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Left on Ice

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"I told you, Webs. Ice skating is a Canadian superpower.", Wade sing-songed, gracefully gliding across the ice of the frozen lake, effortlessly shifting his weight from one foot to the other, looking directly at Peter as he did.

Meanwhile the arachnid superhero couldn't look at anything but the ice itself, as thought it could somehow stop his trembling legs.

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Or in which Wade teaches Peter how to ice skate. There is a lot of hand-holding.

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It started off as a bit of a joke, but of course Peter couldn't keep his mouth shut.

Last year when the two fought off OG Greek Santa bringing down NYC for celebrating his holiday wrong, the arachnid superhero couldn't help but notice just how easily ice stating came to Wade. It looked effortless, smooth, fun and, well, really cool. Naturally, if Deadpool could do it so could he. Or so the hero thought.

A few minutes passed on the ice before Spider-Man ended up spraining his ankle and taking a real beating to his pride. Wade enjoyed reminding Peter of that failure and occasionally bringing it up as means of cofusing all of Spider-man's allies, referring to the 'skating accident' as though the usually-nimble superhero barely made it out alive.

Still, that was a year ago.

And now Peter stood before what could be his grand redemption. Last year Deadpool gave him that 'Pool fuel' drink, working like some kind of drug more than anything else, and Peter wasn't completely himself.

This wasn't the case anymore.

Before the two friends stood a frozen lake. Absently, Peter had said that he could (cough cough) maybe, possibly, probably do what Wade could on the ice. Understandably Deadpool laughed (which Peter still got offended at, even if his laughter was more than justified) but still asked his web-slinging friend to be "less bark and more bite, show me what you've got baby boy."

And so, before Peter could back out, the regenerative mutant magically pulled out two pairs of ice skating shoes (one in Peters size, or course. He was too confused to ask why he had those) before putting them on and easily finding himself on ice.

Barely five-ish minutes passed before Peter struggled to keep himself standing, fighting against gravity and the two forces- one trying to pull his legs apart in an attempt to force the splits out of him and the other trying to get him to fall right onto his ass.

It was a delicate balancing act, which Wade clearly didn't understand as he made sure to glide by MULTIPLE times, poking the smaller man or generally distracting him from the ice.

"How are you even doing that?", Peter had looked up for only about a second, noticing how his friend now skated backwards, seemingly never once dropping his eyes from the struggling superhero.

"I told you, Webs. Ice skating is a Canadian superpower.", Wade sing-songed, gracefully gliding across the ice of the frozen lake, effortlessly shifting his weight from one foot to the other, looking directly at Peter as he did.

Meanwhile the arachnid superhero couldn't look at anything but the ice itself, as thought it could somehow stop his trembling legs.

"You should probably focus on skating forward first. Actually-", Wade stopped himself right beside Peter, making the other flinch, bracing for impact that never came, "I'd suggest you learn how to stand properly.", Deadpool laughed smugly, lips curled into an obvious smile under his mask.

"I'm try- Ah-!", Peter was interrupted mid-sentence, his eyes ripped away from the ice as his whole body was jerked upwards, both hands cupped by larger ones. The way Wade looked down at him in that moment felt strangely... Soft.