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The mighty and heroic Knight Deadpool is riding on his very mighty and noble horse. He’s going to rescue the beautiful and elegant prince Spiderman, who has been trapped by a mighty dragon.
“I don’t get why I have to be the princess,” Peter mumbles. He’s sitting on top of his closet with the stuffed dragon doll next to him, which Wade has named Bob.
“Because last time we played, you got to be a superhero and I was a villain,” Wade cheers as he jumps around on the hobbyhorse he has borrowed from Peter.
“Yeah, but you wanted to be a villain!” Peter pouts.
Wade is six years old and Peter is five and they are next door neighbours. They are forced to play together, because Wade’s parents are fighting and Aunt May had promised to take care of Mrs. Wilson's son in situations like this. Fortunately the boys gets along - sometimes.
“Just – shut up, and wait for me to come rescue you!” Wade exclaims and jumps higher.
The mighty knight Deadpool arrives at the tower where young prince Spiderman is being kept.
“Spiderman, oh Spiderman. Let fall your golden locks,” Knight Deadpool calls out in a sing-song voice.
“I don’t have golden locks,” Peter frowns and tucks at his very brown hair. Yep, defiantly not golden.
“Just- ugh – cast down the rope,” Wade sighes. It’s so hard to play with some who doesn’t understand his very clever references.
The beautiful golden locks of Spiderman’s hair tumbles out of the single window of the tower. Knight Deadpool grabs them and starts climbing the tower. But he hasn’t gone more than a few meters up, before the hair comes tumbling down and Knight Deadpool falls to the ground.
“Ouchie,” Wade exclaims, as he lands on this back. Apparently Peter wasn’t strong enough to carry the weight of him, when he started climbing up the rope. It’s more out of shock than of hurt that he starts crying.
“WADE!” Peter yells and quickly climbs down the closet to get the crying boy.
“Are you okay?” Peter doesn’t know what to do. He should probably get Aunt May, but he feels it would be rude to leave Wade alone.
“It- it- *sob* - HU-URTS,” Wade cries. Really he’s being a big baby, and he’s dad would yell at him for crying. And probably hit him after that.
But Peter sticks his hand out to Wade, who startled and still crying – though he’s starting to calm down – takes it, sniffling. Huffing, Peter pulls him to his feet.
“Where does it hurt?” Peter commands to know.
Wade sniffles again and then points a thumb over his shoulder at his back. Peter turns the other boy around and lifts up in his shirt.
Wade’s back, like the rest of him, is covered in bruises and little cuts. Wade has told Peter that it’s just because he plays wild and he falls a lot, and really it’s his own fault. But Peter has heard Aunt May telling Uncle Ben that it’s because Wade’s dad is “an abusive asshole and he’s hurting both the boy and his wife”. Peter had only heard this because he woke up one night after nightmare, and found Aunt May and Uncle Ben in the kitchen. He didn’t go in to them.
Peter asses the place that he supposes is where Wade landed. It doesn’t look all bad – not in comparison to some of the other bruises Wade has.
Gently, Peter blows on the bruise that is starting to show. Then, like Aunt May always does when Peter has a boo-boo, Peter kisses the bruise.
“There, there,” Peter smiles and pulls Wade shirt down again. “All better.”
Wade turns around to face Peter, a confused look on his face.
“What was that for?” he asks, not sure that what just happened was real.
“I kissed the boo-boo away. Aunt May always does that for me, so I figured that’s what you do with bruises. Did it help?” Peter’s smile turns into a concerned look, which really looks quite ridiculous on the five-year-old’s young face.
Absently, Wade nods. His mother or father has never kissed his boo-boos away and this concept is completely foreign to him. But he’s not going to deny that he does feel better now.
Peter’s face lights up and a big grin spreads on his features.
“Do you wanna continue playing?” Peter asks, getting ready to climb up the closet again.
Sniffling, Wade nods and picks up the toy sword he dropped during the fall.
After a minor set-back, the mighty Knight Deadpool continues the climb, though this time just trusting the (“Chairs! Use the chairs, Wade!” Peter calls from the top of the closet) trees that surrounds the tower.
When he gets to the window and crawls in, he bravely defeats the dragon, by the name Bob, and claims the – now bald – prince Spiderman.
“Where’s my reward?” Knight Deadpool asks.
“Your reward?” Peter asks.
“Yeah, don’t knights get rewards then they save the target in need?” Or has Wade been getting these fairytales all wrong?
Peter considers this for a while. Then his face lights up.
“I got it!” he exclaims.
The beautiful prince Spiderman smiles at the mighty Knight Deadpool and leans in to place a kiss the knight's cheek.
“There you go, my heroic savoir,” prince Spiderman says and starts to climb out of the window of the tower.
“Are you coming?” Peter asks as he climbs down the closet and starts heading towards the door. Wade is still sitting on the top of the closet, seemingly stunned.
“Wade?” Peter looks up at the other boy. Blinking, Wade seems to return to the present.
“Yeah?” he looks down at Peter, who’s looking at him, concern creasing his forehead.
“Are you coming? I think Aunt May has made cookies,” he says and gestures towards the door.
“COOKIES!” In the blink of an eye Wade is down from the closet and running out of the door.
Smiling and shaking his head, Peter follows him, closing the door behind him.
This is the last time Peter and Wade play together.
A week later Wade and his family moves back to Canada. Apparently Wade’s dad’s visa ran out and now they have to go back.
Peter watches through the windows as Wade carries his few stuff out of the house and into their beat-up car. Wade looks toward Peter’s window and they make eye contact through the glass. Peter lifts his hand to wave at the other boy. Wade raises his hand to do the same, but then his dad comes out of the house and starts yelling at him.
Peter doesn’t see Wade again.
At least not before Wade has turned twenty-two and Peter twenty-one and they are both standing on a rooftop in the middle of New York. Also they are both now wearing spandex. And Wade is bleeding.