Betrayed

Chapter 4: The Warehouse

Peter landed on the roof of the old warehouse, prying open the skylight and dropping down. He ducked and rolled under the fast-moving blade, kicking his leg out to trip up his attacker. "Are you going to do this everytime Wayde?" The mouthy mercenary looked up at him from the ground, rearranging himself in a different position to rest on his elbow, with one leg bent. "Paint me like one of your french girls!" Rolling his eyes, Peter pulled of his mask and climbed up the wall, jumping over the railing and landing on the upper walkway. He walked over to his room, an emptied store room and draped his uniform over the chair. He stared at the black poly-fibre -Kevlar mix, looking so foreign to him. The oily reflective surface was nothing like the bright red and blue suit he used to wear. It had no decoration or visible features, completely blank and expressionless. He glanced over at the dufflebag under his bed, the one he hadn't opened since they'd moved in here...

Two years ago
Arachnid swung from building to building, looking below for Wayde and Elle. Man, he was gonna kill Deadpool! This was the last time they helped him with his little revenge mission. They'd walked into an office building and were immediately surrounded by men with guns. They'd escaped, but the trio had been separated. They weren't going to be able to make it across town. He landed on an old warehouse, and looked out from the roof. A loud crash drew his attention, and he looked over to see flames surrounding Elementa. A web surrounded her waist, and he pulled her up to him, holding her close. "Where's Wayde?" She glared, hands still glowing with flames, as she pointed to a Chimichanga. "The idiot almost gets us killed, and he stops for Mexican." He rolled his eyes and jumped down, waiting outside of the shop. When the mercenary left, a swift punch to the face met him as Peter threw the man over his shoulder and jumped back up to the warehouse. "You're an idiot Wayde Wilson. A fucking idiot!" The mercenary stood, rubbing his jaw, and smashing the sky light, the three of them dropping down. "Okay, first off, that's just rude. Second, I'm pretty sure we saved your ass back there." Peter sighed and collapsed back on the floor, he couldn't be bothered to deal with Wayde right now. "We'll hide out here for a while until things cool off out there. You know we're not gonna be able to go back to the house right? We can't risk them finding us." Elle frowned at that and sat down next to him on the dusty ground. "Where are we gonna stay?" Peter pulled his mask off, burying his hands in his hair and groaning. He shook his head at her and shrugged. Quite frankly he had no idea. "Why don't we stay here?" The two of them looked up at Wilson, who had made himself comfortable on top of a crate. They looked around the large empty building. It needed a bit of work, but it would do.

*Present day*
Peter smiled at the memory. Yeah, he'd been furious at Wayde, but it had ended up working pretty well. He ducked out of his room, looking at their home of two years. One section, the left, was entirely dedicated to him. A large curved desk littered with machinery and tools stood at the base of a tall wall covered with screens and computers of all shapes and sizes.