A/N:
Just a quick warning I guess. This does have strong themes in regards to Deadpool and his depression and boxes and stuff so read with caution. I tried my best to keep it from being too strong because I struggle with this stuff really badly myself but I'm still putting the warning out there. Stay safe.💙

~ Tyler

P.S. Again in case you forgot

[Yellow]

{White}
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SING TO THE SKY
Wade was silent, picking at the chimichanga in his hand as he stared unblinkingly at the road beneath him with Spiderman sat by his side. Silence and disinterest in chimichangas isn't something that people usually associated when they heard the name Wade Wilson or Deadpool and he could tell he was starting to unnerve the hero. His boxes wouldn't leave him alone today, his skin hurt badly and there was nothing he could do to make either of them better. He'd called the hero in the hope that he would help to make him feel better but it seemed that he just made the hero feel awkward, clearly Spiderman didn't know what he was supposed to be doing here but then again Wade hadn't bothered to explain it over the phone or out loud, he had just demanded chimichangas from his favourite Mexican food truck and that they meet here.
[We're a waste of space!] Yellow snapped making Wade flinch and almost drop his chimichanga onto the street below.
"Warn a guy next time!" Wade mumbled to himself, knowing that the hero would know he was talking to his boxes. It was the first topic Wade had opened up about and hell the kid had asked nicely and hadn't judged him or run away calling him insane.
{We are wasting his time!} White reasoned, {He is a hero and probably has people to save.}

Wade nodded. Maybe he was being selfish. He was pretty sure that the kid had better people to save than him but that still hadn't stopped him from dialling the number he'd stolen a while ago. He sighed, throwing his uneaten chimichanga over the side of the building into the open trash can as he stood up, looking over at the hero who was staring at him with his head tilted to the side in confusion. "You can go Spidey." Wade said, dismissing the other male. "I'm sorry I wasted your time." He stood at the edge of the roof, staring down at the empty street mentally judging the distance between him and the hero and how long it would take for the hero to shoot a web and catch him.

[Just jump! He can't exactly stop you!]

{Yeah, but we can't exactly die either!}

'Anything is better then this.' Wade thought, frowning.

[This is why you kill people for a living you'd quit and fail at everything. You even fail at staying alive.]

Wade flinched, Yellow's comment hitting a nerve within him. "You know why we're a mercenary."

Spiderman sat still, not moving from his seat on the ledge of the roof as he analysed the mercenary in front of him. The twitch of Wade's hand that hung near the loaded gun holster that was strapped to his thigh, the way his mask hung lower than usual over his face when he had been eating, a gloved hand masking the movements of his lips and especially the way he jerked and flinched as if he had been branded whenever his boxes had been talking along with the focus on the ground miles below. Finally he shook his head, standing up, "You didn't. I needed to get away tonight." He said, not giving any further detail as he shrugged his shoulders. He couldn't help but frown as the mercenary didn't respond, glancing up to make sure that Wade was still there. His silence, besides from the muttered comments to his boxes, was becoming almost worrying. Before they had become silent during their time on the roof, Peter had tried to setup jokes and even innuendos but the mercenary hadn't responded to a single one. It wasn't normal, not for Wade. Eventually Peter couldn't keep himself silent as he got up and walked warily over to Wade, "Is everything okay? You're really quiet."

Wade nodded, wincing under his mask as the leather of his suit rubbed across his sore skin. "I'm fine." He mumbled, fiddling with one of the pouches on his belt, trying to keep his movements minimal.

[Tell him the truth. Tell him you'll likely go home to stick a bullet in your head to silence us but you can't because we're you. Tell him that your skin feels like you're being torn apart over and over and stitched back together just to have the process happen again. Tell him you're so broken, you want to scream to the sky till your voice leaves.]

"Are you kidding?!" Wade demanded, curling his hands into fists before relaxing them again. "We can't!"

{Maybe he could help us.}

"Doubt it!" Wade muttered bitterly.

[You're a freak! You realise he probably thinks that too right? I mean he is just stood there watching you talk to yourself.]

A warm hand rested on Wade's shoulder, causing the mercenary to jump in surprise and the hand to fall back to the hero's side. "Sorry." Spiderman mumbled, "I didn't think I would scare you."
Wade sighed, playing his cocky positive act in the hopes that he could leave earlier and get back to his apartment, "You didn't. You couldn't possibly scare me, baby boy. You're too adorable."
Spiderman rolled his eyes from under his mask, "Cut the shit, Wade. We both know you're not okay." Wade froze, staring at the hero not really sure what to do. His earlier cockiness was fading away leaving him with nothing to shield himself from the harsh reality that he really wasn't okay. Not tonight.

[Here comes the abandonment!] Yellow laughed, [You do realise this is where it's going right? He's going to leave and you're going to be friendless and alone.]

"What are they saying?" Spiderman asked suddenly, causing Wade to raise an eyebrow at the other male. The visible skin under Spiderman's rolled up mask flushed pink from embarrassment, "Sorry I shouldn't have..."
Wade cut him off, covering the hero's mouth with his hand, "They keep telling me you'll leave if I tell you, Spidey."

Spiderman shook his head, pulling his head away from Wade's hand so he could grin and make a joke. "As if! Do you even realise the perks that come from being friends with someone who can't die?! Imagine the pranks we could do on Halloween!"
Wade laughed then, shaking his head, "You're such a kid, Spiderman."
"Peter."
Wade raised an eyebrow, "Excuse me?"
Peter shrugged, "My name. It's Peter. I know yours so it won't hurt to tell you mine."
Wade grinned, "Took you long enough! Two months of friendship and now we're finally on first name basis." He threw himself into the hero's arms, surprised that other male could hold him up even with all his weapons and gear, "When do we move in together?" He teased, his previous worries forgotten about for the time being. Peter grinned at Wade's random teasing, "How about never?"
"Aww baby! You're no fun!" Wade pouted, snickering to himself as
Peter dropped him onto the floor despite the sharp sting of irritation from his skin.

Peter rolled his eyes, hauling the other male back onto his feet. "I know you aren't having the best day." When Wade didn't respond, Peter shrugged and continued, "It's okay. Honestly it is. You don't have to explain it, just know that I understand and you can call me whenever. It's a hard life after all."

{You have no idea.}

[How could it possibly be hard for him?! He doesn't look like two avocados hate fucked each other!]

Wade raised an eyebrow, skeptical but determined not to disappear back inside his head as his boxes started yelling at him not to believe the hero again, "Really? I mean once I have an attachment as your best friend Petey, that's it. I'll annoy you forever."
Peter laughed, "I'm counting on it."
Wade grinned, grabbing the hero in headlock which took the other male only a few seconds to break free from, "Then it's a deal! I shall make you my best friend, young Padawan even if it kills me!"