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The explosion had been too big. Deadpool wasn't with him. Spiderman started to panic. He ran back to where he had left Deadpool near the crumpled building. He pulled his mask off as he ran. "Wade! Deadpool! Where are you?!" Spiderman shouted his voice breaking.
"Peter," croaked out a man in red who was lying underneath a pile of rubble. "Baby boy, I'm over here."
Spiderman ran over to the man, shoving rubble off of his half charred body. He yanked off his mask; tears were streaming down his face. Spiderman knelt, cradling Deadpool’s head in his hands. "You'll be okay Wade right? You can recover from this. Can’t you?”
"Spidey… can you sing to me?” Deadpool asked coughing.
"What?" Spiderman asked between sobs.
"It's my dying wish, Petey, please sing to me." Deadpool said his voice scratchy.
Spiderman glanced down at Deadpool’s body; it was already almost completely grown back. “Deadpool, you are physically incapable of dying.”
"But Petey!" Deadpool said his hand reaching out toward Spiderman.
“Fuck off, Wade,” Spiderman deadpanned as he stood up and brushed dust off of the knees of his suit.
"Baby boy!"
"Come on Deadpool we have people to save," Spiderman said walking off and tugging his mask back on.
"Peter, really?!" Deadpool wined as he raced after the younger guy.