Totally Not In Love >Spideypool<

"Work, life balance kid"

Peter rolled over in his bed, feeling a warm figure next to him. He paused for a moment, shooting up in his bed and seeing.. "DEADPOOL?!" he exclaimed, covering his head with the blanket to cover his identity.
"Morning spidey, I have to say you're a very aggressive sleeper-"
"WHY ARE YOU HERE?! HOW DID YOU FIND ME?" Pete panicked, his voice cracking. Deadpool sat up, putting his hand on Pete's arm which was immediately deflected. "Captain was right, this was dangerous. What are you even doing here?!" He was breathing fast, his heart beating at a rapid rate that he definitely didn't think was healthy. It never beat this fast even in fights.

"I came to see you, obviously"
"No! I mean how did you find me?!" He held the blanket tightly over his head that he refused to let Deadpool tug off for a few tries after finally giving up.
"Well.. that reporter girl found me earlier. Apparently she was on the hunt for us and mentioned her friend.. Peter.. having a hurt arm" he responded slowly.
"That could've been anyone! I'm not the only guy with a hurt arm in New York!" He folded his arms, Deadpool shrugging.

"I saw you let your aunt May walk into YOUR house last night." He sighed, Pete's shoulders slumped.
"Oh. Right." He groaned, falling back onto his bed. "Ughh Fury's gonna kill me. they're all gonna kill me!" He buried his head in the blanket, Deadpool chuckling. It wasn't a psychotic laugh he spat, it was a softer one which Peter didn't have any complaints about. He didn't know if he could handle such loud Deadpool so early in the morning.

"Wade. Wilson." Deadpool introduced, Peter peaking his head out from under the covers.
"You don't have to.. tell me who you are in return. It's not like I can do anything with that information, meanwhile you're a mercenary!" Peter sat up, his legs in a criss cross shape with his exaggerated expression on his face.
"Yeah but, it seems kind of fair right? Jesus, I knew you were going but you're like..baby faced. Not as baby faced as Tom Holland at least, sheesh" Wade squeezed Peters cheeks,

"Who?" Pete asked, pulling Wades hands off his face.
"Anyway, your aunt left for work already. Meaning we have some time"
"Time for what?"
"..PILLOW FIGHT!!" Wade exclaimed, swiping Peters pillow that still had warmth on it from his rest and swung it toward Pete's face. Pete leaned back, grabbing one for himself as they dodged each other while pillows flew across the room. Pete launched a firm throw to the face, hopping up onto the ceiling. His hands and feet keeping him stuck firmly to the ceiling as he observed Wade.

"I can see you binky, fight me like a man!" He threw the pillow at him, Pete caught the soft pillow and tried throwing it back before realizing the pillow stuck to his fingers.
"Oh come on!" Peter shook his hand trying to pull himself of the ceiling while Wade laughed his ass off. "I haven't had this problem since I first became Spider-Man!"
"AHAHAHA OH MY GOD" Wade was on the ground rolling, Peter groaning. "Aw What happened Petey?" he baby talked him.

Pete glared at him, Wade playfully returning the gaze as he walked closer to him. The space closed between them closed at a painfully slow pace, Pete's feet were cemented on the space above them. He has experience hanging upside down this long so it didn't affect him, but what did affect him was being able to feel wades breathe on his face now. Even if Peter wanted to move backward, he would've been frozen in place. There were many ways this could play out, was he gonna knock him out? Use him as his personal hanging punching bag? Even if Deadpool—Wade was unpredictable, he was always violent- "we should kiss like how you did with that lady!" He made kissy sounds at him, Peter pushing him over having enough leverage to knock Wade back onto the bed.
"Shut up! Just help me get unstuck" Peter whined.
"That's what I'm doing" he said in a rather serious tone, the tone of his voice changed so often that it was almost scary when it would suddenly switch up like this. He proceeded to close the gap again, hands cupping Peters face.

"Seriously? Even if I were going to kiss you, you have your mask on" Pete ignores the heat rising to his face. Well, lowering to his face. He's still upside down, and he didn't know how much longer he could tolerate it.
"You're in for one hell of a ride if you even wanna take a glimpse at my face" he laughed maniacally "I'll cover your eyes" he whispered, Peters mouth moved slightly but no words game out. He didn't expect this to unstick him, usually he has to relax to let go but he'd never been more tense in his life. "I'll be your MJ, didn't you used to date her?" He laughed, covering Pete's eyes. His heart rate skyrocketed, sudden silence before a pair of rough lips landed on his. It wasn't his first kiss, but it sure felt like it.

Pete's eyes squeezed tight before relaxing and gently kissing back. His feet slowly let go of the ceiling, the boy falling on top of Wade. Peter opened his eyes hoping to see Wades lips exposed and ready to kiss him again, but it was already covered up in his red mask. Pete crawled off him, his face red and it wasn't just from the blood rushing to his face.
"Fridays aren't usually so eventful but if it'll be like this every day then.."
"Wait, friday?!" He turned to the mercenary that sat on his bed.
"Yeah?" Wade gasped, "you already forgot our first kiss?!" He exclaimed dramatically, Pete rolling his eyes and grabbed a few of his clothes.
"No! Harry's got something planned for me!"

"Peter Parker!" Another gasp followed, "are you cheating on me?! With a boy named Harry?!" Wade followed him around while he exaggerated, Peter scrambling to change. Wade watching him pull off his pants to reveal his Spider-Man underwear, the mercenary stifling a laugh.
"You can leave now, Wade" Peter said his name slowly, it felt so strange knowing his identity when—if he were going to reveal his identity to him— this wasn't exactly how he thought it would go. But like he said, Wade is unpredictable.
"Aw but I wanna come to your birthday party toooo" he whined like a toddler, Peter frowned, slipping a thin jacket over his shoulders.

"Whether you leave now or later, we most likely won't be allowed to meet again. Fury has my house rigged up like a high security prison, I don't even know how you got in here! But he most definitely knows your here, if you don't go Fury will get here and lock you up or something!" Pete informed, Wade looked at him with the most blank expression he could give through the mask.
"I think if I slipped through his high tech security, I could definitely escape a shield hellicarrier thingy" Wade shrugged.

"Tricarrier." A deep voice corrected him, Wade let out a shriek and hid behind Peter.
"Jesus fuck— has he been there this whole time?!" Wade panted, Peters frown deepening. Fury seemed to notice Peters expression, but didn't address it just yet.
"Deadpool. You're coming with me. "He said firmly, a few SHIELD agents busting through the door with their charged SHIELD weapons.
"Fury—"
"I don't want to hear it Parker, I thought I told you to be careful around him and you got yourself found out only a week in. You're on thin ice boy." He scolded like a mentor-a parent would.

Peters head hung low, not in his usual annoyed teenager way. It was more despair, like he was sulking. He never usually sulked with Fury, not with anyone. Except for Aunt May. "What are you blaming him for?" Wade chimed in, crossing his arms. "If it keeps Petey out of trouble, I surrender" he said the last two words with a mocking tone, holding his wrists out that were immediately locked together. An extra ring was snapped around Wades neck, Wade looking confused. "What's this? A collar? Wow Fury you're kinky-"

Fury cut him off before he could soil Peters ears, "its top secure SHIELD power suppressors. It disables your healing factor." He said sternly. Panic rushed through Wades veins, if one of shields weapons hit Wade, it was sure to kill him without his mutant power. The two guards grabbed Wade, escorting hun out of Peters house. The two young lovers spoke through their eyes to each other as one got dragged away, whispering in sorrys to each other until the wall cut off their link. Peter rubbed his eyes with the back of his arm, sighing.

Fury began to speak when Peter held up a hand, firmly telling him to halt his sentence. "Save it director Fury. I gotta make it to school." He muttered, Fury watched in silence as Peter, despite being late, slugged his way to the school. To which he found the entry gates closed, he searched a way to get over it before an older man dressed in a black suit opened the gate from the inside. Agent Coulson, well, principal Coulson in this instance.
"Good morning, Peter." He smiled, Peter made quick eye contact to acknowledge the greeting, but continued in silence. He had words he wanted to say, so many that wanted to come spilling out at once, but he couldn't find the motivation to speak them. They all built up in his throat and stomach before he felt sick, sick enough to be sent to the nurses office.