Peter was a bit surprised that only about three minutes had passed before Wade walked in his house hesitantly. He still had his helmet on, but Peter could tell that he was looking around.
"Hey." Peter smiled at Wade.
"Hey."
"I thought you weren't gonna come in?"
"Well... I'd hate to leave my baby boy unprotected for four hours. What kinda knight would that make me?"
"A shitty one."
"So, what's the whole 'making out' plan?"
"Making up! Not... out... Anyways, I was thinking-"
"You could help me with my homework."
"What?!" Peter exclaimed.
"C'mon, baby boy! You said you wanted to repay me. And, I'm strugglin' over here."
"With what?!"
"Mostly English. You can't say that it's not bullshit. How am I supposed to know what a juxtaposition is?!" Wade cried in earnest.
"A juxtaposition is when you place two things next to each other so you can compare and contrast them." Peter supplied.
"Whatever!"
"Just-! C'mon." Peter grabbed Wade's arm and led him to his bedroom.
"Ooh, baby boy... I know I said 'making out', but don't you think it's a bit early in the relationship? How can a knight be expected to deflower his-"
"Shut up, Wade!" Peter let out a groan and turned his head away to hide his reddening cheeks. "'Deflower...' As if I'm some damsel." He muttered under his breath.
"Well... You did say that you needed a knight, baby."
"Fuck off."
"My virgin ears!"
"Ugh!" Peter rolled his eyes and shoved Wade in his room. "Just get in!"
"Oof!" Wade 'moaned.' "You're so rough with me, baby."
"I hate you." Peter closed the door behind him, set his bag on his desk chair, and pulled out his English textbook.
"Are you a sophomore?" Wade asked when he caught sight of the number on the textbook.
"Yeah, and aren't you a senior?" Peter shot back.
"Ouch, baby boy. Put your thorns away. It was just a question."
Peter felt his ears begin to burn and he glanced at Wade. The question hadn't even been malicious; it merely had a small tone of curiosity.
"S-Sorry... I just..."
"...Look. I know I'm a senior. And, I don't know if you could tell, but I'm as dumb as a sack of bricks, y'know? But, you? One look at you and I can just tell you're going places; that you're gonna do things with your life. Me? I ain't going anywhere." Wade shook his head and went to the door. "This was a bad idea."
"Wait! I... I can help you. I'm sorry. I don't... I normally don't do this sort of thing, I don't have many friends. Please don't leave." Peter practically lunged across the room just to grab Wade's arm. He caught a glimpse of Wade's face, a look of surprise plastered on it. However, he wasn't allowed to gander for very long, considering Wade shoved him to the ground.
"Don't look at me."
"I-I didn't see-"
"I don't care! You don't get to look at me!" Wade snarled.
Ouch. That hurt a bit more than Peter would've liked to admit.
"I don't get to see the face of my savior?" It wasn't the time for jokes. Peter knew this. Of course he knew this. But, his mouth refused to sync with his mind and he so desperately wanted the old Wade back. The Wade that joked no matter how irritated Peter seemed to get.
"No. You don't. And, you never will." With that, Wade pulled the door open so fast, Peter thought it was going to rip off it's hinges, and sauntered out of both Peter's room and his house.
