Till Death Do Us... Part??

Our Beauty's Beast

Peter's Pov:

Wade held me close as we both came down from our high. I felt sort of light headed when he looked at me so softly and vulnerably.

I smiled before remembering why I came here.

"Wade, the reason why I first came here was to--"

"I know baby, you wanted me to kill you. I heard you on the first day, after you fought off that guy, Cedric?"

I laughed happily, "Everytime you mention him, you fuck his name up even worse and I love it."

"I never bother to remember, mostly because all I can remember is moments like these with you." He said in a cheesy way.

"Bullshit Wade, I bet you remember lots of things. How else would you know how to do that thing with your hips." I winked making Wade laugh.

He did it and I gasped. My lips parted and I smiled.

"You make me want to do things I've never done before." I whispered.

I was about to get back into the mood, when I saw Clark standing in the shadows.

He hadn't noticed me yet, so I whispered to Wade.

"Did you know he was here? Because this whole time my Spidey senses have been going off, but I thought I was going haywire with what we were doing."

"Yeah, I knew, but how could I let my baby boy go without getting his daddy's love?"

I blushed, realizing that I'd just admitted my daddy kink to Wade.

"Oh goddess, did I say too much?" I asked, scared I'd pushed a little too far.

"No love, I couldn't get enough of that. You made my night worth going through all the pain."

I blushed before pushing us away from the tree.

I got off of Wade and stood on my own two unsteady legs before checking if I'd made a huge mess.

Once I was sure that I didn't, I took his hand and let him lead me through the rest of the garden.

After we'd walked around and talked for hours about nothing, I couldn't help the yawn that passed my lips and caught Wade's attention.

He smiled a bright, happy smile that had me swooning for him.

He gathered me onto his back, and walked me through the trail we'd been following for the last half hour or so.

I yawned again, enjoying the piggy back ride from my sexy mercenary.

Yes my, because I'll become a murderer if anyone tries to take him away from me.

He's the only thing that's keeping me alive right now. The only one who I feel I can be my broken self with at all times.

I hugged him tightly as he walked us through the halls, and up the beautiful stone stairs that led to my room and a couple others.

He passed my room and went to the next flight of stairs, which led to his own room.

After opening the door, Wade set me down on his bed and left to the bathroom.

He came back changed into nothing but sweatpants, with an extra pair on his forearm.

He picked me up then brought my half asleep body to the bathroom.

My eyes were barely open when he brought a warm towel to my lower body. I moaned in content as he rubbed at the sensitive skin around my cock, cleaning me of the semen that had started to dry.

He took off my clothes, tossing them into a hamper, then putting the comfortable pants on my body.

I knew that after these things I became hypersensitive in my sleep, so I tried to tell Wade.

Unfortunately, as soon as we hit the bed, and I was wrapped up in his arms, I fell into a coma like sleep.

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I woke up to my Spidey senses burning.

I shot up, seeing someone in the corner of the room.

I got out of the bed and saw a shadow of a man and went on guard.

He saw me change stance then went into battle mode as well.

He threw the first punch landing it right at my abdomen, possibly damaging my reproductive organs, and maybe future children.

I got angry then. Whoever this is, thinks that they can just walk into Wade's room and fucking punch me?! Oh hell nah!!

Prepare to get your fucking life ended.

I began my attack with a fake punch and a leg sweep, which made them stumble.

They regained their footing quickly, before throwing an unsuccessful punch at me. I smiled, my teeth glinting in the silver moonlight.

I launched a strategic attack hitting them several times in the nuts, elbowing their face, and webbing them while I punched their face over and over again.

I used my web to stick them to the floor while they were startled, and reinforce it over and over again before they could break it.

Wade had woken up to find me savagely beating some guy on the ground, straddling the man in a nonsexual way.

He turned on the light and I gasped.

Damn I messed his face up... I don't even know who he is but he's gonna have a swollen face for a while.

"Peter, baby, that's the Taskmaster, he gives me my assignments, and who's willing to pay what for me to kill someone." Wade said and I let up.

He whistled as he took my webbing off of the man.

"Who is it this time, my friend?" He asked taking out his head as the man glared at me.

"The target this time is spiderman?" He said in a questioning tone.

"No!" I heard Wade scream, "I'm not killing him."

I sighed in relief before I realized that I was the only arachnid in this country. Sure there was Venom, but that's not the name he said.

"Oh? So is your sex toy over here spiderman? I could kill him now, and take the money, huh Wilson?" He pulled out a gun into my head, but Wade was having none of it.

He didn't turn around but threw a dagger into the man's eye, both shutting him up and killing him, unfortunately, he'd also pulled the trigger least second and I was waiting for the impact of the life ending bullet to hit me.

When it didn't I opened my eyes to see Wade laying in my lap with his brains splattered all over me.

I'll be totally honest with you, although I know Wade can't die because of his healing factor, I was still shocked enough to almost literally scream like a girl at the sight of him dying for me.

I gathered his head into my hands and rocked back and forth crying in hysterics because the only person I cared for was dead and in my lap, still bleeding.

I heard feet rushing up to the room and the door slamming open.

There were gasps of terror, and gags out of disgust, when suddenly I felt hands on my shoulders.

I screeched loudly, something that was the humanistic equivalent to a Goliath Bird eater Tarantula, and could span, from me, up to 88.5 feet away.

I grabbed the hands in a vice grip and shattered their bones, crying out for Wade to wake up the whole time.

I let the two people go, then stood up, carrying Wade with me to the bed.

I noticed that he was bleeding less now, but his wound wasn't fully closed, as I laid him down.

I laid beside him and sniffled as I ran my thumb over his bloody face.

I wrapped his limp arms around myself and kissed him softly.

After a few more minutes I couldn't stay awake. No matter how I tried, I still wound up falling asleep.

Good goddess Wade wake up soon.