Peter Parker (Also known as Spider-Man ) knows Wade Winston Wilson (Also known as Deadpool) is dangerous.

He knows that he's a murderer, knows that taking a life means nothing to Wade. Knows that the only reason the merc doesn't kill in his city is because Peter, Spider-Man asked him not to. He knows the types of jobs Wade takes and he knows exactly what he does on them. None of it is hidden from him and they've had the same arguments about these exact same topics over and over throughout the years. Wade has never been embarrassed about what he does and he's never shy'ed away from letting Peter know exactly what he was getting into with their friendship.

So none of this information is new.

But.. Wade doesn't bring what he does and who he is when he's doing those things to back to New York. He's never the dangerous psychopath around Peter. He's not cold like the rumors Peter hears them say he is, he's not cruel or gleeful about murder like the other Supers tell him. Wade just isn't like that with Peter. They've been friends, best friends for longer then Peter's been Spider-Man by now.

He'd thought, maybe, that everyone might be exaggerating just a little bit. Not intentionally, but Wade pisses enough people off that it wouldn't surprise him if the people who hired him beefed up his reputation a bit, if for no other reason than because they were.. embarrassed? He doesn't really know what he was thinking, other then that the Deadpool Peter had always known hadn't ever been anything like the Deadpool whispered about when they found out Wade was his friend.

And yeah, maybe it made the other Supers look at him warily when Peter confirmed with them that, yes, he is very much Wade's friend as well, and no it's not because he has to be.

And maybe some of his Rogue's gallery always decide they don't want to fight Spider-Man the days Deadpool teams up with him, but those were all such small things. Little things buried under Taco Tuesday, a large, strong arm over his shoulder companionably, a smacked hand going down to his ass when he thought Peter wasn't looking, Video game marathons and introducing Wade to the horror/delight that was Let's Plays.

It had just never made any sense.

Because why would a World Class Mercenary, The World's Best Mercenary if all the things whispered when no one thinks he's paying attention behind his back were true, want anything to do with Spider-Man? Yeah, he was a Hero, sure. But he wasn't one of the big Hero's. He mainly protected New York from petty crime, and only helped out in the big battles when the others had no other choice but to call him. Most of the other Supers didn't even like him andeven the ones who did thought he was to flippant for Super Hero-ing, to unprofessional, to young (never mind that he's been doing this since he was 16, longer then even Tony Starks been Iron Man. It doesn't matter to them when he looks so young)

The worst he has to deal with is the low-level Super-Villains that couldn't make it in the big leagues. (And Venom. And Carnage but the less said about those two the better.)

So anything the others told him was always met with a vague feeling that they just didn't know Wade the way he did. Didn't understand the sharp but ultimately kind man under all his issues. Because that was one thing Peter knew the others never exaggerated.

Wade had issues, big horrible issues but that was kinda a requirement to get into the Super community at this point. He wouldn't be able to point to one Super, be they Villain, Hero, or somewhere in-between and say with certainty that they were completely emotionally stable.

It just wasn't true.

You had to be a special type of person to put on a suit, or a mask and try and change the world. For Good or Evil

They were all messed up in some way, Deadpool just didn't make any type of excuse for it. He was what he was and if Peter didn't realize it (the way one person had pointedly told Peter at some point. "Naive." she had sneered at him, "Naive and optimistic. Your going to get yourself killed. ") then he at least accepted it. And that was more the Peter could say for most of the people they knew. The sad truth was that most Supers killed, even when they didn't want to, didn't mean to.

It was just something you had to accept or it would destroy you. Even he'd- even he'd killed people in his career. It was never intentionally, never something he did knowingly or willingly but it had happened. It was horrible and it kept him up more nights then not when he consciously remembered.

Flashes of faces he had loved but failed, eyes looking out to him for help but he wasn't quick enough to react, the terror some of the thugs he'd fought had on their faces as they realized how very inhumanly strong he was, all of it haunted him.

He might have denied that at one point when he'd first became Spider-man but he'd been through so much, lost so many people, met even more who weren't good in the traditional sense but who tried so damn hard to not be bad, that thinking in only black and white just wouldn't work anymore.

He still had faith in people, he knew he'd never be able to kill with the righteousness that Ironman and Captain America seemed to project, then turn around and act like they were better than people like Deadpool.

He just didn't have it in him anymore to be such a hypocrite.

But to get back to what he was saying before getting distracted on what made a Hero, he knows that Wade is dangerous. Know that people think of him more as an Anti then as a Hero, but he'd never seen Deadpool the ways others do. Never seen the Merc with the Mouth work as the Merc with the Mouth.

So seeing Wade here, right now, seething quietly in the corner of his cell is disturbing. Wade doesn't not talk, he doesn't stay still somewhere quietly no matter what's happening. Hell, Peter's seen the man mock a goddamn Hydra scientist while all his limbs wiggled around him on the ground. The idiot doesn't know the meaning of Shut the Hell Up.

But apparently he does because the silence is much more ominous than any type of threat Peter's ever heard Wade make. And Peter's heard a lot of very annoyed, creative insults through the years.

"W-hat sort of t-time do you call thisssss?" His voice comes out shredded and Peter has to resist the urge to swallow reflexively, because he knows all that will do is irritate his already fucked throat. Wade doesn't even twitch from his scratchy question.

His eyes, or at least what Peter assumes are his eyes since Wade's not moving his head, are still scanning the horror that is his body stretched out languidly on the lab table.

Peter takes a deep breath and tries to say his name, get him to respond but nothing happens, his voice won't come out and that's when it really hits him how very fucked he is if Wade's gone into another one of his catatonic states with his Boxes. He can't talk Wade out of it like this, not with the way his voice won't work and with the way he's chained down he won't even be able to go towards him.

Peter tries to jingle his wrists, tries to slip out of them or hell, even break them in a way he hasn't for days now. Not sense they decided to see how far his healing went when when skinned. The rattles of the vibranium chain draws Deadpool's attention the way Peter's voice, as weak as it had been hadn't been able to, and the man seems to tense even more. But he does start moving which is all Peter can ask for at the moment.

He won't be able to get out of this alone and he's too tired to be Spider-Man unless he has to be.

Deadpool's hands, when he touches Peter wrists are considerate in a way Peter knows he only acts around him. They trail down the scars of where the skin had been peeled and then healed with Peter's own regenerating power but didn't quite met as smoothly where his original skin is.

Soon Wade's questing fingers are on the swollen joints of his shoulder, purple from being popped in and out of place over and over, down to his neck which Peter knows holds a scar across his neck going down his chest, and criss crossing on either sides of his ribs. He knows that Deadpool knows what those scars mean, knows that they had to have cut him open at one point, peeling back muscle and fat to get to the bones and organs underneath.

Peter can't read Deadpool's expression through his mask, a rarity after being friends for so long, but he's so gentle when that single hand cups his bruised cheek, knows he's safe when those strong arms rip the chains from the wall, all without moving Peter an inch. Knows he is the safest person in the world when Deadpool lifts him like he's a delicate, precious thing and just breaths into his hair. Even covered in the entirety of the Hydra bases blood, Peter knows he's safe.

Because yes, Peter Parker- Spider-Man, knows Deadpool is dangerous. Knows it fully and in all it's truth from watching on the monitors in front of his dissection table, as Wade had single handedly slaughtered his way through the base, that Wade Winston Wilson is dangerous. So much more dangerous than Peter had ever realized, knows that if the other Supers were right in this, they were probably right on everything else they'd said about Wade behind his back.

Peter understands that.

But he also knows something the others don't, something they'll probably never realize while they judge Wade on who he is and what he does.

Peter knows that Wade would never be just Deadpool to him. He would never only be that psycho killer that everyone tried so hard to warn Peter about in the beginning.

"Hey, Baby boy." Wade's voice is soft as he carries Peter out of the room he's been in since he was ambushed. "Sorry it took so long, the traffic was terrible. You would not beeeeee-live how many cars I had to jack just to find the right one." But his eyes (and when had he taken his mask off anyways?) never leave Peter's face. Their intensity, if he hadn't known Wade so very well, would have been intimidating.

Peter can't help but laugh, a raspy, bloody sound that has Wade's eyes turning into pretty blue ice and a snarl tugging at his lip, "Oh, Ow. N-no making me l-laugh-h-h-h- at Doc-ctor Who Ref- Ref- Refrenc- Things." He can't help it, of course Wade would know what he was talking about, even when he's so far down in his madness induced fury that their stepping on and over the corpses of the men who's decided it was time to experiment on Spidey.

"Sorry honey-bun, no can do. Gotta make sure those pretty doe eyes of yours stay open. Who knows what might happen if I don't fire back on your witty remarks! We could lose our comic! We could lose each other, spidey-babe! And believe you-me, you do not want to see what I turn into without my very own Arachnid-Boy." Wade's voice lifted even higher in a venom filled sing-song tone, one Peter normally only heard when Carnage tried to take a bite out of him, or when Clint stole the last slice of pizza in the Avengers fridge. "No one does."

Yes, Peter thinks as he passes out, Wade's roar of terror in the backdrop an annoying but comforting sound. Deadpool may be just as dangerous as everyone had always told him, but he'd never been dangerous to Peter.

They'd work on the rest of it later.