Our City

Peter Parker, an honors student by day, and Spiderman by afternoon. Peter loved his life, even if he wasn't always able to win. He loved school, loved science, and he loved learning. Peter also loved being Spiderman, he got to help people and protect his city. He was your friendly neighborhood Spiderman, after all. The teen loves what he does, and he expects nothing in return. That's just Spiderman.

Peter would risk his life for his city any day. These were his people, and he was going to keep them safe.

Except Peter couldn't keep everyone safe. He was hyper-aware of that part of his job. The people he failed to protect, people that got hurt while he was trying to defend the city. He thought about them each night, always wishing the best for them. However, lately, there has been as little to worry about. Peter isn't complaining. He loves the action, but if crime is going down in Queens; he isn't about to whine about it. However, it only takes him a few weeks to learn the cause.

One night Peter was out on patrol, taking a slight break from swinging around the city. Sometimes people would approach him off the street. It was actually pretty common. Peter still got flustered each time, happily listening to whatever they had to say. However, tonight was different when two older men walked up to the hero, looking almost smug.

"Wow, Spiderman. Didn't expect to see you around anymore." Peter was put off by the way the man spoke, but he tried to brush it off.

"Well, you know, on my nightly rounds!" Peter stuttered awkwardly as he spoke, bringing his hand up to scratch at the back of his neck, forgetting how both his hands and neck were currently covered by his suit.

"What's the point? With that murk in town, all the crimes getting killed, no need." The other man spoke in a dismissive tone, waving his hands as he spoke.

Peter was confused, eyeing the two closely. They seemed harmless in Peter's mind, and now they had drawn his interest. If someone was killing in Queens, he had to figure out who. This was the biggest thing that had turned up in weeks! Peter scolded himself for being excited, he could feel how his hair stood on end.

"Murk? What are you talking about? First, I'm hearing about this." Peter watched as they both eyed each other, almost silently debating if they should tell him or not.

"Should see for yourself, gonna get a kick outta him!" The man had turned to point at a bar on the corner. Peter's face scrunched up at the idea, but he slowly nodded. He needed to do this for work.

"Thanks. I'll check it out." Peter excused himself, passing them and curiously heading towards the bar. He was a bit worried. Would they card him? He was Spiderman. They'd card him... Peter shook the thoughts out of his mind as he pulled the door open, taking a step inside.

At first, Peter was hit with the smell of cheap booze, followed closely by the scent of stale smoke. It only took a few moments before all eyes found their way onto the hero. Peter couldn't help but get tense. He didn't know who he was looking for, he probably should have asked for more to go off of.

"Uh... I'm looking for some murk?" Peter spoke with a shrug, not too sure what to say. The gaze in the room shifted around and Peter relaxed for a moment until he saw someone rise from their seat. Peter tried to get a good look at him from the bar, however, Peter couldn't see much of his face.

"I take it that's me." A laugh filled the room at the comment as the man walked over to the hero. As he got closer, Peter could better see his face or the excuse for a face he had. In an instant Peter was curious, wanting to feel the textured skin and to figure out what had caused that. "What's the great Spiderman want with a simple man like me?" The comment broke his focus, getting Peter to make eye contact with him.

"I hear you're the reason Queens' been quiet lately." Peter started slowly, watching how a smug smirk came across the man's face. "Also heard you've been killing a lot of folks."

The man simply shrugged, almost seeming uncaring. "So what? Doing you a favor, Spidey." The man leaned forward as he spoke, and Peter grimaced at the smell of alcohol. "Or are you coming to thank me?" He hummed.

Peter crossed his arms, looking up at the man. He couldn't believe it, he didn't see one bit of remorse anywhere on that face. "You better be careful, this is my city, and that's not how we do it here." Peter couldn't help but get a little heated. It was his job to keep Queens safe, and even if the crime was going down, this man wasn't safe.

"Oh~, is that a threat? I'm doing your job, little spider. A thank you would be appreciated." He copied Peter's posture, pouting down at the teen.

Peter was at a loss for words, almost offended. The hero faltered for a minute, making the man smile.

"I'll be here if you return to thank me." He hummed, already heading back to his seat. "Also, the names Wade Wilson. See ya' later, Spiderman!" Wade called over his shoulder.

The room had returned their gaze to Peter, making him feel pretty outnumbered. He stood there for a moment, deciding what to do. With a groan, Peter left the bar, returning to his patrol. There wasn't anything he could do tonight, but he'd be paying close attention from now on.

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For the next handful of weeks, Peter kept running into Wade. The hero always ended up trying to save some criminal from Wade. Peter understood crime, admittedly worried that Wade's answer for everything was to beat it to death. There were a few times they would pass on the street, either in their 'work clothes' or not. Peter was probably making it obvious with how he stared Wade down anytime he was out of his suit.

There had been a day Peter had bumped into the man on the street. Wade had been kind to him, helped him up off the sidewalk, and wished him a good day. Peter awkwardly thanked him, letting his gaze linger a bit too long on Wade's skin. Peter had caught glimpses of it whenever Wade's suit tore or he pulled his mask off. However, he still was interested in the man's mutated skin.

Wade took a moment to notice the kid was staring at him, self-consciously pulling his hood down a bit more. Peter quickly apologized before scampering off. They met like that a few more times and eventually, Wade joked that they needed to stop meeting like that. It had drawn a soft laugh from Peter, Wade couldn't help but smile and join him.

They'd got closer, at least closer than they were before. Something Peter noticed almost instantly was that Wade seemed more distracted when they worked together. Peter didn't complain too much, it kept Wade from bashing the guy's skull in. Peter didn't want to admit it, but when Wade wasn't trying to be a badass, he was really quite sweet.

When they finished up, Peter hit the ground with a bright smile. He was happy it was finally over. His bones ached and blood was soaking into his suit, but he didn't mind. No one else was around, other than Wade, so Peter pulled up his mask so he could get some unfiltered air. Peter had a busted lip, but otherwise, he was mostly intact in the face area. Wade came over to sit next to him, pulling his mask off in a huff. The hero let himself look at the man's mutated skin for a moment before absentmindedly reaching up, brushing his fingers over Wade's cheek. The touch startled Wade, instinctively grabbing Peter's wrist, pulling his hand away.

"Hey, hands-off." Wade snapped. He wasn't angry, it sounded empty, just a reflex, and Peter was okay with that.

"Sorry. I just wanted to feel your skin." Peter admitted sheepishly. He hadn't meant to be rude, only curious about his new partner.

Wade gave him a confused look, slowly letting go of his wrist. "It's fucked up, I know," Wade spoke with a forced smile. He was getting over what happened to his looks. He missed them, but he knew there was nothing he could do to fix them now.

"It feels nice," Peter answered with a small shrug. He had enjoyed the way the texture felt. Peter knew it might be weird, but he was trying to comfort Wade. Peter brought his hand back to feel the rough skin on Wade's face.

This time the man didn't flinch or grab him. Instead, Wade had actually leaned into the touch that Pater offered him, feeling a bit warmer. Peter felt something tight in his chest, now that scared him a bit. It was the same feeling he felt months ago for M.J, and he remembered why. He was in love with her. When Wade had opened his eyes to get a look at the hero, he noticed that the lower part of his cheeks was flushed, his lips slightly parted.

Wade leaned forwarded a bit, grasping the front of Peter's mask. The teen didn't bother to swat his hand away. Wade had bothered Peter for the last few months for his looks. Peter told him it stayed a secret, just for family and Tony Stark, of course. However, Peter didn't have the energy or the will to deny Wade again, too busy thinking of his emotions. The mask came off in one smooth motion, freeing Peter's mop of messy brown curls and his awe-struck expression.

"Oh...fuck." Wade hadn't meant to say anything, but he couldn't help himself. "Oh fuck," It was repeated almost instantly, Wade's eyes going wide. "I know you!"

Peter wasn't sure how to reply, awkwardly chuckling and bringing a hand up to fix his hair. "Yeah, you do." He confirmed it. "It's nice to finally meet you, I guess. It's Peter." The hero tried to introduce himself, hoping it would calm the mood a bit.

Wade heard nothing, too busy being a bastard in his mind. He was focused on Peter's lips; they were smeared with blood, but they looked so inviting. A silence hung between them, Wade getting even closer to him.

"We need to stop meeting like this." Wade's voice was hushed, but the joke quickly raised a laugh from Peter. The boy didn't bother to hold anything back, laughing like that was the funniest thing he had ever heard. While Peter laughed, his curls fell back into his face, face becoming even redder.