SpideyPool (Sick Spider)

Wade's POV:

 It's been two whole days since I'd seen my friend and I was beginning to worry. I know that it was supposed to go on for another day but something more than the voices in my head told me to go check on him. Because I'd promised to not visit Stark decided to put up only surveillance. Who cares I miss Spidey, bust open that door! says Yellow.

"Shush" I say.

It takes me but a moment to forcefully open Peter's door. Inside I look for my friend.

"Hey?" I call out.

The bed was in disarray and there was food still left out. I walked around to the other side of the bed to find a mass of blankets on the floor.

"Spidey?" I call again.

There is no response. I start walking back to the bathroom and take a peak inside before heading back to the blankets.

"Peter this isn't funny, are you here?" I say while moving the blankets around.

The mass starts to move as I make contact with warm skin. I scoop up the mass and immediately put him back onto his bed.

"Pete are you okay?" I ask again.

I hear a muffled groan before a mass of soft brown hair emerges from the blankets. His eyes remained closed as he reaches out and flops onto my chest.

"Five more minutes" he mumbles.

"Listen I- Are you ok?" I ask again. I'd never seen him this bad before.

"Sure thing I'll get right on it" he says. 

"What does that even mean?" I ask worried. He rubs his face on me and starts dozing off again. I go to push him away and wake him when I hear a sound behind me.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Stark shouts.

"He's not feeling well" I tell him.

"I KNOW that, what are you doing?"

"I just- LOOK at him. This is not helping" I say.

Stark sighs more out of frustration than anger.

"Ok listen Wade, I need you to get out." he says while taking his limp body out of my arms.

"Please let me help" I plead.

Stark doesn't answer and takes Peter into the bathroom.

"If you're going to help keep the cold cloth on his forehead to reduce the fever, and if he starts waking up keep him awake." Stark commands while leaving the room to find some medical supplies.

I take off my gloves and start putting some cold water in his hair and a damp cloth on his forehead. I was struck for a moment when I realized just how soft his hair is. His lashes are so long. He looked so good even if he was sick. I was embarrassed that I'd been distracted but when you look like an angel it makes sense that anyone would respond the same. His lashes flutter but his eyes don't open.

"Peter?"

"Wade. It's cold" he complains.

"I know. It's gotta be cold, you're burning up." I tell him.

Peter moves and seeks warmth against me again. With more mental strength than I thought I had I move him off of me and place him into the tub. As soon as he touches the tub he winces and draws into himself.

"Deadpool I don't know what you where doing" Stark says while quickly making his way back to the room, "But you need to do it again."

"You mean get him more cold water?" I ask.