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SpideyPool - Save Me From Myself	By : CanAm77 Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Deadpool Views: 6216 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Deadpool was hit so hard from behind, when he hit the brick wall his body left an imprint. He grimaced as he pulled himself away form the wall, feeling several cracked bones. When he turned, he seen his evil counterpart, pieces of himself that had formed into some wicked, twisted version on himself. “Mother fucker,” he snarled.

“Miss me?” Evil Deadpool laughed.

Wade charged, knocking his nemesis to the ground, landing a solid punch to the side of his face. He looked down at the grinning maniac and felt a sharp sting in his side. By the time he realized a needle was in him, his vision was blurry and his strength faded.

***

When Wade’s consciousness started to return, the first thing he felt was the cold wet floor against his cheek. He shivered. Nausea ripped through his stomach, feeling like he had the world’s worst hangover. His arms ached, tied tight behind himself. He wanted to open his eyes, but they felt soldered shut. A hard kick to his ribs made his eyes open wide. The sound was sickening as his bones were broken by a boot. He looked up. Oh yeah, him. His evil self. He wanted to laugh, he was getting beat up by himself. He was hoisted up and shoved against the wall. His vision was hazy, but he could still make out the grin and disfigured face of his captor. He struggled, but really it was no more than a fish flopping uselessly out of water. He was pressed harder against the wall, Evil Deadpool’s body tight against his own. He realized he was completely naked as his body was groped. “I bet you like this…” was growled in his ear. He shook his head, panic overwhelming him. “Even better,” the laugh that followed was deep and jaded. He was grabbed by the throat, the grip crushing his ability to breath. As he thought that he was going to loose consciousness again, he was hurled into the ground, then the back of his neck was gripped, smashing his face into the damp concrete.

Wade gagged on the taste of blood in his mouth. His nose was busted as well as a handful of teeth. He screamed into the floor as his ass was roughly spread, “Get off of me you sick freak!” Which earned him another face smashing into the ground. Tears slid down his face from humility as he was roughly entered.

“I am Wade Wilson. I am Deadpool. You are nothing now. Do you understand me?” Evil Deadpool emphasized each word with a dominating thrust into the man beneath him.

Wade just screamed in pain and frustration, his body nearly limp from the drug.

The raping and beatings continued for months. He cried a lot at first. But, with time he lost most of himself. Pain and being humiliated his new normal. The drug that was constantly injected into him keeping his world foggy, rendering him weak and helpless. New forms of torture were constantly being introduced. After all, Evil Deadpool knew every fear of his. He knew his abusive childhood. He knew the things that would break him. And of course he used them like a weapon, destroying him mentally.

***

Spider-Man perched on top of a building, the sun was setting and it was a relatively peaceful day. He was happy, college was going easy peasy, and tomorrow was Saturday. No school or work tomorrow, finally a day to sleep in. And he must have jinxed himself with that thought, below him in the ally way Deadpool was walking at a quick pace. He studied the figure and frowned. That wasn’t Deadpool, it looked like some hacked up horror movie version. He had heard that after Deadpool had escaped from the mental institution, an “Evil” Deadpool had been created with bits and pieces of Deadpool. Since Deadpool could regenerate a limb or anything he needed, someone had collected all his discarded pieces.

He had also heard that this creature was about as mentally stable as Carnage. He followed him at a safe distance, pulling out his phone and sending a text alert of the situation to Agent Fury of S.H.I.E.L.D. He had learned in his years of fighting that there were two types of enemies. The type that wanted to kill him and then there was the type that wanted to kill him with little regard to the civilian population. He had a haunch this guy was the latter. He really hated working with S.H.I.E.L.D. But, they also kept the police off his case for the most part. They kept moving further and further away from the city, entering a very run down area. Evil Deadpool entered an old warehouse that looked like it should have been condemned about two decades ago.

He knew S.H.I.E.L.D. would be along in about twenty minutes, but that was just too long for him to wait. He webbed himself over to the building and went through a window that must have been broken years ago. Everything inside was dirty and damp. It was dim since there was no lighting. The building was big so it was going to be a difficult to find where the villain was. There was a loud crash, it sounded a couple stories beneath him. He quickly found the stairs and went down. He followed the sounds and found himself in a large room. Evil Deadpool was turned away from him, kicking someone on the ground.

Spider-Man shot his webbing out, it stuck to Evil Deadpool’s head, knocking him backwards and he pulled the webbing back towards himself.

Evil Deadpool thrashed on the ground as he was pulled, finally ripping the webbing off of himself, quickly getting up and faced Spider-Man. He laughed, “Aren’t you just precious, little hero.”

“Compared to you, I supposed so.” His eyes narrowed, he could feel how violent this was going to get. Evil Deadpool charged him, he kicked him in the stomach to keep him away. His leg was grabbed and he was thrown into a wall. He got up and just barely missed getting a throwing dagger in his head. This guy wasn’t fucking around, he truly meant to kill him. “What is your problem?”

“Mine? You came here, little boy. No one invited you.”

“And I am sure that no one invited you to kick them on the ground.”

The laugh was low and sinister, “You don’t even know who it is, do you?”

Spider-Man’s eyes flashed over to the figure crumpled and bloody on the ground. The person wasn’t recognizable.

“He was Deadpool, I am unmaking him. I am now Deadpool.”

“Why would you do this?”

“Because with him gone I can now be the only Deadpool, not a shadow of him.”

“You are sick.” Their fight continued, both exchanging kicks and punches. Evil Deadpool was ferocious, not caring the injuries he received. It became obvious that he only cared about ripping Spider-Man apart. Considering the healing factor, he knew he was going to have to use lethal force to stop him. He was thrown into a table, breaking it. When he rolled over he seen the busted off metal leg of the table. Evil Deadpool lunged on top of him. As the villain descended on him, he grabbed the metal leg and thrust it at him. The jagged end split through Evil Deadpool’s skull. He pushed him off of him and webbed him up for the S.H.I.E.L.D. crew.

Peter looked around and sighed, damn they had wrecked this place. He walked over to Deadpool, who was curled into himself. He was completely naked, save for the mask. Deadpool had always been a rather large and muscular guy, but the figure that lay crumpled on the ground was extremely underweight, with bones that stuck out sharply. His healing factor must have been the only thing that kept him alive. Fresh and dry blood covered his body.

Peter crouched down in front of Wade. Wade’s body trembled. He wanted to get Wade out of here before S.H.I.E.L.D. swarmed the place, he deserved that at least. “Wade?” Peter brushed his shoulder, which made Wade’s body tremble even harder. “Look at me, we need to leave, like right now.”

Wade tilted his head up a little. He was going to get hit. He knew he was. He opened his eyes a little. He was hallucinating. Spider-Man was sitting in front of him. At least this was on of the better hallucinations. And he was talking to him, his voice was really nice, but he didn’t really understand what he was saying. He was picked up and cradled like a child, his face was pressed in the man’s neck and shoulder. He smelled nice. This wasn’t a hallucination, this was a dream. A really, really nice dream.

Peter didn’t like how light Wade was, he was half the weight he normally was. But, he couldn’t dwell on it, he needed to get out of here before Fury’s lackey’s wanted to take Wade into their custody. He should let them, but part of him told himself to take Wade.

***

Wade’s eyes opened. He tried to figure out where he was. He was warm, he couldn’t remember the last time he felt warm. And he didn’t feel drugged out and hung over. He was propped against the wall in a small bathroom. A blanket was draped over his body. It felt nice to have his skin covered. The door was opened and he his body instinctively backed away.

Peter stepped in the bathroom, Wade was pressed as far away from him as possible. Eyes wide with terror, his knuckles were white from clinging to the wall and floor so hard. He sat on the floor back against the door, to give him as much room as possible. They stared at each other a long while. Peter watched Wade’s labored breathing. He couldn’t imagine what The Merc with a Mouth went through to leave him a hollow shell like this. His breathing finally slowed down. He handed a bottle of water to him, “Are you thirsty?”

Wade looked between the water and the unmasked Spider-Man. He wanted that water more than anything right now. He had been denied food and water for the most part. He reached a shaking arm out and took the water. The water felt awesome in his dry mouth and throat.

Peter continued to watch as Wade frantically drank the water. Why had he taken him back with him? He had no clue how to deal with this situation.

“Spider-Angel.” Wade’s voice was cracked and rough.

Peter was so taken back by the comment he couldn’t help but laugh. “Still have some of the charm left in you?”

Wade shrugged, “Why did you take me?”

“Um, well…S.H.I.E.L.D. was coming to take care of your evil spawn and I figured you didn’t want them to take you. Which I am sure they would have if I left you.”

“Why bother?”

“Because I help people, its sorta my thing. If you are going to stay here, you need to take a shower.”

Wade looked down at his exposed flesh, which was caked with dry blood. He nodded and tried to stand up, but couldn’t.

Peter walked over to Wade and offered him a hand, “I can help you clean up.”

Wade accepted his hand and nodded. Peter pulled him up and he all but sagged against the superhero. He was angry at his body’s lack of strength. A lot of good his healing factor was. Starve him and drug him for a few months and he was as helpless as a newborn kitten.

Peter turned the water on and waited until it was a nice temperature. He left his Spider-Man suit on, then helped Wade into the shower. Wade trembled and flinched the more he tried to clean him. “Hey? Are you ok? I’m not going to hurt you or anything.” He gently pulled Wade’s mask off. “Look at me.”

Wade looked at Peter, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he was going to say something else but Wade pressed his face against his neck and held onto him. He held him back and rubbed circles on his back, the texture of his skin was strange with all the scarring. He continued washing Wade and helped him dry off, eventually getting him to his couch, “Sorry, nothing fancy here.”

“Better than where I was at.”

“Hungry?”

“Very.”

“Well, I don’t have much here. But, I do remember you prattling on in the past about pancakes, which I do have.”

“Anything, but that would be really awesome.” Peter ended up making a whole box of pancakes. He was amazed how many pancakes Wade could eat, but in made sense. Wade’s body still needed some sort of fuel to mend himself. He only had one pan, so it took him a long time to cook all the pancakes. Wade ate them as they were ready, but by the end of it, Wade looked almost healthy. He cleaned the kitchen up and sat next to Wade, “Wow, you look great.”

Wade just gave him a half smirk and snorted.

“That came out…really bad. Are you tired?”

Wade nodded.

“You can have my bed, come on,” he offered his hand to Wade.

“I think I got it.”

Peter would never cease to be amazed at his healing abilities. Wade followed him and sat on his bed.

“Thanks.”

“Anytime. Are you going to be ok here?”

Wade looked down and shook his head, “Would you stay with me?”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude.”

“Please?”

Peter turned the light off and changed out of his suit and into a cotton shirt and shorts. He laid down on his side, facing Wade. He had no idea what he was doing, but quickly fell asleep, mentally and physically exhausted.
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