I have absolutely no idea where this came from, but I knew that I wanted you guys to see Wade in a different light. Hope you guys like it, comment please, let me know if Wade is okay.

Spiderman finally peeled himself off the floor, after the sixth time hitting his face on the hard carpet…he literally means hard carpet, it looks crusted by something that he prays is paint…or ketchup…anything really that doesn't hint at violence.

Slipping to his feet, with a slight swaying motion and spinning head, he leaned on the couch to hold himself upright.

It was then rounding a corner. It was then that he saw something that made his heart stop for a second.

Deadpool was without his mask. Deadpool talking to himself….

Deadpool was in an apron.

He saw Deadpool.

He was, Deadpool was, talking to someone- no to himself. Spiderman was used to the whole, Deadpool talks to himself thing, but now that he really paid attention, now that he saw that it wasn't just a gimmick to throw people off, like everyone rumored…well, it hit home. Deadpool was crazy. He was crazier than…than…hell there was no one he could even compare Deadpool to. Joker was too…well, yeah and Gobby was crazy sure, okay well at least Deadpool can halfway function. Still though, what the hell happened to this poor guy?

The merc's face looked as if it had been shoved through a meat grinder, it made his heart clench slightly. Only there was no pity, or despair for his kidnapper, as the kid had expected. His soul was gripped by the edges of anger, by an all-consuming rage. Spiderman and Peter Parker, both sides of the same man, for the second time in his life felt the void of revenge beckoning him towards its dark grasps. He wanted to hurt whoever had done this to Deadpool. He wanted to find them, and-

And he wanted them gone. He wanted someone to pay, in every way imaginable.

He, this- this feeling terrified him, pushed him to the brink of who he was. It threatened to tear his person apart, to turn him into what he hates. It terrified him. He needed, he needed…

He needed to get away from here, from this feeling. He needed to figure this out, figure-

"Oh Spidey, you're awake," He felt his eyes widen behind the mask, his gut dropping tenfold. This wasn't supposed to happen. He wasn't supposed to get caught.

The hard wood, mold ridden floor moaned and squeaked like rabid mice beneath his feet. The call of breakfast allured him. The shift, look on Deadpool's face had him trapped.

He was scarred beyond belief, so much so, Peter reckoned that if he'd known the man before whatever accident that awarded him that face, he wouldn't have been able to recognize him. It hurt to think of someone that can, would do that to another person, especially someone as nice as Deadpool. Sure the guy was a huge pile of dicks all wrapped up in one neatly wrapped psychopath, but the guy really did just want to help most of the time.

"Yeah," he whispered shaking himself out of whatever trance he'd been put under, "I'm awake. I'm awake, and you know as much fun as slumber parties usually are, I'd um…like you know to know the specific whereabouts of my clothes," he said, straining to remain calm, whelmed on a level below screaming hysterically. "Also, um…where the fuck am I, and lastly why the hell did you help me."

Deadpool for all his crazy, blinked at him slowly, the ever present grin that Peter always imagined to be a permanent residence on his face was nonexistent, as a mental war raged within the handsome…no wait he means scar-no, damn it… man's head.

"Wel-" He shifted in front of Spiderman, he seemed uncomfortable for reasons unknown to Peter. This man who was usually bright and never stopping, was frozen, as if his brain had malfunctioned. It looked like something had broken within him.

"Deadpool, are you, I mean did I say something to offend-"

He couldn't move.

Wade couldn't- he

He saw, he saw his face.

Spiderman saw his…ugly mutilated face.

The boxes, he could hear them, could barely comprehend the words they threw like battle axes through the blank pits of his mind. His mind was bare and void, unsure and timid. He felt two feet tall, and exposed even to someone he supposedly had fallen in love with. But love was a strange term to him. Love was something he'd read and heard of, something he craved, but knew was untouchable by someone like him. Still he craved for it, desired to act off of said love. Wasn't that the reason he dove head first to save a falling spider from the clutches of death. Wasn't that the reason he brought the spider back to his home?

What was he doing?

What the hell was he doing?

What is he supposed to say?

[Tell him the truth]

{Who the fuck cares, tacos!}

[Not now, he needs advice, not fun and games this is serious]

{As in Serious Black…I thought his name was Spiderman?}

[No not- no he's Spiderman, but the situation is serious. Forget him Wade, just talk, do something, but stand there. Act normal, if he accepts you hurray throw a wedding, if not let him go.]

{We're going to kill him right, as in stab him in eye if he's an ass}

[…Yes, I'm surprised at you maturity for this situ-]

{And them paint with his insides, we could make a really cool gut art, and send it to Logan, you think Logan…oh no Sabertooth would like that, I think he'd like that}

[Never mind]

He couldn't, even with the boxes, wrap his mind about what he was supposed to do exactly. Shit Spiderman was talking to him, and not only was he the ugliest person alive, now he's the stupidest, smart job Wade, you've earned yourself the dumbass award of the year.

"Did I…Are you okay, Deadpool, are you okay," Spiderman was in his face now shaking him furiously, something smelled like it was burning and he could hear his phone vibrating, and he was still frozen, wearing a dumb apron in his filthy, stupid kitchen, that he honestly hated with the man he's loved since he first met him probably ready to just about to leave him just like everyone else in his life had.

"Um…yeah your clothes are in the laundry room, first door on the right." He pointed down the hall, as his words came out in a forced whisper. Something felt wrong, shifted in a way that was almost uncomfortable. He wasn't quite sure what this was, what he was doing, but it felt like he'd forced the wrong puzzle piece in place somewhere just to make himself work. Only he wasn't really working, just on autopilot, like those first few days after the whole weapon x experiment. Like those days when he's his mouth was glued shut, and his muscles, and body still weren't his. When his face was physically hurtful to look at in the mirror or his thoughts weren't his own and his powers were his only by theft. And he felt wrong, just wrong. He still feels wrong on most days.

[Wade] White box said almost a plea in his head, [Wade just take a deep breathe, you're fine, we are going to be fine] but he didn't feel like that. He didn't feel fine, just a wreck.

{The food is burning, the food is burning} He shook his head, yellow box and unwelcomed figure at the moment as he pried a burnt pancake from the pan.

He could still feel, Spiderman's gaze on him, warm and settling, yet nerve racking and new. He kept his back turned, head down until he felt his spider, no until he felt Spiderman begin his journey down the hall.

[Deep breathes Wade, pull your mask on, and ease yourself into this. Don't rush, he's not gone yet. If he truly cared about your face, he'd have marched off the second he saw it.]

{Why don't we play a game? I like games, we can play sorry, or solitaire, or black jacks. We can…} Yellow box wasn't comforting at all, yet an annoyance today. Right now.

Still he slipped his mask on, the comforting weight upon his skin, a cool promise that everything would be okay. He slipped it on like it was a religion, wore it like the cool cleanse of a devout man, and prayed that it would hide his faults, his doubts, his sins. He prayed it would protect what was left of the unscarred portions of the man within, the one who knew nothing of secret experiments and murder and blood. He prayed this piece of fabric would shield what was left of his soul.

So Yep that just happened. I don't really have anything to say except that I wanted you guys to view Wade as just a man who was crazy and in love. I wanted you guys to truly see his struggle with who he is as a man, rather than a science experiment gone wrong. So I hoped I achieved that.

Next time on Over the Edge:

He had no idea what was going on, but he did know that whatever was eating at Deadpool was not okay. That he couldn't just leave the man to sort whatever this was out on his own.

Special bonus, Daredevil makes an appearance, and chews Wade out for leaving him in a dumpster again.