Tacos, Spider-suits and Sex

Chapter 10

Home is where the heart is.

A corny quote that jostled around in Peter's head as the two made their way to Wade's apartment. There wasn't a word shared between them during the journey, which did semi-concern Peter, but when the wind picked up Wade huffed, and wrapped an arm around Peter's shoulder casually. He wasn't to worried about Deadpool not wanting him around. Smirking to himself, he tried to imagine Wade being the kind of guy to give his jacket to his date. He nearly chocked on a snicker when he envisioned Deadpool laying out a coat over a puddle. The idea seemed rather silly. Peter was thankful for the warmth though, only finding it a little difficult to adjust himself so that they walked in sync. Have you ever tried to walk properly with someone's arm around your neck?

Trust Wade to be (semi)chivalrous only when it suited him. He'd noticed Peter trying to fall into step with him and chortled, taking two big strides forward, and destroying any progress he'd made. Peter huffed, elbowing his rib, "Jerk."

"I could always carry you, like the damsel in distress! I'll be your knight in shining spandex!" Deadpool squealed excitedly, "Speaking of which, you ever thought about how stupid a fabric choice that is when it gets cold? I mean, my balls kinda shrivel up in the winter."

"I didn't need to know that." Peter winced, debating pushing Wade's arm away when he took another long step ahead, dragging Peter along.

Silence rested over them like a blanket then, the chills of fall roaming around them as they drew closer to Wade's apartment. The alley still hung over Peter's head like a bad dream, running Wade's words through his head like a broken record. Someone was threatening him. Moreover, threatening Wade with him. It made him nervous to know someone out there knew the identity of Spiderman, and was abusing that knowledge. He'd always feared what might happen. Wondering if he'd get attacked in his sleep, if someone would target his Aunt May, if he'd ever be able to live a regular life once the secret was out. His boss would have a field day printing a story on him, "My Geeky Reporter is Secretly a Vigilante" or something stupid and self-aimed.

But whoever was holding this information over him, they hadn't revealed anything yet, just blackmailed Wade into killing. Which, honestly probably wasn't that difficult of a task. No matter how much Peter would like to think it, Deadpool most likely would keep on killing, no matter his strong moral persuasion. Deadpool liked killing. But that guy in the alley was different. He'd done that for Peter's sake, and that made him feel sick to his stomach. He would almost prefer to be publically outed. He would gladly take the rough headlines.

"Thinking dirty thoughts spidey?" Wade interrupted, smirking on the other side of his mask, "Please, share with the class."

"Huh?" Peter mumbled, jolted from his thoughts, "Uh, no... just thinking."

"Naked old ladies or dead puppies?"

"Excuse me?"

Wade smirked, "You had this sort of disgusted aura about ya. Looked like anime, with those black tentacle thingies oozing out and everything. Sooooo, ya' thinkin' bout' dead puppies or naked old ladies? Cus' those are probably the worst things I can think of."

"Neither." Peter retorted, shuddering, "That's both sad and disgusting. I have an aunt that is- jeez. That's just gross, Wade." He did knock Wade's arm away this time.

"Fine. No more naked old ladies." Both arms now free, Wade threw them behind his head, linking his fingers together against his neck as they walked. He looked utterly relaxed if not too casual, "What's with the lemon face then?"

"You can't see my face, Wade."

"I have Deadpool senses." he snickered, "Spidey-senses was already trade marked."