Till Death Do Us... Part??

Day 2

Yellow box

White box

Wade's thoughts

Wade's Pov:

"I'm a little bit of it all, sexy."

I waited for the anger, for the bias, even the hate, but it never came.

Instead all I got was a smile, and a quiet question.

"Arachnid too? I don't want to be alone."

"Yeah, except I can't shoot strings of web like you."

But we can shoot something, if you catch my drift.

Yeah, cum for our Spidey.

Our Spidey?

Yes our Spidey, no one can take him from us.

No one can take his sweet ass but us

And no one can love him but us.

He doesn't love us, and we don't love him. He's not ours, and may never be ours.

Maybe he doesn't love us yet, and we might not love him yet, but he will be ours.

"Wade?" Peter asked, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Who were you talking to?"

"My boxes." I said, really expecting him to get up and leave.

"Oh, so you talk to them, and they respond, as if they're actual people? Fascinating." He said, his eyes sparkling, his mind probably moving in overdrive. "They don't let those who do that live with it, the sciences they used made sure of that."

"What were you going to do after you got out of school?" I asked.

"I was going to go into biomedicine, and specimen photography." He said.

"Why that?" I asked, "Unaliving people is much easier than that."

"It was all I had left..." He said before shutting down.

I decided to change the subject and instead started talking about the people reading about us.

"Wait, are you saying that we're fake, and only a part of a story? How is that possible if you and I are real to me? How can I touch you, if we are only the figments of some demented person's mind, used to entertain others? Is that scientifically possible?"

"There are so many things that are possible, and other universes, where things are different from what they are now."

Cautiously, I ran my hand over his back, as I explained just where I've been, and what I've seen.