot. There are still tears falling down his cheeks and it pains me to see him in this state. My eyes slowly fall down to his stomach and I can see that it's bandaged up. I quickly look away, feeling the guilt crawl down my spine.

We're both quiet, not daring to break the silence. Then Wade stands up with a quick movement and he hugs me intimately. I slighly flinch but he just holds on to me tighter. His warmth is comforting and I lean into the hug not wanting to let go. I feel tears prick my eyes and just the bare thought of finally knowing that I am safe was enough to just let my emotions out.

Big hot tears fill my vision and it all comes flooding down. Wade holds on to me tighter and I start to sob loudly.

I hear Wade's soothing voice through all my sobs, telling me "Everything's alright" and "You're safe". I feel his head move a little and I slowly glance up at him. He's looking to the end of the room where I see... Iron Man... and Stephen... and someone I don't really recognize, shock is covering their faces. I quickly look away and lean more into Wade's warmth as he strokes my hair.

I hear the other's footsteps as they approach my bed. I carefully look up from Wade's shoulder again and see Iron Man just some feet away with Stephen and the other guy behind him. Iron Man has a pained expression and he glances back at the man I don't recognize.

"Bruce... why is he awake...?" Iron Man asks the man who's name is apparently Bruce.

"His metabolism must've completely devoured the medicine that would put him to...-" Wade says but stops in his sentence when he sees the fear enter my face. Were they going to put me to sleep...?

I hear Bruce swear under his breath and he walks over to one of the tables. I look back at Iron Man and he looks a little hopeful.

"Peter... do you...- do you remember who we are...?" He asks carefully with a hint of hope in his voice.

"I... I know that you are... Iron Man, and...umm... during our... umm... our battle... you called him Stephen..." I say just above a whisper, slightly pointing towards Stephen and I see Iron Man's eyes fall to the ground in disappointment.

"Do you remember me...?" Wade asks and I look up at him and nod.

"I don't...- I don't know how or why I remember you... but I do."

"What do you remember about me?" Wade asks.

"Umm...Well... I remember that you are my...umm... my boyfriend and...umm... I guess... everything... How we met and your homelife...-" I stop for a moment and something clicks in my head. "...And us... revealing our identities..." I see a spark of hope in Wade's eyes.

"Do you remember what identities we revealed?"

"I remember that... you are Deadpool, and I am...- I'm...-"

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I can't remember who I was...

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"You can't remember, can you?" Wade asks and the spark of hope has left his eyes. Instead, they're just filled with grief.

"I'm sorry..." I whisper out. "I'm so...- I'm so sorry..."

Wade holds me in his arms and he draws circles on my back. A few small tears roll down my cheeks. We stay like that for awhile until Bruce comes back.

"I called Helen. She'll make sure the other doctors are here by morning. Then we can take that damn device out of his neck." He says and I get a little confused. Do I have something weird in my neck...?

Everyone nods and Wade lightly loosens his grip around me. I don't want to let go of him, but in the end I do and he gives me a reassuring smile.

"Peter, you have to sleep now. In the morning we'll get that thing out of your neck and everything will be alright. Okay?" Wade says softly. I nod and look over at Iron Man and Stephen. Iron Man is still looking down at the floor but he glances up at me from time to time and Stephen carefully makes his way over to me.

"Goodnight son." He says softly and he kisses my forehead. The action caught me a little off guard but it was comforting. Stephen makes his way over to Iron Man and they both give me light smiles before leaving the room. Bruce walks over to me and Wade and he's holding what looks to be some sort of medicine.

"Peter, you'll have to take this. It should be able to withstand your fast metabolism and keep you asleep for a little while, alright?" Bruce says carefully and I look at him a little hesitantly. But alas, I take the medicine and Wade helps me lay down. It is now that I realize that I'm covered in bandages. Huh, maybe they aren't so bad...

I feel my eyelids getting heavier and last thing I see is Wade's face. Then the world goes black and the nightmares start.

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I open my eyes and look around me.

I'm in my cell. Shit.

I carefully stand up and notice that my cell has no door. I walk out of the cell and into the long hallway with all the other cells. The elevator is to the left and more cells are to the right.

"I have to get out of here..." I quietly mumble to myself.

I walk to the right and turn the corner at the very end. I see the elevator and hurry over. I push the button that will call the elevator down and wait.

"..."

Nothing happens.

"..."

I wait and wait and wait.

But the elevator never arrives.

"Peter?" I hear a scared fragile voice behind me. I carefully turn around and see... Sally...?

She's tied up and crying immensely.

"Peter... What's...- Is this a game...?" She asks, fear clearly present in her voice. The room goes black for a slight second. Then we enter the training room and... I see myself... a clone of myself... standing over her with a gun to her head.

"Peter...! Please... I don't like this game... It's scary..." I look at my face and tears are falling down my cheeks. "Peter...! You're crying...!"

"Peter." Coach says strictly. "Do it. Now."

"I'm... I'm sorry little girl..." The other me says and I see the guilt in my eyes. Sally has a scared expression and then...-

.

The room goes black again and this time I'm in the training room again. But this time... my first victim... he's...- The man I killed first is here... He's crying and begging for me to spare him.

But now, it's not a copy of me holding the gun. I am holding the gun to the man's head and I am the one who pulls the trigger.

"I'm sorry..." I whisper and once again, the world goes black.

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This time, I'm in what looks to be... a room for, like, insane people. Again, I see kind of a copy of myself. I hear Dr. Faustus voice, but I can't tell what he's saying.

Then, all of a sudden, some kind of gas comes out of some dispensers in the room. The copy of me covers their mouth and nose, trying not to inhale the gas. But then a loud, blaring sound comes on in the room, forcing the copy to cover their ears, which forces them to inhale the gas.

A part of me knows that that person is me, but another part doesn't because... I don't remember that happening. I just remember waking up in a hospital bed, meeting Dr. Faustus.

Am I...? Am I getting my memories back...?

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The room becomes pitch black once more and I'm floating in an empty void. All of a sudden, I hear voices.

"He's shaking too much! If he doesn't stop, we can't finish the surgery!" I hear a voice that sound oddly like Bruce's.

"Peter! Peter can you... hear me...?" The voice is distant but it sounds like... like Tony's. "Pete, you have... to calm down... We're here... You're safe..."

I close my eyes and I take a deep breath, then I let it out. A ray of colors fills the void and I see a lot of familiar faces.

Mom, Dad, Ben and May.

"Am I...Dead...?" I ask, sounding a little scared as Mom makes her way over to me, a small giggle leaving her lips.

"No my little Spider Monkey. You're not dead." She says and she hugs me tightly.

"Then how...?" I feel tears prick my eyes.

"We're just here for support champ." Dad says and he also hugs me. May and Ben come up to us and I hug them tightly as well.

"I'm... I'm sorry... I am so...so sorry... I did terrible things and now...- Now people are dead because of me..." I say and a single tear rolls down my cheek. Mom puts her hands on my face and ushers away the tear with her thumb.

"Sweety, you had no choice. You can't blame yourself over a situation you had no control over." She says and she starts to fade away. "We all love you so much Peter and you are making the world a better place." They all start to fade away and more tears spill.

"No...! Please...! Don't leave me! I don't want to be alone again! Please! Mom! Dad! Ben! May!" I feel my voice getting hoarse. "Please..." They all disappear and the void becomes pitch black again.

I bring my knees up to my chest and more nightmares starts playing.

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A/N

Hi!

Here's a bittersweet chapter that I am kinda proud of. I like the beginning and let's just ignore the magic bullshit here at the end! :)

Anyways...

Christmas is next week and there is no snow here where I live. So hurray! ... Not!

That's All For Now Folks!

G'night, G'day and G'morning!

/Twizz