We Need You - Spideypool(DISCONTINUED)

Want

"Explain to me again why I'm going back with you?" Wade asked through gritted teeth. Unknown to Peter, he was more so asking himself. He knew he could just walk the other way and go back to his apartment and fuck around. There was some certain pull to him that he couldn't describe, he knew it always led back to Peter.

Peter sighed and continued to walk to the tower. It was freezing out and the snow was coming down in soft, crisp dots. "Because I'm sorry."

Keeping his composure, Peter didn't look back at Wade for most of the walk. If he did, he stared up at the mercenary, the killer, his friend, there's no doubt in his mind he'd kiss him in front of anyone in New York.

"What are you sorry for? Humiliating me? Kissing me? Honestly, I don't really care." Peter stilled in his tracks and bit his lip back. He knew that Wade had no intention of hurting him with what he was saying but it did anyway. He wanted Wade to care, to call him an asshole, to punch him in the face. There wasn't a word he found that fit the description of wanting someone to do something horrible to you because it's right for them to do so.

Peter refrained from looking at Wade. "I'm not sorry for kissing you." He stated, it felt good to tell him that. It made him feel both alive and vulnerable.

"Then what is it!?" Wade stood in front of the smaller boy. They were both visibly shaking from the cold and Wade was transfixed on how gorgeous Peter looked, even in his own anger. Peter's eyelashes had snowflakes sprinkled on them, making his brown eyes sparkle with light more than usual. Although they were also a bit puffy, Wade assumed he had been crying earlier. The thought pulled at Wade's heartstrings. His cheeks and nose were red along with the tips of his ears and he was biting his lip anxiously. His hair was practically covered in snow but it sat perfectly on his head. The snow made his brown hair shine beautifully. All of this caused Wade's breath to be sucked out of his lungs.

Peter was at a loss for words on an appropriate answer. He felt the need to tell Wade so many things. He wanted to tell Wade that he thought about him constantly, that whenever he wasn't around the day wasn't enjoyable, that his jokes always made him smile, that whenever Wade hugged him he felt needed for once in his life. He wanted to tell Wade they should be together and that he's so thankful they met, even under such horrific circumstances.

"Wade, listen," He tore away from Wade's strong gaze. "I like you, too." Wade suddenly felt a park of happiness erupt around his heart and mind.

'And dick.' Yellow laughed.

'Oh you're just mad because you were wrong!' White laughed.

"But," Peter started, his lips quivering.

'Told you so.' And White was silent.

"But you're too old for me, and you're a murderer." Peter closed his eyes to avoid the pained look that swept Wade's face.

Wade was infuriated for a moment and then took a deep breath. "What do you want from me then? What the hell is all this!?"

Peter hated the feeling of confusion, it made him feel small and helpless. "I don't know, okay!? I have no idea what I want! All I know is that I want you!" Tears began to run down his face, causing the snowflakes to disperse. "I hate when you're not around me and telling jokes and being annoying! You're my best friend! And I don't regret kissing you or my feelings! I jus- I just don't know!" Peter was screaming the words at the top of his lungs in the middle of the city and people were staring at them.

Wade panicked and grabbed the crying boy, hugging him. He pressed a kiss to his forehead and felt Peter's shoulders shake in his arms.

"I'm taking you back to the tower now." Wade whispered quietly, not to startle him. He'd rather have taken him to his apartment but he felt the need to make Peter as comfortable as possible.

Yes, Wade was still a little upset with Peter but after what he was yelling about, Wade understood.

They both wanted the same thing, it just wasn't nearly as realistic as they had both hoped it would be. Their certain lives simply aren't ready to be together. Maybe that's okay, maybe they should go for it anyway.

'What do you know? You're like 5.' Yellow asked me. I, admittedly, am okay with being thrown in the story this time.

'And you're just a character I can write out so I'd shut up if I were you.' He was quiet from that moment on because... it's my choice. I left the story and continued.

Wade walked Peter back to the tower and was pleasantly surprised that no one was there to make things worse, aside from Bucky.

"They went on a mission." Peter stated quietly. Those were the first words he said to him since the yelling earlier, his throat was sore from the cold.

Wade nodded, unsure of what to do at this point. There were a surplus of things he'd like to do in this moment: he'd like to tell Peter he doesn't care what people will think of them, he'd like to tell Peter they should just give it a shot in the dark. In his personal opinion, Peter was being extremely dramatic about the endeavor.

To put it straightforward: Wade sees the world differently than many, many people. The world isn't black and white but it isn't super complicated either. The world didn't matter. Either way, lives ended and time would stop eventually. You should do whatever you want, whatever makes you the happiest because that's really all you can do. And that's what he'd like to tell Peter, they'd make each other happy.

They walked to Peter's room and Wade sat at the desk while Peter sat on his bed. It was silent for some time, Wade examined Peter as if he were solving a puzzle and some of the pieces were missing. Although he didn't say it, Peter was a bit uncomfortable with the merc's hard stare and let out a sigh of relief when he turned away, laying on his back.

Randomly, Wade began talking. "I think I figured you out, Petey." He insisted in a sure tone.

Intrigued, Peter snorted. "Really? Well let's hear it!" He faked enthusiasm.

"You cause your own problems." After he said that, Peter sat straight up and looked at Wade like it was the absolute least intelligent thing he'd ever heard in his life.

"Enlighten me, will you?" He rolled his eyes as Wade tapped his fingers on the desk. They didn't break eye contact at all.

The merc with a mouth smiled at him in a way that appeared at though he found out Peter's secrets. "You, my friend," He pointed, "you think waayyy too much. You need to start doing less thinking and more living."

Peter hated to admit it but that was an accurate statement. It was true, Peter overthought everything he did in life and that, in turn, kept him from experiencing it. Up until this point, he didn't mind. It wasn't holding him back so he didn't care.

"You're an idiot." Peter smirked at Wade and watched his chest rise and fall as a laugh escaped his throat.

"I know. You're a geek." Wade responded.

That caused Peter to laugh with him. "I know."

I want to kiss him...

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What an irrelevant chapter I'm sorry

Bye lovelies!