This is Going to End in Disaster

"Wade?"

Peter Parker's POV. 

Peter woke up in bed alone.

He pushed himself up, squinting blearily at the empty spot next to him, and then around the room. "Deadpool? Wade?"

The other man didn't answer, nor could Peter hear any noise from the penthouse. Wade was gone. He sighed and pried off his mask, shucking it to the side.

"Good job," he mumbled, scrubbing his hands down his face. The guy hates you're guts as Peter Parker, but loves your guts as Spider-Man, and instead of telling him the truth like a responsible adult, you have him rearrange your guts all night long.

Fantastic. Brilliant. No wonder people call you a genius.

In all honestly, Peter had wanted to tell Wade before they got here, to this stage. He didn't want to lead him on. But as much as Wade loved Spider-Man, he didn't have good things to say about Peter, and, well...Peter's insecurities snuck up on him. Just like these feelings for Wade Wilson had snuck up on him.

Don't get him wrong, he tried ignoring them. He stuffed them inside locked boxes and buried them in cement, but just like the person they were affiliated with, they always came back from the grave.

The whole heartmate fiasco didn't help either. Now, on top of dealing with these feelings, he couldn't help but feel...drawn to Wade.

Stupid magic.

Last night was a mistake. The buzz of adrenaline and courage of alcohol overrode his common sense, and having sex with Wade won out. His logic at the time concluded that Wade was going to despise him after this, so he needed to get one last time in before it all went to shit. Today's logic was strangling yesterday's logic for being a fool and leaving them this trainwreck he could see coming a mile away.

"Today," he reaffirmed, nodding as he hopped out of bed and bounded to the closet where an array of pressed suits waited. "I'll tell him today."

But first, ugh , he had Parker Industries duties to attend to.

He finished dressing and headed to the kitchen to feed the ravenous pit in his stomach. He scooped up his phone from where he'd dropped it last night and swiped it open as he popped a frozen burrito into the microwave.

You can take the financial problems out of the man.

But you can't take the man out of his bad eating habits.

He opened Wade's contact with the full intent to call him and schedule a time to finally come clean, but coming face to face with Wade's contact had him hesitating. Wade probably won't be happy he technically slept with Peter Parker last night. But then again, he'd also given Peter a handjob and let him blow him inside a closet, so...maybe Peters affection wasn't as one sided as he dreaded.

Peter bit his lip, staring at the number. In a moment of cowardice, he pulled up messages instead.

S. Man: Hey wade i saw that tou left pretty ealry this morning

S. Man: I hope everytiing is omay

S. Man: Okay

S. Man: Would tou be willjing to come by parker industries tonight? i really need to talk to you

S. Man: like

S. Man: a lot

Peter set down his phone, groaning. He couldn't even be blessed with the power to text without being awkward. He was tempted to let Wade shoot him, just to end his suffering.

But there's no going back. The message was sent, and Peter's microwave is spinning, and he is going to stomach this burrito and be miserable at work, and then he is going to tell Wade everything .

A noise from outside the penthouse distracts him from his resolve. Huh, the maids were a little early. Frowning, he opened the front door, prepared to give them the day off, when the stench of blood hits him. It's the first thing that registers.

The next is the large figure looming in the doorway, breathing heavy, fists clenched, and so drenched in blood it drips from their knuckles and leaves a condemning trail down the hall.

Peter looks into a pair of angry, glaring eyes, a face full of scars, and a large, feral grin that looks as happy to see him as a rabid coyote to a rabbit.

His spider-sense tingles too late, like it was caught off guard too. Peter stepped back, all he managed to choke out was, "Wade?" before a gun centered on his forehead, followed by a life-shattering BANG!

Then everything went black.