Monday
5:24 P.M
Wade's POV
[What are you gonna do? Just barge into his house and shoot him in the head?]
"Why yes, that's what I do with everyone else." I tell my box. I rev up my motorcycle and hit the gas. The continuous city buzz surrounding me.
{I can't wait to see his face!}
[What?! Will you stop being so sick?! That's gross!]
{Just being truthful}
"Shut up I'm driving." I tell them, passing all the red lights and barely swerving past a semi-truck.
[I wouldn't exactly call that driving, Wade]
"It's close enough." I say, making my way to another intersection.
[Wade that's a red light-]
Suddenly, I hear a screech of brakes.
[WADE!] Is the last thing I hear before my vision goes black.
Monday
5:38 P.M
"Hello? Is this Sally's pizza?" I ask into the phone. It takes a second for someone to reply, but I hear one.
"Yes it is. Would you like to place an order?" A woman asks.
"Yes please, one medium pizza with olives, peppers, and pepperoni under Peter Parker please." I reply. She tells me my order will be here soon, and the call ends. I decided to order pizza while Aunt May was out on vacation, because I didn't feel like cooking anything.
I sigh and fall back onto my brown lumpy couch. I lean over and turn on the T.V.
"-a crash on Sunflower street has just taken place. The incident was with one small car that got a large dent, and a motorcycle that was thrown across the road and ran over... the operator of the motorcycle appearing to be none other than the all too famous Deadpool! Before we could reach the crash site, Deadpool seemed to be gone and the others seemed to be unharmed despite the intensity of the crash. There were claims of a small fire but we don't currently have vision on one."
"Wade?" I ask, standing up from my couch. I grab my phone off the coffee table and scroll through my contacts, finding Deadpool's. I press call.
Monday
5:43 P.M
Wade's POV
I can't. I can't pick up.
[Why?]
{Isn't it obvious?}
[No!]
"I'm about to kill his best friend. I'd rather not talk to him right now!" I yell at my boxes. But nobody can hear me from the top of this building.
{Hahaha poor Wade}
"Shut up..." I say, then jump off the building.
I have all night, I bet one more hit from concrete can't be that bad.
Monday
6:00 P.M
"Damn, where is that pizza?!" I ask, "I've been waiting for almost a half hour!" I roll my eyes, placing my elbows on the counter with my head in my hands.
I suppose I'm just a little stressed because Deadpool didn't pick up.
"I'm sure it was just a crash and he's fine. He's invincible right? Maybe he was just busy... maybe he was on a mission or something. I mean, that's probably not the best considering he kills everyone he goes after... but it's better than him being dead." I reassure myself.
But he's not dead, obviously... right? He's Deadpool! He can't be dead.
"Although he does make many useless suicide attempts..." I mumble to myself.
But it doesn't mean he's dead!
Suddenly, the doorbell rings.
"Finally." I sigh, walking over to the door, making sure not to trip over my scattered clothes in my messy living room.
I open the door to see someone I didn't expect to see.
"Deadpool? You're not the pizza-"
Monday
6:02 P.M
Wade's POV
"Deadpool? You're not the pizza-"
BANG!
I wince as the bullet pierces through his ribs.
He holds the wound and backs up. I watch as tears form in his eyes.
Should I have not done this?
[Was it a mistake?]
{Nope}
His legs give out and he falls to the floor, struggling to breath yet still staring at me. I can hear the rasp as he inhales. His face becomes something I don't recognize, something I've never seen come from someone I've killed.
"W-w-" He starts, but winces. Sweat beads cover his forehead and drip down his neck. His lip quivers as he tries but fails to speak.
I bite my lip and wonder why I'm still staring at this helpless boy. The job is done...
"W-wa-" He tries again, but cries out in pain as the bullet stays deep in his insides. I can't help but feel bad for him.
"Shut up." I order, and he just keeps staring at me with those... those eyes.
{WHY IS HE LOOKING AT US LIKE THAT?!}
[He doesn't look scared or mad... he looks sad.]
{What the hell?}
[What have you done?]
{Is he okay?}
[HE JUST GOT SHOT BY A BULLET DO YOU THINK HE'S OKAY?]
"Shut up!" I yell. Now the boy looks scared. Tears stream down his face and his breaths get faster, more helpless. He looks at me with confusion and sadness in his eyes. His face forms into one that resembles someone in a movie losing the love of their life. I can see the pain in his eyes, not just from the bullet but from something else...
It makes my blood rush and sends shivers down my spine. The tips of my fingers get cold and I bite my tongue.
"Wa-" He tries once again. I just cross my arms to try and look tougher.
He grits his teeth as his eyes become a light red and his whole body starts shaking. Blood spills from his mouth and he begins coughing. He barely manages to make out one word.
"W-Wade..."
Monday
6:07 P.M
Wade's POV
Did he just...
"H-how... what?" I'm left speechless. He knows my name? But the boy has passed out on the floor.
[Or is he dead?]
{Someone get me some popcorn}
[SHUT UP THIS IS NOT THE TIME]
"Who is he?"
I run up to him and bend down beside him, observing the thick blood pouring from his mouth. I search his pockets and pull out a phone. I click the screen on.
[The background is you and Spidey!]
{I wonder how he got that}
"HOLY SHIT!" I drop the phone and back up, putting my hands on my head. "What have I done. What have I done. What have I done?!" I screech, tears already falling down my cheeks. I throw off the mask and bend down beside him again.
What have I done?!
My throat is tied by wire, getting tighter every second I think about it. My teeth chatter and my hands shake violently.
"No no no no Spidey this can't be you... No no no no..." I say, putting my hand on his cheek.
"Please! Please tell me this isn't true! PETER WAKE UP! PLEASE PETER!" I sob, holding him in my arms. "You can't be gone... Not like this. Peter please. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry... if I were to have known I wouldn't have... I shouldn't have... Spidey, Webs, Pete, please..." My pleads turn into mumbles. I hold him close as I feel his skin turn cold. As his heart comes to a stop. As his eyes go lifeless. As his lips turn blue and the blood forms puddles on the floor. As I plead and plead...
The boy sits lifeless in my arms.