Brown. Wade's eyes were brown. That was Peter's first discovery upon Wade taking off his helmet. Dark, brown eyes that were full of hurt and distrust. Two things Peter didn't even know how much he never wanted to see in those eyes ever again, until that moment. His second discovery was that Wade's face was covered in burn scars, and that his brows were bald, much like the top of his head.
"Stop looking at me like that." Wade growled, and Peter blinked and looked at him questioningly.
"Like what?"
"Like you're... in awe or some shit. Stop it." Wade looked away, shoving his gloved hands in the pockets of his jeans.
"I don't know how else you expected me to react." Peter said.
"I expected you to run out of here, screaming about how I'm a monster! But, instead you're looking at me like I'm..." Wade trailed off.
"Handsome? Because you are." Peter murmured, glancing down at the ground as his cheeks flushed. He meant it, though. Even with the scars, which hadn't even bothered Peter in the first place, Wade's facial structure made Peter insecure about his own.
"That's a bit queer, don't you think?" Wade raised an eyebrow.
"I uh... Never said I wasn't." Peter shrugged, let out a bitter laugh, and continued to avoid Wade's eyes. "No one can know, though. Do you know what Flash would do if he found out? He already accused me of being a-"
"Has he touched you? Talked to you? Looked at you?" Wade asked suddenly, a dark look overtaking his features.
"What? No-"
"I told that son of a bitch if he ever-"
"Wade, he hasn't. It just... It'll get around."
"...Yeah, I guess it will." Wade said softly. "Are you uh... Okay?"
Peter raised his eyebrow at that. "What do you mean? I'm fine. I'm more worried about you, to be honest. You didn't have to do that. Not if you just wanted to prove a point."
"Don't you see, baby boy? That's exactly why I had to do it. People have looked at me and refused to even be seen with me because of my face. They ran off screaming!" Wade shook his head and looked away, resentment plain on his features.
"Yeah, well... I'm not 'people.'" Peter said softly.
Eventually, when Wade finally got over the initial standoffishness, they were sitting against the wall once again, and talking about utter nonsense.
"Okay, but hear me out." Wade said as he reached out towards Peter, a grin plastered on his face.
Peter shook his head and wrapped an arm around his middle. It was almost as if he was holding himself together. As if the loud laughs escaping him threatened to rip him apart.
"I can't believe you just said that-"
"Here me out, baby boy-"
"No!" Peter cried. "I can't breathe!!"
Wade simply leaned back against the wall and looked at Peter with a fond smile.
'Finally.' Wade thought. 'Someone who doesn't see me as a monster.'
"I'd never see you as a monster, Wade." Peter said, suddenly serious. Wade looked at him, confused, until it suddenly occurred to him that he had said that out loud.
"...I honestly don't know why you wouldn't." He replied, before he shoved his hands in his pockets.
"Just because of your scars? I don't care about those. I thought I already made that clear." Peter reached out and placed a hand on Wade's arm. "You've done a lot for me. More than my best friend would have ever done!"
"Hate to break it to ya, but rich boy ain't your friend." Wade looked at the hand on his arm, his expression unreadable, before he turned his head away completely.
"That's what I'm saying!" Peter sighed. "...Listen, I don't know how you got them, but they don't define you. I honestly don't care, Wade. I just wanna hang out with you." Peter said and reached out, before he turned Wade's face to him.
Wade's eyes widened and Peter hated how surprised he looked; how vulnerable he looked. He couldn't understand why people would treat him badly just because of scars.
"I promise you, Wade." Peter said, looking into his eyes imploringly. "I don't think you're a monster and I'm not just gonna run away."
"I... Alright." Wade murmured and Peter couldn't help but look away, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. He pulled his hand away from Wade's face.
"Yeah..."
"Thank you."
Peter looked at Wade, confused. "What for?"
"For... I don't know. Accepting me?" He let out a sigh. "Not many people have done that, so... Thank you."
"You... Don't have to thank me for that, Wade." Peter said. He finally dragged his eyes back up to meet Wade's.
"Yeah... I guess not. We're even, now."
Peter simply smiled at that and felt overjoyed once Wade returned it.
