Summary:Spider-Man and Deadpool stage a trap for Giovanni, the man behind the kidnapping of five year old Brian Freeman. Things, of course, get weird. Log Info:Storyteller: Keiko |
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Striiiive for, for liberty! Lift yourself up on your feet! Lets get it on!
The smooth sounds of ladies singing through a cell phone speaker, with a beat layered beneath them, are coming from Deadpool's cell phone. The mercenary is lying in the middle of the warehouse, surrounded by shrapnel and body parts. Something terrible happened to him; his upper body and legs are intact, but his lower half is literally in the process of regrowing and merging back together. One hip bone is exposed, there's a lot of muscle and flesh that can be seen writhing about as it regrows, and no skin from his thighs up to his belly button. It's a good thing he hasn't fully regrown yet, because he has no clothing to cover that area.
He's managed to collect a pair of fully loaded M16's, stolen from the dead or dying thugs, along with a handful of spare clips.
"Lift yourself up on ya feet! Lets get it oooon!" he's singing in a terrible falsetto.
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Brian was ecstatic to get home, and his parents were the same way. They probably heard him say to keep a close eye on him, but he could understand if they were a little overcome.
He launched himself back into the skyline, sending a text to Wade with one hand while webslinging with the other. "OTW back. ETA 4 min. You okay?"
The commotion at the warehouse is bound to have attracted attention and it has. As Deadpool lays there, in pieces, a side door opens. A familiar silence drops over the place, dulling the music that is blaring from the cell phone.
Coming into Deadpools peripheral vision is Giovanni. The tattooes on his bald head, glowing. He stops, well out of reach he thinks and smirks "You think you can take my packages, just like that?"
Spider-Man isn't getting any major pulses, but he IS getting a slight feeling of unease. Either it's the Spider-Sense, a normal sense of foreboding, or it was the chimichanga he had for lunch.
He goes from cruising speed to flank speed in less than ten seconds.
"Here it comes, here it…" Deadpool cranes his neck upward, frowning when the music dulls down JUST before Kanye gets to the 'poopity scoop' part. "Actually, yeah," he says. "I do." Then, for extra measure, he adds, "Jackass."
He intentionally ignores Spidey's text message, hoping that the lack of a response will light a fire under the web shooter's toosh.
"You think you can just take a kid from his family, just like that?" he mocks. "That's how psychopaths like you are made. Ten years from now we're gonna see ol' teenage Brian in the news, after shooting up an arcade or something, because of some fucktard like you."
No response. That could be bad. Not sure, but he has the Parker Luck, and he's playing the odds. It's another 30 seconds before he can see the warehouse, and that sense of unease is growing. It's DEFINITELY not the chimi.
"I do, yes. We have done already and we do so even more." Giovanni's accent is heavy. Spanish. "But we don't let those who interfere with our plans get away lightly. I'm not sure how you're still talking, amigo, but you will pay for what you have taken from us."
The snake tattoo on his arm glows and the asps that Deadpool is so familiar with, slither across the floor towards him.
"We will recover Brian and make him one of ours."
"Hey, Chrome Dome!"
The voice comes from above, on the metal brace near the skylight. There, a red-and-blue man looks down at Giovanni.
"I hope you got an exotic-animals permit, baldy, or else you're going to have a PROBLEM."
"God, this is some serious Heaven's Gate shit," Deadpool all but seethes. "I dunno what your whole thing is, but getting off on kidnapping kids and transforming them into whatever the fuck it is you're doing?" He reaches over to snatch up one of the M16's. "Bad form, am…"
And then there's Spider-Man saying 'chrome dome'. You can practically see Wade grimacing beneath the mask.
Wade suddenly leans to the side, ignoring the fact that he can't sit up or really move too well, and grabs one of the two M16's in arms reach. He perches himself up on an elbow and starts unloading on the glowing snakes. "GO GET 'IM, SPIDER-PANTS!"
Spidermans call from above has Giovanni looking up and sighing. "Children." he sighs, moving his finger in an intricate gesture. The metal brace starts to disintegrate, leaving Spiderman no perch at all.
"Heaven's Gate? Not at all." Giovanni directs his attention to Deadpool. "Our Lord Plokta reigns over a dark domain. Join us and he will give you all your heart desires."
Another gesture and one of the M16's turns into another snake that rears into the Mercs face. Those asps are getting closer and Deadpool can feel the cold as they do.
Spider-Man feels the metal buckle and lose cohesion, and he leaps to land on the floor, standing to face Giovanni. "Really? Can he give me all your TEETH on a necklace? Because that sounds pretty good."
He starts walking toward Giovanni. "Get ready for your first installment on that…"
"Yyyyeeeeaahhh, no thanks," Deadpool answers, and is about to reach for the other M16 when it as well turns into a snake. You can see Wade's breath coming through the mask as the air around him becomes quite cold, and he shrieks. "Oh, fuck!" The other gun he's holding is swung about to bat the snake away, and now he's -really- pissed. He stares at the gun in his hand, and rather than fire it, he throws it away as well. "Really wish I hadn't wasted that grenade," he mutters, before turning to watch as Spider-Man squares off against Giovanni.
"Hurry up, man!" he urges Spider-Man. "These snakes are gonna turn me into an icicle!" He reaches down to retrieve the knife from his boot, and scowls at the asps closing in on him. "Ohhhhh maaaaan, this is gonna suck worse than that one time I drank my own pee in Afghanistan."
"He might be able to, if you were worthy enough." Comes the response from the tattooed man to Spiderman. He rolls his eyes as the blue and red man advances on him. Another gesture and Spiderman is surrounded by a faint green mist.
It clouds his mind and he's assaulted by images. Of a better life. One where Uncle Ben survived and they were a family. No becoming Spiderman, just Peter Parker, science geek.
"I told you. Your hearts desire."
Turning back to Wade, Giovanni smirks, the asps striking out at the merc. Deadpool still has a gun, what's he going to with it? "And what about you? What is it your heart desires? My God, Plokta, can offer you anything…" The green mist starts to swirl about Deadpool as well.
Spider-Man falters in his step, and he suddenly holds his head.
Uncle Ben is alive. They are going to go to graduation, and he was going to give his valedictorian speech. He stepped up to the podium, and looked to Uncle Ben. He was smiling…
Uncle Ben is dead.
No, he's not. He's right there, I got to him in time, he's…
Spider-Man freezes.
The truth…or a pleasant lie?
The hole in his heart told the truth. The pain is real.
Spider-Man LUNGED out of the cloud, his arm cocked back, his fist ready to knock Giovanni's block off…
Grasping the one gun he's got left, Wade turns it upon the asps that close in on him, grimacing. However, his vision is suddenly clouded, and the world swirls.
His mind is shattered enough already… what is his heart's desire? The images flash about in rapid succession. A beautiful woman smiling at him. Two people, likely parents, embracing in a clean home. A man seen in reverse - body parts coming together in the midst of an IED that is un-exploding, until the body parts form into a soldier that is running backwards, away from Wade. A gigantic line of cocaine on a hooker's ass amidst thumping bass and disco lights. An image of himself in a mirror, handsome as ever, without a single mark or scar on his face.
The taste of steel in his mouth? What?
Wade sees a moment in the fog and recognizes that he's eating the tip of the gun. Eyes go wide beneath the mask, and he suddenly growls. "NO!" He pulls the gun away, aims it directly at Giovanni's forehead, and pulls the trigger for a kill shot.
Spider-Mans hit connects, with enough force to knock Giovanni forward, pushing him out of the way of Wades shot. The bald man laughs and sends up a prayer. Lord Plotka aid me. He's surrounded by a shield of dark glowing light.
Two asps are distengrated as the weapon is discharged at them. Two more circle getting even closer.
"Really, is that the best you can do?" Another flick of his fingers and the floor beneath Spider-Man becomes like quick sand, slowly drawing the youth down.
Even though both have cleared the mist, they can still hear the whispers. Join with Plotka. He can give you *anything*
Spider-man looks down at his feet, and then up to another high steel beam that hadn't been disintegrated. He didn't know if the first beam really was degraded, but this one looked solid.
THWIPP/THWIPP! Two weblines shot out to strike the beam and hold there. Spidey HEAVED himself upward, going in at anngle to wheel around the beam, shifting his weight to aim his arc downward.
The first asp got the strongest shot a five-ton punch could manage, while the head of the other asp is engulfed in webbing. He lands hard, but is still on his feet.
"Wade! Killing the creatures means he can't immediately summon them again! He…SHOOT THE TATTOOS!"
Wade's mind is still reeling from the bad trip of all bad trips. However, Spider-Man's voice cuts through the haze and the whisperings of insanity, and he simply acts on instinct, like a soldier being given an order. The gun is wheeled about, and he aims for the nearest of those asps, aiming for the tattoos on their bodies as he fires.
The floor beneath Spider-Man is still liquid as he swings. The youth certainly chose the right beam to connect to, it holds.
The first asp shatters into a shower of green 'gas' that tries to wend its way back to the tattooed man.
The same with the second.
Giovanni grunts in pain as the creatures are destroyed, staggering as his shield starts to fail.
Wades shot hits his forearm, bringing a scream of anguish from the mage. "Plokta aid me!" This time, Giovanni sends out gouts of viridian energy at the two masked … men. Using that cover to fall back to the doorway. "I know you now … Plokta won't let this insult stand."
Spider-Man has dodged bullets, buckshot, and baseball bats, but mystical energy travels at a different speed. However, Spider-Man has gotten very good at NOT being where the shooter thinks he is by the time the projectile gets there. He jumps from floor to pillar to beam, each time getting a little closer.
"Maybe…you should..say I…told him to…"
And then he is right there. "SIDDOWN!" he barks, this time aiming his punch for the tattoo that is closest and most visible.
Wade tries to move, but all it does is cause his healing midsection to rend itself a bit. "Ahhh, dammit!" he shouts, and takes aim once more at the mage's forehead. However, the energies swirl about his face, and for a moment, all he can see are two Giovanni's, and two Spider-Men. His aim wavers, and the gun drops to his lap. "Remind me never to pick a fight with crazy people," mutters the crazy mercenary.
Spider-Mans punch connects with a tattoo on Giovanni's head. Another punch that dazes the mage even more. Theres blood now and ink - that covers the Spider-Mans glove.
A portal slowly opens behind the bald man as he falls back. "Plokta will take you if you give yourself to him …" They can both feel the cold dread that comes from the portal. They can also feel the promise of their heart desires. "And we will recover our children."
Sure Giovanni will. He's a mess at the moment.
The portal starts to close once the mage tumbles through.
Spider-Man glared at him. "You gotta come through ME first!" Yeah, they can't all be winners.
He fires webbing in a wide spread through the portal until it closes completely. It may not be doing anything, it might be messing up his day for hours, but it makes Spider-Man feel better.
Wade just sits back on his haunches, not really able to move or do much to aid Spider-Man's fight. However, once the mage is gone, his head begins to clear. Mostly. There's still a haunting sense of what could have been, what could be, and for a man like Wade Wilson, it's very hard to fight that off.
"Jesus, what a creep," he says, and lets the gun clatter to the floor, still staring at the place where Giovanni once stood. "You really think he- no, nevermind." Deadpool shakes his head and sighs, letting it flop back against the floor with a boney thud. "That kid's not gonna be safe with his parents," he points out. "Or with the cops."
Spider-Man nodded. "Yeah. I might have to pay him another visit and give him one of my Spider-Tracers that he can keep with him. I did tell his parents that the kidnappers might try something again. Same with Ricardo. Gave him a Spider-Tracer, already."
"Good thinking," Wade answers, and finally manages to rend himself into a seated position. There's… enough of him healed up that he can at least do that, but fortunately nothing inappropriate is showing yet. "But, between you and me…" He turns to look at where the portal had disappeared again, considering. "… I'd… rather he not get kidnapped again. Ya know? I mean, kidnapping people is a dick move anyway, but when they're kids?" He mock whispers, "Extra dick move."
Spider-Man nodded. "Agreed…but what can we do other than watch them 24/7? This is the best i can do with what I got."
"Seriously," Wade agrees. "Well, let's… try and figure something out." He grunts. "But you try first. I gotta get myself home and… you know." He motions to his midsection, then laughs out loud. "Really, remind me not to ever do that again, okay?" He laughs again, sighs and reaches for his phone. "Never. Again."
Time to call another Uber. He's totally gonna get his account revoked.
Spider-Man looks at Deadpool for a long moment, then sighs and says quietly, "Where do you need to be dropped off? I'll take you home."
"Nope. Nope. I got this. Seriously, no one's coming around this place, I got six friends outside, and honestly…" Deadpool lolls his head back and forth. "The next part's gonna be really gross." His hand comes up and he waves Spider-Man away. "Go on, shoo! Go spin a web somewhere and catch that Spider-Woman chick. She's obviously got the hots for you."
Spidey is startled again. "What? Her? Me? We barely know each other…"
He looks at Wade, wondering if Wade is trolling him, but sighs. "Well, I guess I'll find out. As long as nobody blindsides you in here, then I guess I can handle leaving you here. But you need help again, don't be shy about texting me." He chuckles, thinking about Wade and Spider-Woman carrying on earlier.
Wade and Spider-Girl sittin' in a tree…M-O-C-K-I-N-G…
He shook his head. His brain was doing that a lot these days.
"Okay. Take care of yourself…" He looked down at Wade, then finished lamely, "…as best you can." And then he was off, web-slinging his way up and out.
"HA!" Wade laughs and fingerguns at Spider-Man. "You're funny, Spider-Guy. I'll be fiiiine." He lays back, and punches up that song that was playing earlier on his phone. Suddenly, the warehouse is filled with a throbbing beat, and Kanye West's voice mimicked by Wade's as well.
"Poopity scoop! Scoop ditty woop!"