Spideypool One Shots (ON HOLD)

Give Me What I Need

I couldn't find the author sorry, but this one's a little weird tbh lol I like it but still. Enjoy :) x

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Wade looked down at the man he just had shot, whistling to himself and letting the gun in his hand whirr around. That had been an easy job. Almost boring. But it paid money and money paid for rent and tacos (especially tacos), so all was well.

He left the tiny side street that was now spattered with the blood of the unlucky man and began to walk home. On his way he thought about what to get for dinner. Pizza, perhaps? Or maybe Chinese? Yes, Chinese sounded good. He hadn't had Chinese in like –

A surprised squeaking sound escaped his throat as he suddenly was pulled to the left, heavily. He ended up in another little side street, stumbling against the wall as the force that had pulled him along suddenly stopped without a warning. Confused, Wade looked around.

"For an assassin, you let your guard down pretty low," a voice said. A very familiar voice. Wade looked up and saw a man sitting on the wall just above his head. He was crouched, his feet were pressed against the bricks and his ass was sitting on his own heels. His arms were hanging losely between his slightly parted knees. Only one man could defy gravity like that. Wade's heart started beating faster.

"You know, when you're immortal you stop worrying too much about people randomly attacking you or kidnapping you to rape you in shady alleys," he replied, putting the gun into its holster. He knew how Spider-Man hated that he killed people. No need to let him see that he had just shot a man.

"Of the two of us it is rather you who would rape me than the other way round," Spidey stated and elegantly slid down the wall. Jesus, that sight alone almost made Wade's pants go tight. "Given that you are the one stalking me." His feet met the ground and he straightened up. He was smaller than Wade, the top of his head came up to Wade's eyeline, but he still had this assertiveness about him, this self-awareness and certainty that gave him his special vibe. Little did Wade know that this vibe was gone as soon as Peter took off his mask and was nothing more than a lonely, depressed teenager on the verge of adulthood who struggled too much with himself and his surroundings and had grown bitter and hard to survive his own tragedies.

"From the evidence," Wade said, "it looks as if you are stalking me here right now, Wall-E." Excellent joke, Wade. 10 points to Hufflepuff.

Spidey only snorted. The street was just two metres wide, so they practically stood right the opposite of each other. Wade felt a prickling in his neck due to them being so close.

"Feels good to turn the tables for once," the superhero said.

Wade cocked his head slightly. "Does that mean that you will invite me over for dinner tonight and that I'll be the one declining before leaving you all alone in the night, forced to go home by yourself and then getting off to the thought of how the evening could have gone if I would have accepted? Because that's what I normally do."

"You never invited me over for dinner," Spider-Man said and came a bit closer. "And believe it or not, I actually have other responsibilities that keep me from being around when you get off to the thought of me. Very sorry."

"Ah, so it was just poorly timed," Wade nodded. "Maybe we can just make an official appointment as to when asking you out will actually work, then."

"Now would be good," the other man replied without hesitating and came even closer. He stood right in front of Wade now, their bodies almost touching.