Easier

The air rushed past him, running over his suit and his cuts like lava/span/p
His eyes close in quiet acceptance, and gentle hope
Perhaps this was an acceptable end
They would say he just didn't time it right
He opened his eyes and watched the ground come up to meet him
Then a red and black blur came out of nowhere, slamming into his side
His body screamed in agony as his cuts were opened further
And his fractured ribs were broken
But his descent slowed nonetheless
Deadpool was screaming at him
But he couldn't hear him over the sound of his own heartbeat
Why couldn't he just let him go?
Didn't he see it would be easier for the both of them?
He felt his mask ripped off and Wade's rough lips met his
Then he felt himself lifted and carried gently
He felt the repercussions of Deadpool's gun move the older man's body
Unable to do anything, Peter just held on to his neck as best as he could
Trying to concentrate on breathing without puncturing a lung
He blinked and when he opened his eyes, Wade's face was inches from his
The bright light of the sun was replaced by a fluorescent light
Wade's arms replaced by his grungy couch
And his suit, his identity, replaced with bandages
Wade was saying his name over and over
It sounded so sweet on the man's scarred lips
"Peter, why didn't you try to stop?"
He tried to take a breath, but started coughing
Wade moved beside him and brushed his too-long hair out of his face
"Don't. Relax."
Peter shook his head and took smaller breaths
'Because. I thought. It would be better. For me to just. Stop.'
"What do you mean baby boy? How could that be better?"
'I'm so tired. Of fighting. And I know. You miss your old life.
And I'm. Holding you. Back from that.'
Wade, for once, was silent
He knelt next the couch and gently ran his fingers through the younger man's hair
Then he spoke
"Petey, I know you think that I resent you for not letting me do what I do best."
Peter nodded.
"But I do it because I … well, I love you."
Peter looked up into his blue eyes and saw the truth
The care radiating from the assassin was something you couldn't fake
Wade's voice took on a lower growl
"And don't you ever scare me like that again.
Or I will follow you, even if it means dying thousands of times to stay with you."
Peter felt tears welling up in his eyes and reached feebly for Wade
Wade, understanding, laid down next to him and held him softly
'I love you too Wade.'