Ruined [Angst - Folter - fürs Team]
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120_minutenTeam: Ravenclaw
Challenge: Angst - Folter - fürs Team
Titel: Ruined
Fandom: Spiderman, Deadpool
Charaktere: Deadpool, Spiderman
Wörter: 770 Wörter
Sprache: Englisch
Warnung: Slightly evil!Spiderman
It hurt.
It burned.
Wade wished he could die, over and over.
But he came back. Every single time. And every single time this dick came up with another creative way to torture him, to end his life as slowly and painfully as possible.
It would be easy for Wade to end it. Give this bastard what he wanted, just say the words and be free.
But Wade couldn’t do it, wouldn’t do it!
He wanted information about Spiderman. Spidey was the only good thing in Wade’s life and he wouldn’t betray him, wouldn’t lose him. Wade could take some pain. He had been through worse, much worse. Wade couldn’t die, so there was nothing to lose for him if he kept denying this guy what he wanted.
Just pain and torture. Something that Wade took gladly for his Spidey.
Over and over.
“So you maybe want to talk today?” Dick asked him with his calm and annoying voice.
“Oh, I could talk. A lot, that’s not the problem,” Wade answered with a big smirk on his face. “I could tell you how amazingly awful you look today. I could say that I wouldn’t even let you suck my dick anymore - and I have very low standards concerning this topic. I could tell you that I will kill you, painfully and slowly, doing everything what you did to me.”
“One problem. You are still in chains, stripped on this table.”
“Not forever though. One day I will get off this thing and then you should pray because there is nowhere you can hide when this day comes.”
The man had only an amused smile for Wade. “You won’t escape, Mr. Wilson. I personally made sure of it. This facility has the highest safety standards. You won’t get out of here. Not unless you tell me everything you know about Spiderman.”
“What do you want with him anyway?”
“This is none of your business.”
“You made it my business by dragging me into this,” Wade growled angrily and cried in the next second, when something hot burned on his breast. Fire it was today as it seemed. “You fucking-”
His angry words were muffled by the sound of the doors flying off their ankles and across the room. All Wade could see was a black fast shadow, jumping at the wall and crawling quickly out of sight.
Dick stopped with his treatment and stepped away from the operating table. “What was that?”
Wade couldn’t withhold the smile spreading on his face. “The man you were looking for.”
“Impossible.” Frantically Dick looked around, up to the ceiling. “Where is he?”
“Right behind you,” Peter whispered into his ears. Dick startled with a yell but was quick to react. He tried to ram the heated metal stick he was still holding in his hand into Spiderman’s body.
Peter didn’t even dodge, just grabbed the wrist of the man and squeezed it. Wade could hear the crack of the bones clearly, didn’t need to hear Dick’s shout of pain to be certain that Peter just broke this guy’s wrist.
“This was for hurting Wade,” he murmured with a deadly cold voice. “And now get out of here.”
Dick didn’t need to hear this twice. He stumbled to his feet and took off.
Spiderman stepped closer and removed silently Wade’s restraints. He had a dark suit on, not his normal red and blue. It was black and red. Wade felt aroused and scared at the same time. He had never seen Peter like that, angry and out of control.
“Are you alright?” Peter asked after Wade had sat up.
Wade nodded. “You?”
Peter tilted his head, and Wade could almost see the frown beneath the mask, but he stayed quiet. “Let’s get out of here.”
Peter offered support and Wade took it gladly, not because he desperately needed it but because he had been away for days and he had missed his cute little boy.
On their way out they passed several unconscious guards - hopefully no dead ones. Only a few were still awake, pinned to the wall by spider webs.
Wade’s gut twisted at this sight. It looked like he broke in here, not Peter.
“What did you do?” he whispered incredulously.
“What I had to,” Peter only answered. “I couldn’t leave you here.”
Maybe that was right. But there was one way and there was another. Peter always chose the better way. Wade hated to see that he didn’t today. And only to save him.
Peter had been the only good thing in his life and only now Wade realized that he already ruined it. Ruined him.
Challenge: Angst - Folter - fürs Team
Titel: Ruined
Fandom: Spiderman, Deadpool
Charaktere: Deadpool, Spiderman
Wörter: 770 Wörter
Sprache: Englisch
Warnung: Slightly evil!Spiderman
It hurt.
It burned.
Wade wished he could die, over and over.
But he came back. Every single time. And every single time this dick came up with another creative way to torture him, to end his life as slowly and painfully as possible.
It would be easy for Wade to end it. Give this bastard what he wanted, just say the words and be free.
But Wade couldn’t do it, wouldn’t do it!
He wanted information about Spiderman. Spidey was the only good thing in Wade’s life and he wouldn’t betray him, wouldn’t lose him. Wade could take some pain. He had been through worse, much worse. Wade couldn’t die, so there was nothing to lose for him if he kept denying this guy what he wanted.
Just pain and torture. Something that Wade took gladly for his Spidey.
Over and over.
“So you maybe want to talk today?” Dick asked him with his calm and annoying voice.
“Oh, I could talk. A lot, that’s not the problem,” Wade answered with a big smirk on his face. “I could tell you how amazingly awful you look today. I could say that I wouldn’t even let you suck my dick anymore - and I have very low standards concerning this topic. I could tell you that I will kill you, painfully and slowly, doing everything what you did to me.”
“One problem. You are still in chains, stripped on this table.”
“Not forever though. One day I will get off this thing and then you should pray because there is nowhere you can hide when this day comes.”
The man had only an amused smile for Wade. “You won’t escape, Mr. Wilson. I personally made sure of it. This facility has the highest safety standards. You won’t get out of here. Not unless you tell me everything you know about Spiderman.”
“What do you want with him anyway?”
“This is none of your business.”
“You made it my business by dragging me into this,” Wade growled angrily and cried in the next second, when something hot burned on his breast. Fire it was today as it seemed. “You fucking-”
His angry words were muffled by the sound of the doors flying off their ankles and across the room. All Wade could see was a black fast shadow, jumping at the wall and crawling quickly out of sight.
Dick stopped with his treatment and stepped away from the operating table. “What was that?”
Wade couldn’t withhold the smile spreading on his face. “The man you were looking for.”
“Impossible.” Frantically Dick looked around, up to the ceiling. “Where is he?”
“Right behind you,” Peter whispered into his ears. Dick startled with a yell but was quick to react. He tried to ram the heated metal stick he was still holding in his hand into Spiderman’s body.
Peter didn’t even dodge, just grabbed the wrist of the man and squeezed it. Wade could hear the crack of the bones clearly, didn’t need to hear Dick’s shout of pain to be certain that Peter just broke this guy’s wrist.
“This was for hurting Wade,” he murmured with a deadly cold voice. “And now get out of here.”
Dick didn’t need to hear this twice. He stumbled to his feet and took off.
Spiderman stepped closer and removed silently Wade’s restraints. He had a dark suit on, not his normal red and blue. It was black and red. Wade felt aroused and scared at the same time. He had never seen Peter like that, angry and out of control.
“Are you alright?” Peter asked after Wade had sat up.
Wade nodded. “You?”
Peter tilted his head, and Wade could almost see the frown beneath the mask, but he stayed quiet. “Let’s get out of here.”
Peter offered support and Wade took it gladly, not because he desperately needed it but because he had been away for days and he had missed his cute little boy.
On their way out they passed several unconscious guards - hopefully no dead ones. Only a few were still awake, pinned to the wall by spider webs.
Wade’s gut twisted at this sight. It looked like he broke in here, not Peter.
“What did you do?” he whispered incredulously.
“What I had to,” Peter only answered. “I couldn’t leave you here.”
Maybe that was right. But there was one way and there was another. Peter always chose the better way. Wade hated to see that he didn’t today. And only to save him.
Peter had been the only good thing in his life and only now Wade realized that he already ruined it. Ruined him.
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