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]

Deadpool didn't hear Spiderman at all. Instead he kept leaping from rooftop to rooftop, showing off his strength and speed to his hero. Yeah, he was showing off just a little bit. He couldn't help it.

While Spiderman entered the warehouse quietly, Deadpool busted through the window after him, crouched on the floor, pieces of glass sticking out of his skin in various spots. He looked up at Spiderman and said in a gravely voice, "I'm Batman."

Oh that motherfucker would be scared pretty soon.

[spideyguy]

"Would you quit making a spectacle of yourself?" Peter hissed, without any real mirth. It seemed he was losing his anger, the more he hung around Wade. Ugh, rude. What did make him genuinely irritated was the seeming disregard for his soulmate, as he crashed through the window for no apparent reason, making a mess of the glass.

"Here, you want to start this bad cop bad cop ordeal?" Peter asked, shoving the captive towards Wade.

[beaarthur]

"I'm not trying, Spidey. It just happens." He brushed the glass off, barely feeling it as he hopped up off the floor. The bond wasn't that strong right now, so he genuinely assumed it was something his soulmate wouldn't even notice. Especially not after all the other bullshit they had been through. Deadpool was like the bull in the china shop that is life.

"Does that mean I'm Martin Riggs and you're Roger Murtaugh?" Deadpool walked up to the Hulk Hogan goon, pulling a crumpled piece of paper with a crudely drawn image on it. It was of Deadpool and a bald-headed man with big x's over his eyes. "Have you seen this man?" he asked dramatically.

The goon just looked up at him with a weird look on his face. "How the fuck can I tell who someone is by a four year old's drawing?"

Deadpool flicked him right on the tip of the nose. "Bad dog. Where's Francis?"

The guy flinched. "...Who?"

"Ajax, you twat waffle!" Deadpool was starting to get pissed. "I know that you know where he is. Don't lie." He reached for his knife, pointing it at the other man as he grinned behind his mask. "Now be a good boy and tell me where he is, Thunder Lips."

[spideyguy]

This was true; Peter just bristled and ignored the prickle of discomfort. Just his imagination, yet again. Why wouldn't it stop torturing him?

"Why would I want to be Danny Glover? If anything I want to be Sam Jackson." Peter can't believe he's having this argument right now.

Okay, so the drawing was unexpected, but Peter just stood there with his arms crossed, taking in the situation. Even when Wade pulled out the knife, he just shrugged, eyeing the criminal. So he wasn't actually going to let Wade carve him up like a Christmas turkey, but the guy didn't have to know that.

[beaarthur]

"Well, I thought it was fitting because you're a little on the grumpy side. Okay, so we're making this Pulp Fiction? Why do I have to be John Travolta? I'd rather be Uma Thurman. Always be Uma. Especially in Kill Bill. Holy shit, Webs!" Deadpool just kept on rambling.

Hulk Hogan Jr. tried to inch away from Deadpool as soon as the knife appeared. "Look, I don't know what you're talking about -- "

Deadpool just rolled his eyes and headbutted the other man. "Una vez más con sentimiento, pequeño cochinillo!"

Jr. yelled in surprise at the pain. His nose was bleeding now. "I don't speak Spanish!"

"Oh for fuck's sake." Deadpool got right in his face, eyes lit up with fury. "Torturing me was one thing. But see, the shit he put me through in Weapon X affected my soulbond and that's just not acceptable, pal. You are going to tell me where Ajax is or I am going to fucking gut you."

[spideyguy]

"John Travolta is a bad ass, what are you whining about?" Alright, Peter would give him Uma Thurman. It was in the Quentin Tarantino canon, sure, why not?

Peter had never been particularly good at languages (he took Latin), but he was pretty sure Wade said something about a pig? It seemed appropriate.

"You better do as he says, man. Justice is swift," Peter said nonchalantly, pretending to examine his nails - through his gloves.