SpideyPool one-shots

"This is your warning....."

[A/n: btw, [] is white box and {} is yellow box. And enjoy!!]

"This is your warning....."

"Peter?" Wade called quietly, his whisper slicing through the silence that surrounded the two supers. "I-" the heavily scarred man hadn't thought this far. What he would tell Peter, how he would end their friendship.

Peter looked over at his friend as his eyebrows drew together in confusion. "What is it Wade? You've been quiet all night."

"It's hard to explain." He started. For the first time in forever, his boxes were silent, giving him his much needed space. "I- can't explain it properly to be honest. In here-" he paused, jabbing a finger into his own temple, turning to look at his young spider friend. "I don't think I'm any good for you."

"Wade it-" Peter started, attempting to cut in.

"No, Peter, just let me finish." The merc sighed, holding up his hand to shush the younger male. "I can't quite contain or explain my evil ways. Or explain why I'm not sane. All I can say is this is your warning." The lyrics seemed to relay the message the merc tried to portray for his friend. The lyrics had called for Wade on an emotional level he didn't think he possessed. "I'm not a good person Petey. I don't know what I would do if you left me because of my 'job'." He air quoted job because most of the time, that's not what killing felt like to the mercenary. It was more a hobby to him; a hobby he got paid to do.

Killing was an enjoyment for the mercenary. "I want to know if you'll stay. If I should stay. I want to know if what I do bothers you. If the person I am is too much for you." Wade whispered the last part, hoping he was wrong. That the way he felt was just in his head.

Peter opened his mouth but closed it again, as if he was arguing with himself. Peter looked away and Wade got the unspoken message. The merc with a mouth stood, and attempted to walk away before something hit his back and he was pulled backwards.

Wade was forcefully turned around, his mask rolled up, lips landing on his. His eyes widened when he saw his little webbed buddy planting one on him, his mask partially rolled up as well.

[What the hell?!]

{Kiss back big guy!!}

[Kiss back!]

Wade's eyes slipped closed as he wrapped his arms around his Peter's waist. Peter did the same and wound his arms around Wade's neck. Wade initiated movement in his lips, asking a silent question. Peter moved his lips as well, tilting his head to kiss Wade better. Wade slipped his tongue passed Peter's lips, enticing a small moan of approval from the boy. Wade's grip tightened around Peter as they broke away, panting.

Peter smiled. "Did you think it would be that easy to leave me Wade?"

Wade nodded. "I actually did baby boy." Peter smiled again; the familiarity of the nickname making his stomach flip. Peter was feeling daring; so he pushed Wade's mask off all the way, wanting to see his friends face. Wade shut his eyes immediately.

[Fuck!]

{Dammit Petey! We coulda been all good without you seeing our ugly mug.}

Peter sighed. "Open your eyes Wade." He demanded cupping the older male's cheeks, pulling him closer than physically possible. Wade shook his head no and tightened his grip on Peter. That'll probably leave bruises. "Please Wade." Peter begged.

Wade relaxed. Realizing Peter wasn't scared or disgusted. He was intrigued. Wade opened his eyes slowly, glancing down at the small, half-masked boy holding him close. Peter's lips parted in a silent gasp. His eyes. Peter stared into Wade's dark blue pools, getting lost in thought. Wade's eyes held so much raw emotion, the darkness of them reminding Peter of his demons. The tiny glint they held reminding him of his funny quips and flirty remarks. That small hit of sparkle Peter had never seen, (never seen his eyes before now) reminding him of himself. Peter had always sparkled to Wade. Even said it himself. Wade had said it was something about the way he walked. The way he talked with confidence. "You're eyes are so beautiful." Peter said finally, startling wade.

"What?" Wade shook his head. He had to be dreaming. [This is one sick fucked up dream if you ask me.]

Peter smiled. "You're so beautiful Wade." He definitely was, his scars were just a blimish to his beauty. His bone structure was perfect. His soft lips, were unimaginable. And his eyes were unbelievably beautiful.

Wade squirmed. "Not really." He said, his eyes darting down at their feet.

Peter frowned and pulled his chin up to meet his eyes once again. Peter's held sincerity. "Wade, stop. You're beautiful. Your scars," Wade winced at the word. "Are just a blemish." Wade nodded, his spirits lifted. He pulled Peter in for another kiss; deciding that was enough mushy romantic crap for one night. Peter pulled away and smiled, pulling his mask down and handing Wade his. "Shall we?" He asked gesturing to his back for Wade to get on.

"We shall." Came the reply, a weight being added to Peter's back.

Peter took a running start and jumped off the edge of the building they were on, swinging them back to his home. Their home.

--Fin--

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