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The first thing Wade feels as he gains conscious is pain. Full, all-consuming pain.
He can’t help the groan that escapes him. Fuck, what the hell happened?
Well, before this entire fuckery happened.. he was with spidey, infiltrating a dirty, smelly warehouse (it really did smell, it rivaled the moldy tacos he had in his fridge.) when all of a sudden—
Oh, yeah.
A bomb.
Fuck. He thinks, thats why he hurts like hell. He feels empty space where his arms—probably, should, most likely, very..likely— be.
See, Wade has lost his fair share of limbs, as any normal person does— but hell, this hurts! Like, really, really hurts.
Clearly, his regeneration has decided to go nice and slow. Not ideal.
It’s in that moment that he finally registers the faint sound of somebody speaking.
“Wade…..awake—…..fuck,” he can barely catch on to what’s being said, but the voice sounds very familiar
“Ughh..Spidey? ..That you?” he manages to choke out. Theres a sharp pain in his throat. There’s silence before he hears a gasp.
“Holy shit, Wade! Are you okay?” The voice sounds panicked, worried, pained. Like they actually cared for him.
He lets out a chuckle, it comes out more like a rasp, as if he’s smoked 10 packs of cigarettes, which honestly, he probably has. “Well, I wouldn’t exactly say i’m okay,” He attempts to lift his now stub like arms. “I’ve been better.” He says, in an attempt to be humorous.
His vision is finally clear enough to see the image of Spidey above him. Although his mask covers his, most likely, very handsome features, it’s quite prominent how worried he is.
“Are..are you seriously joking around? Your arms! They’re gone!” Spidey panics, clearly freaked out yet upset over how Wade is brushing this entire situation off.
He sighs. “Spidey, have you forgotten that i’m basically, y’know, invincible? I could have my dick and balls blown off and it’d regenerate in less than a minute. This is basically just another Tuesday. I’m fine.” In truth, his regeneration is sometimes a little bitch— or a big one— it sometimes decides to take it’s sweet, sweet time. (Images of when an enemy shot directly at his crotch flash through his mind. Yeah, he would know.)
He fixes Spidey with a gaze of what he hopes looks reassuring through his mask. “You really care too much. Honestly, one look at that sweet ass of yours and I’ll probably feel better than ever!”
The other man seems frustrated, for whatever reason.
“It’s not that I care too much! You don’t care enough. How could you just brush this off?” He pauses, breath caught in his throat. “I.. I thought you died.”
Wade shrugs. Damn, that hurt. “Well, I didn’t. Invincible, remember-“ He gets cut off by a growl of frustration. His dick twitches.
“Shut up! What..what if one day, It doesn’t work? Wade, I..I was scared. The explosion.. It..It almost killed you,” He breaths shakily, genuine fear etched on his face. Wade is silent, stunned.
“You don’t see it like I do. You don’t feel the fear of seeing someone you care for suddenly in bits and pieces. Your body, bleeding out, barely breathing, looking like something you’d only see in horror films.” Spideys hands reach up to his face, scrubbing at his eyes as if trying to get rid of the image.
The sound of a choked sob brings Wade out of his silence. “Baby boy..” He murmurs, having no idea what to say or do.
Sniffles fill the silence as Spidey rubs at his face, trying to get his mask to soak up his tears. “Wade.. I..I know I don’t say it often, but I care. I care a lot.” Another sniffle.
“Baby boy, you don’t-“
“Shut up.”
He zips his mouth shut, surprised.
Spidey sighs, “I..I’m sorry. Let’s get you home, okay? It’s getting cold..and I’d like to take a shower.” and make sure you’re okay. It goes unsaid, but they both know.
Wade nods, as if the word home didn’t ignite something in him long gone. That wasn’t his home. He was simply a roach that wouldn’t go away. But, It was nice to imagine that he could call Spidey’s home his.
“Yeah, let’s go home.”