wade x peter : only you

18; the fuck

"Sup, fag."

Peter slammed his locker, forcing a fake smile over his lips. He turned to look at the boy grinning at him.

"Morning to you too, Flash."

"Who's hoodie is that?" He asked, sharply. Maybe even jealous, in a way.

"My own?" He answered, but it sounded more like a question. He looked down, to see that he was in fact not wearing his own hoodie, but Wade's.

"Yeah. Right."

Flash angrily grabbed him by the collar of his hoodie, roughly dragging him into the bathrooms.

"Penis fucking Parker. Tell me the fucking truth. Who's hoodie is that?"

"Why do you care so much? Jealous much?" He said, fueling the other guy's anger.

A fist came flying at his face, and his head slammed back into the cold eggshell-white tiles. Warm blood started dripping down his nose, and Flash looked content.

"Come on. You can punch better than that, fucking pussy."

You'd think the friendly neighborhood Spiderman would fight back. Or at least get out of the situation. But fighting back was no option. He'd always been this really scrawny kid, with barely any muscles- and Flash knew this. He was already suspicious of Peter's every move, so he didn't wanna pile onto that.

And on some level- some weird, fucked up level, he enjoyed it. The pain. The adrenaline. Fueling Flash's anger. It was sort off therapeutic to him.

Another punch hit him against his eye this time. A burning, stinging sensation went through his entire face. Flash started to walk away, to the door.

"That all you fucking got?"

"Alright shut your fucking mouth, you tranny."

That word. That one right there. It hurt more than any of his punches had ever done. His fearless look slipped for a second, a lump forming in his throat. The bully picked him up by his collar, and threw him against the wall. He could feel one of the tiles cracking underneath his weight.

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As promised, Wade was outside of Peter's highschool as soon as the bell rang. He leaned against the expensive car, his hood covering his face. He stared into the nothing, until he finally spotted the short brunette in the crowd.

"Hey-"

As Peter got closer, he saw the dried up blood underneath his nose. The bruising on his face, around his eyes.

"What the fuck. Who did this to you?"

"No one. Let's go."

Peter tried walking away, but a firm hands grabbed his shoulder. He winced in pain, the slam into the wall from earlier still hurting, and his binder sure as hell wasn't helping that.

"Peter. Talk to me."

"Can we please just go?"

His eyes were desperate, wanting to get out of this shit hole so bad. Wade just gave him a nod, and opened the car door for him.

"Ready to talk now?"

"It's nothing. People just don't particularly like the trans guy in school. But it's nothing I can't handle."

"Why don't you fight back?"

"They're already suspicious of my dissapearances all the time. I can't have these guys finding out I'm spiderman."