Wade Wilson's Guide to Studying Your Spider

The Chelsea Piers Sports and Entertainment Complex looks as dead as every other building on the street this late at night. To be quite honest, Wade doesn't actually know a lot about this place, just that it used to be four old piers turned into a rich-geezer establishment. It has a nice gym, but it's not the kind of place he normally squats in.

Tony said Peter's last ping was here. It wasn't much of a clue for Scooby and the gang, Peter could literally be anywhere on the block, but it's all Wade has to go on. He crosses his fingers, cocks his gun, and hopes this isn't a waste of time.

He cuts through the parking lot after brief surveillance and the go-ahead from Tony, who'd relocated a few streets away at the behest of Wade. True to Stark's word, no one is guarding the front door, which is odd. Sneaking in isn't a problem for Wade, despite his reputation for being a loudmouth. He can be quite the stealthy little minx when he wants to be, the special military opts team he was trained in makes sure of that. Strategy is another thing they'd ingrained into his brain, and that's something these guys apparently lacked.

Squinting and holding up one of his guns, he crept across the lobby. Tony was kind enough to give him the schematics of the building beforehand (so maybe he isn't entirely useless), and since this place is supposed to be bustling with people during the day, it's doubtful they're keeping Peter locked in the theater room. Too much clean-up if things get messy and too likely that a guest will find something they're not supposed to.

What Wade is looking for are storage closets, back rooms, and maintenance areas. Anything that won't be seen during opening hours and is too hidden to be stumbled upon. He crept past the fancy dining halls and the fitness center, following a path to the kitchen, and from there, a maintenance hall.

It's quiet. Too quiet, if you'll forgive him the cliche. It's unnerving. The way Weasel talked about this group implied that Wade had his work cut out for him. He was prepared to bust knees and splatter brains. Where are his knees and brains?!

There are a few cameras, but those are child's play. If he has been spotted, they're very good at playing hide and seek. Then again, he has three more piers to scope out, Peter could very well be in one of those.

But, well, this one was the best option. Close to the water, close to the land, and was the ideal spot for a speedy get-away if needed.

But maybe he's giving these guys too much credit.

Still, there's an aura of unease surrounding this whole place. Feeling antsier and antsier as the silence wears on, Wade peers around corners praying that someone, anyone, will be there that he can aim his gun at, and he's not even religious. But there's nothing because this place is fucking empty.

Just as he thinks he'd picked the wrong pier, a blood-curdling scream breaks the silence like a thumbtack. A thumbtack because it's so faint and muffled, he would've missed it entirely if he was just a few more feet down the hall.

What a pleasant turn of events.

With a little bit of searching, he finds a maintenance door towards the end of the building with a staircase leading down. Holding his footsteps close to his chest, he makes it to the first landing and examines the long hallway. Still nothing. The lights don't flicker on and off, but they are dim, pulling shadows from every crevice.

Spooky horror movie say what?

The hall is narrow with an occasional door that he tests. All of them are locked. He takes the time to press an ear to each one, trying to pick out any noises inside, but they're quiet too. If he doesn't find anything down here, he'll come back and pick the locks to confirm, but right now, his gut is telling him to find the source of that scream, and out of all his body parts, his gut had the least amount of bullshittery.