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1. El amar y el querer
It’s been two months since Deadpool left New York. Two months of quiet, uneventful patrols. Two months of not dealing with constant flirting. But also two months of no free food.
Deadpool was out of the country, doing a job Peter wanted no details about. As long as it wasn’t in his territory, it wasn’t his problem.
Those were Peter’s thoughts as he chewed one of the cookies his aunt had made for him.
That night had been exhausting. A large number of bank robberies and other minor crimes, probably because of the rainy season. The city was drowned in dirty puddles and a fog thick enough to blind anyone. Add that it’s three in the morning and voilà! the perfect recipe for crime.
That’s why Peter was taking his well-earned break.
A few raindrops were still falling, light and calm—he even felt at peace listening to them hit his suit.
But peace never lasts forever.
The sound of heavy boots splashing their way toward him was what alerted him to his presence.
Peter didn’t even move.
His spider-sense didn’t react.
—Of course… —he muttered to himself—. It can only be him.
The familiar red of the suit began to emerge through the fog.
Deadpool opened an umbrella and handed it to Peter to hold. Peter took it without hesitation, grateful for the gesture.
But something didn’t add up.
Even if just a day passed without seeing each other, DP would make a whole scene.
Now he was just standing there, looking at him. No attempt at getting closer, no comments about his trip or intense flirting.
Deadpool wasn’t acting like Deadpool.
Deadpool pulled out a small speaker from one of his pockets, turned it on, and started singing. Yes, singing. Off-key, with a deep voice lacking experience, but with theatrical passion.
♫♬♪ Casi todos sabemos querer… ♫♬♪ ♫♬♪ Almost everyone knows how to like… ♫♬♪ .
Deadpool pulled a microphone from another pocket—fortunately for Peter, it had no batteries.
♫♬♪ Pero pocos sabemos amar But so few know how to love ♫♬♪
Peter stared at Deadpool with raised eyebrows.
It took him a couple of seconds to process what was happening.
Was he singing… in Spanish?
♬ Es que amar y querer no es igual ’Cause loving and liking aren’t the same ♫
Peter knew Wade spoke many languages, even so it was strange to see him actually use them.
♫♬♪ Amar es sufrir, querer es gozar To love is to ache, to like is delight ♫♬♪
With every line, Deadpool gripped the microphone with more passion.
♫♬♪ El que ama pretende servir The one who loves longs to serve ♫♬♪
DP bowed to Spider-Man, like a knight asking a lady for a dance.
♫♬♪ Y el que ama su vida la da And the one who loves gives up his life ♫♬♪
Now he was back in place, standing under the rain, looking up at the sky.
♫♬♪ Y el que quiere pretende vivir And the one who likes just longs to live ♫♬♪
♫♬♪ Y nunca sufrir, y nunca sufrir And never to get hurt, and never to get hurt ♫♬♪
Now he made exaggerated faces of suffering, pressing a fist to his chest.
♫♬♪ El que ama no puede pensar The one who loves cannot think ♫♬♪
Peter really wished he knew what DP was saying.
♫♬♪ Todo lo da, todo lo da. El que quiere pretende olvidar. Y nunca llorar, y nunca llorar He gives it all, gives it all. The one who likes just tries to forget. And never to cry, and never to cry ♫♬♪
DP dropped to his knees on the rooftop, singing at the top of his lungs.
♫♬♪ El que querer pronto puede acabar Liking can end before too long ♫♬♪
He turned his gaze toward Spider-Man.
♫♬♪ El amor no conoce el final But love will never know an end ♫♬♪
He held his stare.
♫♬♪ Es que todos sabemos querer, pero pocos sabemos amar ’Cause we all know how to like, but so few know how to love ♫♬♪
The music continued, seemingly in karaoke mode because the lyrics were no longer heard.
Deadpool put his small microphone back in its place.
—SPIDEY!
Deadpool hugged Spider-Man tightly, almost completely covering his partner’s body with his arms.
—Pool, let me go —Deadpool only tightened his grip.
—You’re so cruel, you don’t see me for a week and this is how you treat me?
—Since when do you speak Spanish? —Peter was far more interested in the reason for that dramatic entrance, of which he hadn’t understood a single word.
—Since when do I love tacos and chimichangas, my dear spider?
—Always.
Deadpool made drum sound effects with his mouth.
—I thought my song would be what impressed you, not my amazing ability to learn languages.
—Just curious… though I hope you didn’t insult me in another language.
—Oh, our Webs didn’t understand my international feelings?
—Of course not, I only know a few words.
Wade smiled beneath the mask.
—The song reflects my feelings, my dear partner.
Peter was only more confused; he should’ve paid more attention in foreign language class and chosen Spanish instead of French.
—Translate it.
—I can’t.
—What do you mean you “can’t”?
—It’s a romance language, and the concept of “amar” and “querer” doesn’t exist in English, baby.
Peter and Wade kept arguing for a while longer until Peter checked the time.
They both went their separate ways, but Wade would use the knowledge he gained today to have fun this week.
2. Yo quisiera
The next day, Wade made sure his microphone had enough battery.
He checked it three times. THREE.
—I’m not repeating yesterday’s disaster —he muttered, tapping it like it was a loaded weapon.
Oh, he was going to enjoy this week so much with all the songs he memorized.
—Don’t look at me like that, my readers —he said, slightly turning his head toward an imaginary camera—. You don’t know what I went through.
(We do. You lived it with a trucker who cried to ballads.)
—It was quality music!
(It said “you cheated on me, damn you” every twenty minutes.)
{And yet you took notes of every song. That says a lot about you.}
Wade narrowed his eyes.
—It’s called cultural adaptation.
(It’s called being desperate.)
{It’s called being in love.}
Shut up.
—You don’t know anything about the art of courtship.
(Courtship? You yelled a song at him in a language he doesn’t understand.)
{And it worked. He didn’t leave.}
That…
That was true.
Wade went still for a second.
Then he smiled.
—Exactly. He didn’t leave.
(He stayed because he was confused.)
{He stayed because he wanted to understand you.}
Wade clicked his tongue.
—Details.
The boxes were annoying, very annoying.
He wouldn’t hear any complaints if he did it in French—he could, it was his second language—but there were already too many fanfics about that. We must be original.
Spidey would never abandon him, no matter how much he babbled around him. But if flirting with physical contact, money, or quality time wasn’t enough, he had to try new horizons.
Music.
Deadpool had stopped for tacos, as usual, to feed his favorite hero.
That way the food would match his plans, even if not all the music on his list was from the place where he’d been sent to unalive someone—but it had the same Latin vibe, right?
The bag was still warm when he arrived at the meeting spot: a playground. A dark, silent, unsettling playground.
—Why do playgrounds look like crime scenes when there are no kids? —he muttered.
A swing moved on its own with the wind.
—I don’t like that.
(Of course you don’t. Neither do we.)
{Focus. You came to seduce, not survive a horror movie.}
—Both can coexist.
At least he didn’t have to climb an endless number of fire escapes this time.
In the distance, he spotted today’s date, swinging on one of the sets.
—Spideeeeeey~ —Wade sang, waving the bag—. I brought fooooood~
Ever since he spent time in the neighboring country, he couldn’t eat Taco Bell anymore and preferred street stands. Now he perfectly understood the hatred for the crunchy tortilla-shell.
But Spidey didn’t understand it yet. He had to culturally educate him.
Wade kept shouting all the way until he stood in front of Spider-Man.
He noticed his Spidey had his mask slightly higher than usual when he eats. The moment he heard Wade, he pulled it down quickly.
—I knew it was you —Peter said, sighing—. No one else yells like that.
—It’s a natural talent.
—It’s noise pollution.
—And yet you come for the food.
Peter didn’t respond.
Because he was grabbing a taco.
Wade smiled.
(You’re cheap, Webs.)
{No, trust us. This is strategy.}
—Exactly —Wade whispered—. Strategy.
—What are you muttering? —Peter asked.
—Nothing important.
Wade placed the bag between them and, with unnecessarily dramatic ceremony…
He pulled out the speaker.
Peter didn’t look up.
—No.
—Yes.
—Pool.
—Webs.
—Don’t do this.
—I’m already doing it.
Click.
Peter sighed deeply… and, without looking up, took out his phone.
Wade pulled out the mini microphone, now with batteries, and took a breath.
♫♬♪ Lo que no sabes es que What you don’t know is that ♫♬♪
—… —Peter unlocked his phone—. Google Translate, don’t fail me.
♫♬♪ Yo quisiera ser ese por quien te desvelas y te desesperas I wish I were the one who keeps you up at night, the one who makes you lose your mind ♫♬♪
Peter started reading the translation; unlike yesterday, this time he was prepared. Or so he thought.
—I already lose enough sleep from patrol, DP —Peter finished his bite of food.
♫♬♪ Yo quisiera ser tu llanto, ese que viene de tus sentimientos I wish I were your tears, the ones that come from everything you feel ♫♬♪
—Why do you want to see me cry? —Peter frowned. Wade, realizing Peter was using a translator, smirked and sang louder.
(He just called you toxic.)
{No, he’s engaging. That’s progress.}
♫♬♪ Yo quisiera ser ese por quién tú despiertas ilusionada I wish I were the one you wake up for, full of hope and dreaming ♫♬♪
—I’ll wake up excited when you stop embarrassing yourself in the middle of nowhere —Peter grabbed another taco.
—We’re not in public —Wade replied quickly before continuing.
They both looked around at the empty park.
—…That makes it worse —Peter muttered.
♫♬♪ Yo quisiera que vivieras de mi siempre enamorada I wish you’d live your life with me, forever in love ♫♬♪
Peter rolled his eyes.
Wade paused to eat as well, missing part of the song.
Just as he was getting to the best part, police sirens began to sound.
Spider-Man reacted instantly, putting away his phone and sharpening his senses.
—Bank on 5th —he said, already ready to shoot a web.
And he leapt into action, like the good superhero he is.
—Hey, wait, I’m not done with the—
Too late.
Spider-Man was already gone.
Wade’s romantic moment had been interrupted.
(It was never romantic.)
{They saved you from crumb-feeding like a pigeon, o como te dijo el camionero, MIGAJERO}
—Shut up, you can’t stay quiet even for the narrator.
He was already used to Spidey leaving, but being abandoned in the middle of his performance was rude.
Still, Wade wanted to finish the song, even if it was just him and the voices in his head.
♫♬♪ Pero tengo miedo de que me rechaces. Y que solo en mi mente vivas But I’m afraid you’ll turn me away, and live only inside my mind ♫♬♪
Wade watched Spider-Man swing away between buildings toward a bank that was probably being robbed.
♫♬♪ Para siempre… Forever… ♫♬♪
3. A Dios le pido
During the next patrol, they ended up in a major confrontation. For some reason, the Lizard was out of his cell, causing chaos to lure Spider-Man out.
It all started with one thought from Peter, “the patrol is quiet.”
Want some advice? NEVER SAY THE JOB IS QUIET.
He didn’t even get five minutes of rest before he heard the chaos erupting across the city.
The Lizard burst out from the street, smashing a car like it was a toy.
—Spider-Man! —he roared—. I knew you’d come.
Peter landed on a bent streetlamp.
—Wow, how romantic. Do you also write my name in your diary or do you just break out of prison to impress me?
The Lizard smiled, showing far too many teeth.
—I didn’t come alone.
As if on cue, several criminals emerged from between the buildings.
—Seriously? —Peter placed a hand over his chest—. A team? What’s next, matching shirts?
—If you have help… so do I.
Peter glanced over his shoulder.
—That knockoff only shows up sometimes, he’s not help… —pause—. I mostly babysit him so he doesn’t get himself killed.
—I HEARD THAT! —Deadpool shouted from somewhere.
(He said it with love.)
{No, he didn’t.}
—YES HE DID!
—Shut up and help! —Peter shot back, firing a web.
The fight dragged on longer than he would’ve liked. A large part of the block was destroyed during the battle. There were explosions and screams of pain. Peter didn’t need to look to know who was causing that chaos.
—Spidey! I’ll handle the extras! You fight the final boss!
—It’s not a video game!
—Everything is a video game if you try hard enough!
Peter kept track of the fight below whenever he had a second of rest between swings.
Every time a criminal tried to escape, Deadpool stopped them. Shot in the legs—but alive.
Peter would never say it out loud, but he was grateful to have him as a partner.
Then he heard a crash. The ground shook as if an earthquake had started.
—Oh, great —Peter looked back—. Reinforcements.
Rhino charged into a building, shattering thousands of glass shards that could hurt civilians.
—How bad is prison that you guys need to rotate shifts to survive it?
Rhino didn’t respond.
Rhino switched places with the Lizard. He hit much harder, and Peter was starting to lose energy. He blocked as best as he could, but the impacts sent him flying several meters, forcing him to gain height with webs to avoid the blows.
Maybe that’s why he couldn’t help when Deadpool was cut in half.
In the distance, amid the chaos, there were still innocent people who hadn’t escaped. Among them, two little girls. Hidden behind an overturned car that served as their shield. A shield that wouldn’t protect them for long. The Lizard had seen them, and now he stood in front of them.
Peter was too far away to do anything. He tried to move in their direction, thinking of a plan to stop the Lizard from hurting them.
But he was intercepted. A blow from Rhino sent him crashing into a wall, punching a hole through it.
Too late. The Lizard was already raising his arm, claws ready to pierce through the girls.
What should have been a tragic scene turned into something else entirely.
Between them and the Lizard… stood Deadpool.
—No —he said.
So they had done their research. Deadpool had a weak point when it came to hurting children.
The claws pierced through his torso, splitting him in two.
Silence fell.
Peter found an opening to shoot a web at the girls and pull them to safety.
—Run —he said, voice breaking—. Now.
The fight continued. When Rhino was also exhausted, they made a strategic retreat, escaping... for now.
—This isn’t over, Spider-Man.
—Get therapy! —Peter shot back.
Peter ran to check on Wade. He picked up both halves of him, pressing them together to help him heal faster. A transverse cut at the level of the fifth intercostal space.
—Deadpool!
Then Peter heard Wade, with his dramatic voice, singing into the air, one hand raised toward Peter’s face:
♫♬♪ Un segundo más de vida para darte One more second of life to give you ♫♬♪
Peter resisted the urge to hit him just to make him stop. He closed his eyes for a second, trying to calm himself and think.
He pulled out his phone, already knowing what was coming.
—Don’t start
♫♬♪ Y mi corazón entero entregarte And my whole heart to surrender to you ♫♬♪
DP, not satisfied with being cut in half, pulled his heart—literally—out of his chest. Blood ran down his arm with the rhythm of its beat.
Peter immediately shoved it back into place.
♫♬♪ Y a tu lado para siempre quedarme And stay forever by your side ♫♬♪
—Even if I didn’t want that, you’re always here anyway. Interesting song choice today.
♫♬♪ Un segundo más de vida yo, ¡A Dios le pido! One more second of life, that’s what I ask God for! ♫♬♪
—Do you even believe in anything? —Peter asked, more softly.
♫♬♪ Y que si me muero sea de amor And if I die, let it be of love ♫♬♪
—You don’t die even when you’re cut in half —Peter said, though without the same mockery as before.
♫♬♪ Y si me enamoro sea de vos And if I fall in love, let it be with you ♫♬♪
“Here we go again,” Peter thought, rolling his eyes at the millionth confession from his partner.
♫♬♪ Y que de tu voz sea este corazón And let this heart belong to your voice ♫♬♪
Wade’s voice was fading.
♫♬♪ Todos los días a Dios le pido Every single day, I ask God ♫♬♪
Then silence.
Apparently, blood loss, ripping his heart out, and wasting oxygen singing had finally caught up with him.
Peter could no longer feel a pulse. His skin felt cold, and there was no reaction to pain.
He was dead. Again.
Peter hated how lightly Deadpool took death—especially knowing the things Peter had gone through in the past.
—…Idiot —he whispered.
He dragged him into a nearby alley.
Minutes later, the sound of ambulances and police sirens approached.
While waiting, Peter took out his phone again. He searched for the song using a line he remembered.
He opened the full song. He read it, trying to understand what Deadpool had been trying to say.
—…You don’t pick these at random, do you?
He looked at Wade’s unconscious body.
—But there’s no way you’re serious…
Pause.
He put the phone away.
—…You’re way too ridiculous for that.
Peter sighed.
He leaned against the wall and waited for Wade to come back to life.
As always.
4. Por amarte así
Spiderman and Deadpool were teaming up again. To investigate a human trafficking ring.
—All the data points to this bar franchise —Peter looked over the city maps, covered in notes, police reports, and photographs of suspicious locations, all connected by red lines imposing order.
—There’s nothing I hate more than rapists —Deadpool’s gaze darkened.
—Deadpool…
—I know, I know. If I try to kill anyone, I’m off the case.
(But if one of them breathes too loudly near us—)
{No.}
(But if they accidentally trip onto our katanas—)
{NO.}
—I’ll behave —Wade said, crossing his arms like a scolded child.
(For now.)
Deadpool paced in circles around the meeting room… or rather, his apartment living room.
—What’s the plan, Webs? Crash the bar and take them down?
—We’ll have to go undercover. We need solid evidence before acting.
—Ohhh so that means a date at the bar? —Deadpool sounded excited.
—It’s just to stay undercover, don’t get excited —Peter sighed, already thinking about how to hide his identity as a civilian.
—An intimate moment in a romantic setting?
Peter stared at him.
—It’s a mission.
(Confirmed: date.)
{Confirmed date!}
Wade smiled.
—It’s a date.
—It’s not a date.
—It is for me.
[...]
The place they were investigating had records of suspicious disappearances. Young adults with attractive appearances who were never seen leaving the bar. But due to the lack of witnesses and cameras pointing at blind spots, they still couldn’t force their way in.
And to make matters worse, and to Peter’s bad luck, it was a gay bar.
The bar had a policy of not letting anyone in who wasn’t part of the community.
And for that, you had to be a regular customer already on the list or bring a companion.
Deadpool was excited to have an outing, even if it was just for a mission.
They also had a dress code, or so it seemed—everyone wore similar clothing. Outfits with little fabric and provocative styles, some very flashy and others a bit more conservative.
Of course, Peter opted for whatever covered him the most. A biker outfit without a shirt was the most he would allow, along with a black face mask and dark glasses.
He wouldn’t let Deadpool see his face.
—If you don’t dress like them, they’re going to kick us out, wear something else —Deadpool tried desperately to get Spiderman to wear tighter pants and a mesh shirt
—You should change, you look like a clown
Deadpool had a very colorful outfit, bright red flared pants and a white transparent shirt that showed a lot of skin, though his face was also covered by large pink glittery glasses and a matching hat.
—You’re jealous I have better taste than you
They were already a few streets away from the bar.
The nightlife atmosphere could be felt from a distance. Neon lights seeping through cracks, an entrance guarded by men dressed in black, a long line to get in.
—What should I call you? —DP asked during the short walk toward the line
—What should I call you? —Spidey asked back
(Spidey is interested in knowing more about us!)
{He just returned the question, genius}
—Wade —Deadpool gave a small bow—Wade Wilson
—Tell me you just made that up and didn’t reveal your real name to me
—I didn’t tell you my middle name if that makes you feel better
They reached the line and got in it.
—You’re unbelievable —Spidey facepalmed
—I know
—Let me think of a name
While Spidey was deciding on an alias for that night, Wade began to hum a melody
♫♬♪ A un paso de tu boca y sin poder besarla One step from your lips and unable to kiss them ♫♬♪
The line was getting shorter. Which meant the guards could already see them and judge whether they could enter.
Wade didn’t miss the opportunity, singing and getting closer to his Spidey, who couldn’t pull away or make his annoyed faces today
♫♬♪ Tan cerca de tu piel y sin poder tocarla So close to your skin and unable to touch it ♫♬
Spidey had already taken out his phone as soon as he heard the melody had lyrics. He looked at Wade with a raised eyebrow as he felt Wade place his hand on the exposed skin of his chest
♫♬♪ Ardiendo de deseos con cada mirada Burning with desire in every glance ♫♬♪
Wade enjoyed the contact, and although Spidey seemed shy about being in a public place, he didn’t make disgusted faces or pull away
(Is that a blush I see on that little face?)
{Impossible, it must be the lighting, Spidey would never blush because of us}
♫♬♪ Por amarte así For loving you like this ♫♬♪ x3
There were only two people left in front of them, who were having trouble getting in
The guards were asking for proof, the apparent couple didn’t seem comfortable with what was being asked. A kiss.
They refused and were taken out of the line
Now it was Spiderman and Wade’s turn.
But the guard only gave them a glance and opened the door
Wade entered dancing to the rhythm of the music, Peter followed behind him
(We’re so gay)
{If we had known they’d force us to kiss, we would’ve pretended to be straight}
Inside the bar-club, the atmosphere was exactly what it looked like from the outside
The place was packed, women and men dancing without worries, some with large glasses, others with brightly colored scarves, others holding fluorescent drinks.
From the outside, nothing seemed out of place. A normal entertainment venue, even by NY standards.
—Let’s find the information, you go right, I go left —Peter was about to leave when Wade grabbed his arm and leaned close to his ear
—You still haven’t told me what to call you
Peter sighed
—Call me —He thought for a moment, there was no way he’d be found with such a common name — Peter
—An old man name, got it —Wade winked and went off to be the extroverted being that he is
Peter approached the bar to order the cheapest drink on the menu. Shortly after, someone approached him, a bulky man, though much less so than Wade, and sat beside him. He ordered an exotically named cocktail and turned to look at him.
—Do you come to places like this often?
—Yes —As soon as Peter received his drink, he began to sip it to avoid the stranger’s gaze
—Strange, a customer wouldn’t dress like that after being here once —Peter could feel the stranger’s eyes on his outfit —And you shouldn’t hide your face, I bet you’d have better luck if you let the world see your eyes —The stranger reached to remove Peter’s glasses when he heard a familiar voice
Why was Wade on stage with a microphone? They separated five minutes ago!
Wade began to sing, Peter recognized the melody as the one he was singing in the line
He instinctively took out his phone to translate it
His companion watched him curiously
♫♬♪ Preso del amor que me engañaste un día A prisoner of the love that once deceived me ♫♬♪
Peter read the lyrics, not noticing that his companion was signaling other men to come closer
♫♬♪ Contando los segundos que pasan por verte Counting the seconds that pass just to see you ♫♬♪
A smile slipped from Peter, it was definitely something Wade would do
♫♬♪ Haciéndote culpable de mi propia suerte Blaming you for my own fate ♫♬♪
Oh come on, if he meant to say I bring him bad luck, then he should stop hanging around him, he had the Parker luck curse
♫♬♪ Soñando despierto con hacerte mía Daydreaming of making you mine ♫♬♪
Peter didn’t manage to read that translation, the men were surrounding him, pulling him toward a corner of the bar. And Peter tried by all means not to reveal his strength, so he had to let himself be carried along
He shouted Wade’s name, a name that was lost among the loud music and the singing of people.
♫♬♪ Será It will be ♫♬♪ ♫♬♪ Será como tu quieras pero así será It will be however you want it, but it will be ♫♬♪
He felt the man who approached first take off his glasses and face mas
—Well, my intuition doesn’t fail, we’ll really make good money with a face like yours
The men opened a door leading outside the bar. The cold of the night hit him suddenly.
He felt a strong blow to the head and from there he lost consciousness.
♫♬♪ Si aún tengo que esperarte siete vidas más Even if I have to wait for you seven more lifetimes ♫♬♪
The lyrics continued being sung from inside, while a different kind of music could be heard in the alley.
The men were undressing Peter, touching him in places he would never allow to be touched.
A black van was waiting to receive the new product
Instead, the van was covered in a new coat of biological red paint
And instead of holding Peter, it was filled with bodies that no longer breathed
♫♬♪ Me quedaré colgado de este sentimiento I’ll remain hanging onto this feeling ♫♬♪
Wade had stained his suit, the rage and adrenaline hadn’t left his body yet.
He covered Peter with a blanket and took him away from there
♫♬♪ POR AMARTE ASÍ FOR LOVING YOU LIKE THIS ♫♬♪
5. Quédate esta noche
(Is Peter upset?)
{Of course he is}
—We don’t even know if he gave us the right name
Wade was sitting on a chair in his kitchen. Surrounded by a confused and traumatized Peter.
As soon as they arrived at his apartment, he made sure to put him in comfortable clothes and cleaned off any stains that might have splashed onto him.
But Peter could only think of one thing
—You killed them
Wade showed no signs of regret
—They hurt you
You exposed us and now they know they’re being followed
—I won’t leave anyone alive if they hurt you
—Deadpool
But Wade wasn’t looking at Peter. His face was still uncovered, and Wade hadn’t imagined that this would be how he would finally discover what was behind the mask.
While Peter was unconscious, Wade investigated each of the people involved, now that he knew what they looked like and how they operated.
He quickly found their records. They were all fugitives or already had charges against them.
Sometimes Wade thought that Spiderman’s heroism kept him from acting the way things should be handled
Those idiots deserved nothing but death
But Peter didn’t see it that way
He wasn’t the voice of justice, that was the judges’ job. His role was only to stop them
Peter clenched his fists.
—You don’t get to decide who lives or dies.
—They already decided when they touched you.
—That doesn’t give you the right!
—And it doesn’t give you the right to let them keep doing it!
The air grew tense.
—My job is to stop them —Peter said, quieter, firmer—. Not execute them.
Wade laughed.
But there was no humor.
—And then what? You take them to the police? They get locked up? They escape? They repeat it?
Peter didn’t answer.
Because he knew what happened.
Because he had seen it.
—Not all of them change —Wade continued—. Some just wait for the next opportunity.
—Then I’ll stop them every time they escape.
—And meanwhile they hurt more people
Silence.
The boxes didn’t speak.
For the first time in a long time.
Wade finally turned his face toward Peter’s. Seeing him properly for the first time.
His face was flushed, his eyes glassy, his lips slightly parted.
Spidey really was beautiful
And Wade knew that his sense of justice was what he was most proud of
—You could have stopped them —Peter insisted—. You could have turned them in.
—They were dragging you. They were breaking you —he continued—. And I was supposed to… what? Ask them nicely to stop?
—You were supposed to trust me!
—I did! —Wade took a step toward him—. And look what happened!
Their voices rose. Now both were shouting, not thinking about what they were saying
Peter lowered his gaze for a second.
Just a second.
—…You can’t save everyone —Wade said, more quietly.
—Neither can you —Peter replied.
—I’m not trying to.
There it was. The difference.
—If you keep doing this… —Peter hesitated.
Wade lifted his gaze, waiting for what came next, expectant, even knowing where this was going
—I can’t work with you.
Silence.
And just like that, the Spiderman-Deadpool partnership ended
Wade walked toward the door, pausing for a second before opening it
Without turning around.
—Just so you know…
Pause.
—I don’t regret it.
He opened the door.
—I’d do it again.
And he left.
(...)
Days later, New York doesn’t stop no matter the conflicts of its heroes. Crimes continued, accidents happened, and people were hurt.
Spiderman could be seen swinging through buildings, saving people every night
From the outside, it looked like nothing had changed
Wade watched him from a distance.
(This time we really messed it up)
{We lost the love of our life}
Wade stayed on the rooftop, struggling to grieve like a normal person and not like a serial killer
That would only complicate things more
He tried to fix the problem his way, but judging by Spiderman’s silence, it hadn’t been enough
Then Wade pulled out a small speaker and at a low volume began to sing
♫♬♪ Es por todo este enredo It’s because of all this mess ♫♬♪
♫♬♪ Desearía ser más prudente I wish I were more careful ♫♬♪
♫♬♪ Seguramente mi credibilidad Surely my credibility ♫♬♪
(We have no credibility, we screwed up)
{Spidey will never trust us again}
♫♬♪ Está por los suelos Is on the floor ♫♬♪
{In the underground}
♫♬♪ Y por eso, justamente And that’s exactly why ♫♬♪
♫♬♪ Te escribo esta canción I’m writing you this song ♫♬♪
(You couldn’t pick another one? You’re going to make me cry)
Wade already had a few tears building up in his eyes, dampening the mask
♫♬♪ Para que sepas, que tal vez me contradigo So you know, maybe I contradict myself ♫♬♪
♫♬♪ Pero si de algo estoy segura But if there’s one thing I’m sure of ♫♬♪
♫♬♪ Es que quiero estar contigo It’s that I want to be with you ♫♬♪
Wade began to raise his voice more, with each verse singing with more passion
(I wish it rained like in the first chapter, it would add more drama)
{We don’t want to repeat ideas}
♫♬♪ Seré sincera, quédate I’ll be honest, stay ♫♬♪
♫♬♪ Esta noche conmigo Tonight with me ♫♬♪
♫♬♪ Por favor Please ♫♬♪
Wade turned off his speaker, but it hadn’t been enough.
He knew several bars where he could go sing his entire repertoire of songs he learned with the truck driver
Now he understood the feeling perfectly
+1
Peter didn’t want to ignore Wade, he really didn’t
But the more he tried to find a moment of calm to think, the more his problems piled up
During the day, he was busy helping his aunt, working, and studying to finish his doctorate.
At night, crime seemed to triple
And there was no sign of Wade anywhere.
Peter didn’t like fights. He didn’t want to lose one of his best friends in his superhero life. Wade was one of the few people who truly understood him without judging him.
After a few days alone, he managed to cool his head enough to reflect on the reason for the fight.
Wade was just protecting him, after all
It wasn’t the best reaction, but he hadn’t killed anyone innocent.
Peter wanted to use the bar case to distract himself; solving crimes was one of his favorite things to do. So it was both a pleasant and unpleasant surprise when he saw that the place—and all its other branches—were closed. The police were already on the case.
Later, he found out that Wade had acted on his own, gathering information to dump at the police offices and force them to act
He really needed to find him
Patrol was over, but Peter decided to swing around a bit longer, hoping to spot that familiar red suit wandering the streets
It was the sound of a karaoke that led him to him
There he was, dressed only in his red suit. A beer in one hand and a microphone in the other.
From outside, laughter and off-key voices could be heard singing along with the performer.
Wade was using a joking voice, but the kind Peter knew he used as a shield.
♫♬♪ "Hace un mes" "A month ago" ♫♬♪
They were halfway through the song when Peter decided to walk into the karaoke, not caring that civilians might see Spider-Man entering a bar full of drunk people. None of them seemed fully aware anyway.
♫♬♪ "Solía escucharte y ser tu cómplice" "I used to listen to you and be your accomplice" ♫♬♪
It was true, Wade was always there for Peter.
Peter could only watch from a corner, making sure Wade wouldn’t see him
♫♬♪ "Pensé que ya no había nadie más que tú" "I thought there was no one else but you" ♫♬♪
Peter thought about how to approach him to fix things, but simply walking up while he was the center of attention didn’t seem like a good idea
♫♬♪ "Yo fui tu amiga y fui tu compañera, ah-ah-ah" "I was your friend and your companion, ah-ah-ah" ♫♬♪
—How did Wade even pick these songs? It was too similar to their situation
Or maybe he was just as affected
♫♬♪ "Ahora dormiré" "Now I will sleep" ♫♬♪
Wade’s voice dropped in tone, and Peter shivered
—He doesn’t mean sleep the way I think… right?
♫♬♪ "Muy profundamente para olvidar" "Very deeply, just to forget" ♫♬♪
Shit, I think he does — Peter thinks
♫♬♪ "Quisiera hasta la muerte para no pensar" "I’d go as far as death just to stop thinking" ♫♬♪
—Yeah, he’s definitely talking about suicide again
Peter really hated that Wade saw it as an escape when he knew how much it hurt him
♫♬♪ "Me borro pa quitarme esta amargura, ah-ah-ah" "I’ll erase myself to get rid of this bitterness, ah-ah-ah" ♫♬♪
The crowd started shouting for another song; at least the shift in mood made Wade stop looking like an abandoned puppy
Peter hid behind some tables when Wade scanned the crowd
—They’re really milking this broken heart —Wade laughed, taking a sip of his beer. —Don’t worry, folks, I can do this all night!
♫♬♪ "Quiero ya no amarte y enterrar este dolor" "I want to stop loving you and bury this pain" ♫♬♪
They had changed songs. Peter realized this one wasn’t about forgetting anymore—but about starting to move on
♫♬♪ "Quiero que mi corazón te olvide" "I want my heart to forget you" ♫♬♪
Or maybe not, maybe he still had a chance
♫♬♪ "Quiero ser como tú, quiero ser yo la fuerte" "I want to be like you, I want to be the strong one" ♫♬♪
If only Wade knew Peter had been struggling just as much—only his civilian life never gave him a break
But then Wade stopped singing, asking the DJ for another change
♫♬♪ "Tal vez yo deba resignarme y no llamarte más" "Maybe I should accept it and stop calling you" ♫♬♪
This time, his voice sounded more regretful—almost like a shout
Wade even had to pull the mic away to avoid blowing it out
♫♬♪ "Tal vez yo deba respetarme y no rogarte más" "Maybe I should respect myself and stop begging you" ♫♬♪
Only then did Peter realize something
He checked the phone he used only to contact other heroes, there were messages from Wade he had never opened
Now he felt a thousand times worse
♫♬♪ "Tal vez deba dejar con toda dignidad" "Maybe I should walk away with dignity" ♫♬♪
Wade had every right to be upset
The song continued until Wade stopped halfway through and asked for another change
Then Peter and Wade’s eyes met
Wade knew Peter was there, listening to his pain
He clenched his fist tightly around the microphone and almost started shouting
♫♬♪ "Me atrapaste me tuviste entre tus manos" "You caught me, you had me in your hands" ♫♬♪
No, no—this time Wade switched microphones. One that wasn’t connected by a cable.
He started walking toward Spider-Man, who now had nowhere left to hide
The rest of the bar noticed him too
♫♬♪ "Me enseñaste lo inhumano y lo infeliz que puedes ser" "You showed me how inhuman and cruel you can be" ♫♬♪
Wade reached him, stopping just a few steps away
♫♬♪ "Te fingiste exactamente enamorado" "You pretended to be completely in love" ♫♬♪
—It was never fake —Peter tried to speak over the loud music
♫♬♪ "Aunque nunca me has amado, yo lo sé" "Even if you never loved me, I know it" ♫♬♪
—Pool
♫♬♪ "Me dijiste que jamás podría olvidarte" "You told me I would never be able to forget you" ♫♬♪
—I didn’t see the messages, can you stop this?
♫♬♪ "Que después, iría a rogarte y a decirte, bésame" "That later I’d come begging you, asking you to kiss me" ♫♬♪
Peter could barely keep up with responding to Wade and checking his phone to understand what he was singing
♫♬♪ "Yo luché contra el amor que te tenía y se fue" "I fought against the love I had for you—and it left" ♫♬♪
—Wade, wait
♫♬♪ "Ahora" "Now" ♫♬♪
Wade took a few steps back
♫♬♪ "Ya te olvidé" "I’ve forgotten you" ♫♬♪
Deadpool dropped the microphone and walked out of the bar. The drunk patrons booed. Spider-Man ran after him
(...)
Wade ran across rooftops, jumping between ledges, climbing stairs, and throwing himself off heights no one could survive
And it all would’ve worked—if he weren’t trying to outrun Spider-Man
He was finally caught in a web, stuck mid-air against a brick wall
—Congratulations, Spidey, you caught me —Wade said, his voice rough in his throat —Now what?
—Wade —Peter hung from a web at his level
—Don’t call me Wade, this is over, right? You don’t want to be seen with me, or patrol with me, or even answer a damn message
—I’m sorry
—No, I’ll never stop killing, you were right
—Wade
—I won’t bother you anymore, get these webs off me, I’m gonna be late for my flight
—Flight? —Peter, who was about to release him, stopped
—I’m leaving New York, you don’t have to worry about me anymore
—What? No, you can’t leave
But Wade wasn’t listening, just asking to be let go
Peter didn’t know how to make him listen, until he saw the microphone sticking out of one of Wade’s pockets
Before starting, he glanced around to make sure no one was recording him
Peter positioned himself beside Wade, making sure he was looking at him
♫♬♪ Cause that’s just the way life goes ♫♬♪
(Peter is singing to us? He’s singing to us??? He sounds like an angel!)
{Don’t forget he hates us}
♫♬♪ I push my luck, it shows ♫♬♪
(Look at him, listen to him, he thinks we’ll forgive him just because of a song)
{He did say we had terrible luck}
♫♬♪ Thankful you don’t send someone to kill me ♫♬♪
(Like we could even do something like that)
{We did consider it once when we thought he was seeing another hero}
(If he wasn’t ours, he wouldn’t be anyone’s)
♫♬♪ I love you, I’m sorry ♫♬♪
Wade tried to calm the voices when he caught the phrase
—What? Spidey, you sing terribly, I didn’t get that
—I love you, I’m sorry —Peter took Wade’s face in his hands
—I think my amazing bar performance messed with your head, you shouldn’t take music so lightly
—I love you
Wade went silent. He felt Peter lifting his mask halfway up his face.
—Wade, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that
—I broke your rules
—You saved me
Wade clenched his fists
—You’re just saying that so I won’t leave
♫♬♪ As sick as it sounds, I loved you first ♫♬♪
Wade threw his head back and laughed
—That’s a complete lie, you don’t even consider me a friend
—I can’t be friends with someone I like
—You never returned any of my gestures
—We’re on patrol, Wade —Peter lifted his own mask — I just hadn’t realized it before
Peter leaned closer to Wade’s face, their lips brushing
—Can I?
—I’d never say no
PLAYLIST
- El amar y el querer - José José
- Yo quisiera- Reik
- A Dios le pido - Juanes
- Por amarte así- Cristian Castro
- Quédate esta noche- Mon Laferte
- Tu falta de querer - Mon Laferte
- La de la mala suerte- Jesse y Joy
- Así no te amará jamás- Amanda Miguel
- Ya te olvidé- Rocío Dúrcal
- I love you, I’m sorry - Gracie Abrams