? tangled hearts ? spideypool ?

The night air was thick with tension as Peter Parker and Wade Wilson navigated the labyrinthine alleys of the city, chasing down a notorious arms dealer who had been causing chaos with a new weapon. The mission had been difficult from the start, with traps and mercenaries at every turn. Now, the stakes had never been higher.

Peter was in the thick of it, fighting off a group of armed thugs while trying to stay one step ahead of the dangerous tech. His suit was torn and bloodied, and he could feel the exhaustion setting in. Despite his best efforts, the overwhelming numbers and ferocity of the enemies began to wear him down.

He landed heavily on a rooftop, his vision blurring from the effects of a particularly fierce blow. The weight of the fight pressed down on him, and he struggled to stay upright, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Hey, get out of there!" Wade's voice crackled through the comms, filled with urgency. "I'm on my way!"

Peter tried to respond, but his voice was barely a whisper. He staggered, barely managing to dodge another attack. Just as he was about to be overwhelmed, the roof exploded into a frenzy of red and black as Wade, in his Deadpool gear, leaped into the fray.

Deadpool's entrance was nothing short of spectacular. His weapons were a blur, and with his unparalleled combat skills, he quickly turned the tide. He fought with a ferocity that made the thugs hesitate, and one by one, they fell. Wade's quick and brutal efficiency was exactly what Peter needed to turn the battle in their favor.

Wade's mask was slightly askew as he fought, revealing glimpses of his face. When the last of the enemies were subdued, he rushed to Peter's side. "Spidey! Are you alright?" he asked, concern evident in his voice.

Peter looked up at Wade, his vision still swimming, but he could see the genuine worry etched on Wade's face. "I... I'm not sure. I think I'm running on empty."

Wade quickly assessed Peter's injuries, his hands moving with practiced efficiency. "We need to get you out of here. Hang tight, okay?"

With surprising gentleness, Wade lifted Peter, cradling him in his arms as he swiftly maneuvered them to a safer location. The adrenaline of the rescue mixed with the relief of being out of immediate danger, and Peter felt a rush of gratitude.

They landed on a quieter rooftop, away from the chaos. Wade carefully set Peter down, checking his injuries with a tenderness that was rare for the usually brash mercenary.

Peter's breaths were shallow, but he managed a faint smile. "Thanks, Wade. I wouldn't have made it without you."

Wade's eyes softened, his usually playful demeanor replaced by genuine concern. "Hey, don't mention it. You're not getting rid of me that easily. Just hang tight while I get some first aid."

Peter looked up at Wade, the exhaustion and pain giving way to a moment of vulnerability. "Wade, there's something I want to do..as a thank you. I've been meaning to show you who I really am."

Wade raised an eyebrow, confusion mingling with curiosity. "What are you talking about?"

Peter's hands trembled slightly as he reached for the edges of his mask, lifting it carefully. As the mask came away, it revealed Peter's face—his youthful features marred by exhaustion, but still unmistakably him. The warm, gentle expression and the earnest eyes were laid bare.

Wade's eyes widened, taking in the sight of Peter's face. There was a moment of stunned silence as he absorbed the revelation. Peter looked up at him with a mix of gratitude and vulnerability, his expression a silent thank you.

"You... you're really doing this now?" Wade asked softly, his voice thick with emotion. "Showing me who you are, like this?"

Peter nodded, his eyes meeting Wade's with sincerity. "Yeah. I've been hiding behind this mask for so long. Tonight, I wanted you to see me—really see me."