Fight like a Demon. Dance like a Spider.

Static Charge.

Wade stalked his Peter like he was his prey. Following with near silent steps and a trained gaze. As the young man ducked into an alley, the hunter followed with a curiosity that starved him, he knew it would be faster if the dancer had continued on the path he was already going so why take a detour?

As he rounded the corner he saw his angel propped against brick wall like an elegant statue, one hand rested at his pocket. "Mr. Wilson this isn't at all professional behaviour" he reminded. His glare cut through the hunter like no physical weapon ever could. 

"My job is to watch you, make sure that thing doesn't grab you when you have to walk so late at night" Wade replied. His voice was cold and it had the air of talking to a child. He hated arrogant princesses who complained and whined when he had a job to do. 

Sure he had been doing some extra credit work but he was sixty-two percent sure that this tailing was in the job description. And Pete was lucky that he was pretty, sure it wouldn't get him everywhere but at least when he acted so bratty he was already on a pedestal in Wade's eyes. 

"Then why are you stalking me and making me paranoid that every step I hear might be-" the brunet cut himself off. 

Wade stopped. Was he being harsh? He didn't like to spend time around people, no longer trusting social interactions, so maybe he would have to reevaluate his thought process. A babe like the one before him would nine out of ten times have feelings and emotions. 

And while he normally didn't care about those or the consequences of his own actions, the consequence in this scenario is that he doesn't get to slap a 'Property of Deadpool' sticker on that sweet ass. And that was a fate far worse than death for him and the boxes. 

So his solution was to seduce by being as sweet as sugar. Make himself a lollipop that all the boys wanted to lick. Such a great idea!

"Mr. Wilson are you okay? You've just been staring at me for like two minutes" Peter said with a huff. "Absolutely dandy! I was just thinking that maybe I should walk you home properly?" He asked cheerfully. He watched with delight as his baby boy's face went red and he coughed out an acceptance. 

It was cute. Wade decided he wanted to learn all the cute little flustered reactions that he could pull out of the beauty. Maybe he could recite them later like a sonnet in order to win the heart of his hard-earned lover. The shy ones always loved that trash. 

"So. Thought about my offer yet?" He asked, breaking the charged silence. "About living with you? Harry might not even be looking for me, it's a theory isn't it? So no, ask when my place looks like a warzone or I get some creepy love note" Peter said. 

"You might be a little too hard-headed for your own good, you know that right?" Wade asked with a raised brow. Peter laughed out a breathy giggle. "I've heard that a lot, yeah. But I like my independence, I'm not ready to give that up yet" he admitted.

Wade nodded silently. That he could understand and relate to. He never liked being told what to do. "Is your independence really worth risking your safety?" He asked, his voice sounding like gravel. 

"Goodnight Wade" Peter said. The two men were illuminated by the light of his apartment building. So with a question left unanswered he vanished inside.