The way you make me feel, you really turn me on

[spideyguy]

Peter's name appeared on a crisp afternoon in October, on the way home from school. They appeared randomly, at any point in a person's life - some already had them from birth. Peter hadn't been that lucky. Still, he'd stopped, skateboard propped against his leg, and pulled his sleeve up, watching as the swooping, uneven letters appeared on his wrist.

WADE

Well that was...unexpected. It wasn't even a gender neutral name, like Sam. That's got to be a guy.

...so maybe the afternoon turned into more of a revelation for Peter than he might have thought, but hey. Whoever Wade was, Peter's bound to love him, quite literally.

The thing about soulmates was, the bond strengthened with time. When the name appeared, that's when the real countdown began. Then, the universe started pulling you together, until the endgame - a meeting, face to face, and the touch of bare skin on skin. When that happened, the name, inked on your wrist? It turned gold. That's how you knew it was the right person (although, obviously, you knew beforehand. Usually. Probably?)

It was said some soulmates could even watch each other's dreams. That was just a myth, however, an urban legend. That's not to say a soulmate connection wasn't extraordinarily strong, though; the majority of couples could, in fact, feel each other on a physical level. Feel each other's pain, specifically, or catch a cold when their soulmate did.

Peter started feeling the twinges freshman year of high school. A pain in his side, just a dull ache. His jaw, occasionally. It was so infrequent, it had been hard to diagnose it as an echo of his soulmate's pain.

Peter wondered if Wade was having as much trouble at school as Peter was. Maybe they had a different brand of Locker Knocker wherever Wade was.

And so it goes. Peter was bitten. Uncle Ben died. He started his quest for revenge. The bond grew stronger. I'm sorry, Peter thought, spitting out blood in an alleyway, fresh from his last fight. I'll try not to get hit again. It said something that he was more willing to try for the sake of his mystery Wade's pain than his own.

The night against Connors was bad. Slashed his chest clean open, in addition to the bullet wound in his thigh. Gwen cleaned him up as best she could - god, what did he ever do to deserve a friend like her? - but all Peter could think about was Wade. I'm sure he'll understand when you meet him, Peter. He's probably just worried, I mean, imagine if you felt him get shot in the leg.

Unfortunately, the next time they shared pain, it was much, much worse than a bullet.

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[beaarthur]

"Maybe." He replied honestly. What? Spidey had the body of a gymnast and man, was it nice. "Nah. It's easier just to barrel through everything. Anyways, it's kind of funny to see the looks on their faces when I keep running toward them." Deadpool grinned. It was true! There were so many times he got shot all to hell and just kept on going. It was actually a pretty good intimidation tactic.

Oh, there was definitely a gasp of excitement. "Oh I don't know if I can do it. I might need a Spider-back ride." He could've made it up there in no time but now he was just being a menace. "The roof it is then."

[spideyguy]

To be fair, he is lithe and does fill the spandex nicely. Cough. "Yeah, because you should be getting shot for laughs. Honestly." Okay, he had a fair point. Peter occasionally went with the lie that he could control spiders. It got a lot of people to surrender pretty fast.

Peter had a sneaking suspicion Deadpool was lying about needing a ride, but seeing as he had no proof, Peter begrudgingly beckoned Wade forward. "Alright, come on then."

[beaarthur]

Truer words have never been spoken. "Have you heard me? I'm going to get shot anyway, Spidey. Might as well be funny." If it wasn't funny then it was way too real for him.

Oh and there was another gasp of disbelief. Today was getting better and better! He leapt on to Peter's back without any grace whatsoever and clung to him like a koala. This was officially the best. "Onward!" And Wade was humming the Spiderman theme the whole time

[spideyguy]

"Maybe if you moved your ass faster than your mouth, you wouldn't get shot." What a sound, not-at-all sarcastic recommendation Peter, thank you.

Peter very nearly toppled over, wishing he could glare with the mask on. "I am not a steed, Pool." Yet he shot a web, zipping them up into the air anyway. Better hold on, Wilson.

[beaarthur]

Deadpool paused at that. The logic was sound. So I guess he had a good point!

Oh Deadpool was definitely holding on, but there was a moment there that he flailed a little bit. So he squeezed just a little tighter, his humming of the Spiderman theme immediately intensifying. "Up, up and away~!"

[spideyguy]

"What are you even - " Why ask why? Peter was tempted to drop him, for that comment, but he didn't, landing soundlessly on the side of the building. After that it was a short crawl, up to the roof, where he was able to deposit Wade.

"Alright, I hear heartbeats over there," Peter listened and pointed to the corner of the roof. "We dip in, grab him, and disappear. Sound good?"

[beaarthur]

Deadpool hopped off Spiderman, immediately smacking the other man across the ass. "Thanks, babe." He grinned cheekily, but his expression drooped out of nowhere. "Shit! I missed my opportunity to do the Tarzan yell! Okay, let's do it one more time. Just one more. Uno más, hombre araña!" He made like he was going to jump on the other man.

Maybe Deadpool wasn't the best person to have around for a stealth mission. He had a tendency to piss into the wind.

"Sounds like a plan!" Deadpool crouched down and snuck over to where Spiderman was pointing to.

[spideyguy]

Peter straightened up at the smack, resisting the urge to punch Wade. Barely, though. His sense hadn't rung, however, which only served to irritate him more - Deadpool wasn't being threatening, just annoying. "No - nope, hell no - "

Peter shot a warning web towards Wade's chest, wagging a finger at him. "Down boy."

"What did I say about stealth, Deadpool - !"

[beaarthur]

Honestly the urge to get closer to the other man was what fueled his recklessness at that moment. He didn't understand what the hell was going on, but all he could do was go with it. Unfortunately his hand acted of its own accord. Oops.

Deadpool looked down at the web attached to his chest, pouting. "Aww... fine."

"Huh?" He looked back at Spiderman. "That... it's good to be... stealthy?" If only he could turn that amp down to like a five instead.

[spideyguy]

A normal person might have analyzed the strange draw, but Peter didn't exactly have the warm fuzzies for Wade, so. Here they were. Impulse control, Wade.

"And not yell to announce your presence, yes." Peter shook his head and crept forward, slowly, definitely not wanting to alert anyone in the rooms below them.

[beaarthur]

Impulse control? The fuck is that?

"So..." Deadpool began as he crept along with Spiderman. "I sat up all night thinking about this, man. Do you have a weakness, like Superman? Like, if someone hits you with a can of spider-be-gone, are you just out of commission?" Sadly, Deadpool wasn't lying. This was something he thought about often. "Is Captain America's weakness Hitler? I mean, it can't be because he punched him in issue number one."

[spideyguy]

Oh you're hopeless.

"Do you?" If only Wade could see the impressive eye roll Peter was giving him right now, honest to god. They're making good progress, though, and Wade's quieter, so Peter will let him be. "Captain America doesn't have a weakness. That's his weakness."

[beaarthur]

Hopelessly awesome? Yes!

"My weakness is burritos if we're being legit, Spidey. You don't want to be anywhere near me after I eat one of those puppies. I can clear a room in ten flat." He crouched down by a glass pane in the top of the roof. You could see down into it, but he didn't look. He was totally too distracted by their conversation now. "That's a load of bullshit and you know it. How the hell is that his weakness? Getting all philosophical and shit."

[spideyguy]

Oh, christ.

"That's not a weakness. Sounds more like a superpower, actually." Wade managed to get Peter to snort out a chuckle, so hey, that's something. "But to answer your question, no, I don't think I've found any substances that are toxic to me."

Now grab Aunt May, on the other hand...

"I don't know, dude's built like a truck. Could you imagine having him run at you? I'd be scared shitless." Peter joined Wade at the glass pane, peering down into it. There were a few men, talking, consulting some sort of clipboard. Peter let his hearing tune into them, leaning closer. Something about shipments.

[beaarthur]

"I'll just add that to my list of powers then. 'Built in gas grenade.'" Deadpool was actually being quiet for once. It was a fucking miracle. "Well shit. Ain't nobody got nothin' on Spidey!"

"You got a good point there. But see, I would open my arms if he ran at me. Or bend over. It'd depend." Deadpool may have a thing for the Cap'n. He looked down too. "Alrighty, Spiderguy. Now can I just drop in and start kicking ass?"

[spideyguy]

"What are your powers, anyway?" Is it rude to ask? Whatever, Peter's going to be that guy. And yeah, maybe he just had that effect on Wade. Ha. "I hope to keep it that way, but I guess we'll see."

"See, I'm working under the assumption that he's not charging at you with his erection as a battering ram." Peter pointed out, glancing over at Deadpool at the question. "Wait a second. Let them talk a little, see if we can get any clues on your Francis. Which one is our guy?"

[beaarthur]

"Ridiculous healing factor, Spidey. I'm like Cher, I can't die." Wade chuckled at himself. Yes, he thought he was funny. "Because of Weapon X I'm faster, stronger and more durable basically. But mostly I just can't fucking die." There was more than that, but Wade didn't see it as a big deal. Now climbing up walls and lifting buses? That was a big deal.

"Well, fuck. Way to crush a girl's dreams, man." Deadpool pouted. He pointed at the guy that looked like Hulk Hogan. "That one with the fuckin' mustache, brother! I don't know if I can handle Hulkmania right now, I'm gonna be honest."

[spideyguy]

"You can't die? Like, you're for real immortal?" Peter thought that was a pretty big fucking deal, right there. I mean, super strength, sure, but literally always coming back to life? Woah. He's lucky Wade can't see his face right now, because it's pretty clear from his expression he's impressed.

"Aren't you saving your deflowerment for someone?" Peter nodded, spotting the guy Deadpool was pointing at. "Alright, I'll web him, yank him up here. You take out the detail, yeah?"

[beaarthur]

"Yup. I've had a metal pole rammed straight through my heart and lived to tell the tale. " Deadpool's hand instinctively went to his heart. He wondered if his soulmate was okay and where he was. "So don't worry if I get shot. It's nothing new."

"If that person is truly my soulmate, I feel like they would understand why I would bend over for Captain America, Spidey. Or they might join in if I'm really lucky." It was time to be real. He was just talking out of his ass. As per usual. "That is so much easier than what I'm used to. You are the best."

[spideyguy]

Peter was oddly silent when Wade mentioned the pole. He wondered what had pierced his own soulmate's heart. Probably a bullet. Peter stuck to the captured POW fantasy mostly, nowadays.

"Yeah, well, maybe you should ask them," Peter positioned his arm, aiming the webshooter. The men weren't talking about anything of consequence, so now would be the time to strike. "I try. On the count of three, break the glass?"

[beaarthur]

"Would if I could, Spidey." As soon as he found Francis, that was going to be his priority. But how do you even begin to find one person in a sea of people?

"Alright. One, two, three!" Deadpool's fist slammed through glass.

[spideyguy]

"They're still out there." At least for Deadpool. It's meant to be, that's how. Your soulmate was somebody that you'd come across; the powers that be didn't give you a name you wouldn't be able to find. Unless something happened. Like death.

Peter's web wasn't far behind, catching the Hulk Hogan type in the shoulder and yanking him up, through the raining glass.

[beaarthur]

"Yeah, but I bet ya they'll wish otherwise after they meet me." The words were mumbled bitterly.

Deadpool leapt onto the other one from up above, wrapping around the other man and getting him into a choke hold. The goon's arms flailed, but Deadpool was relentless with the squeezing. Ever so slowly, the man started to go limp until he passed out completely. Deadpool quietly set him down. Job well done! He easily hopped up on the many crates in the room, trying to be as quiet as possible as he leapt up to the opening he made in the glass above. A jagged piece of glass went through his left hand and he flinched, but still managed to pull himself back up to the roof.

"Owie." He said as he yanked the piece out like it was nothing. Yes, there was lots of blood, but that was nothing new.

[spideyguy]

"Deadpool, they're literally made for you. They'll take you as you are." And what that said about Wade's soulmate, well - look, there was somebody out there for everybody.

Peter slapped a webbing gag on the guy before he could so much as shout for help, quickly immobilizing him with the tacky restraints. That's how he was waiting for Deadpool, with the guy under one arm.

The stab of pain in his hand made Peter flinch, but he just shook it off. More phantom pain. It happened, now and again, but it wasn't real. His soulmate was dead and gone, wherever he might be.

[beaarthur]

"I see that you're into the art of kinbaku, Spidey. I mean, I always kind of figured you were kinky, but that web gag kind of gave it away." Deadpool rambled as he crouched down to look the Hulk Hogan cosplayer in the face. He flicked him in the forehead. "Well, hi there, brother!"

Wade noticed the flinch but didn't think much of it. He looked down at his hand. The blood had already stopped and was starting to heal.