Baby boy

Guilty

Baby boy?

What was his obsession with that pet name?

Whatever it was, the moment Peter heard it he immediately bolted down the road in panic. Did he call him that because he recognized his voice? Or did he just have a tendency to call teenage boys that? Either way it made him uncomfortable.

If Wade did so happen to figure out who he was, Peter hoped that he wasn't going to go round blubbering about it to everyone.

Peter ran around in circles for an hour and a bit, making extra sure that Deadpool wasn't following him before he actually arrived back at Aunt May's.

He quietly snuck in through the door and looked around in the dark before he switched on the lamp. He was honestly starving, it's been a long and demanding day, he deserved something to eat.

With a heave of breath he placed his backpack on the dinning table before heading over to the kitchen and looking for something to snack on.

"A bit late again aren't we?" He cried out with a jump, banging his head on the bottom of the cupboard before he shot around and saw his aunt staring at him with an exhausted expression on her face. "Listen, I know you're probably mad-"

"I'm not mad", she shook her head faintly.

"Oh- uh... You're not?"

"Just concerned. Here I am, staying up late at night waiting for you to come home. What do you do? Are you involved with some shady things?"

"What- No! Nothing like that! It's just Mr Stark has been really busy these days and I'm trying to do all I can... I'm sorry I'm not here that much..." Peter felt bad. He always made her worry.

"You... You're too old to have me babying you I suppose... you're 18 already and almost ready to leave school. I shouldn't be so hard on you but I just can't help but worry..." she walked up to him and placed her hands on his shoulders, giving him a tired smile.

Peter couldn't help but think... She's the last person that needed to apologize...

"I'll stop nagging you... but an evening where we could have dinner together would be nice once in a while you know? I barely know who you are and you live here. Eventually you're gonna move out and after that I'm sure I'll see you even less judging how busy you always are", her smile turned sadder as the guilt grew heavier in Peter's chest.

"I love you okay?"

"I love you too Aunt May", he responded and she smiled, placing a soft kiss on his forehead before she left the room with one last wave.

Peter forgot about his hunger as he dragged himself out the kitchen, grabbing his bag and trudging to his bedroom.

He placed a hand on his door and pushed it open, stepping inside and lightly kicking it shut before he looked up and his heart stopped.

"Nice room you got here, real cosy", Wade commented as he did a small spin to get a full scope of the room.

"What the fuck are you doing here?! You followed me home? You creep!" Peter hissed quietly, hoping not to alert his aunt of the intruder residing in his bedroom.

"I wouldn't say I followed you home. That would be so stalker-y. I watched over you on your travels like the good guardian angel I am", Wade nodded at his reasoning like he almost believed himself.

"Why?!"

"You're real cute you know? Now I see why Iron pants values you so highly", Peter's face paled and Wade giggles like a teenage girl while pointing at him.

"I'm right! Your face said it all! You are Spider-Man!"

"Would you shut up!? My aunt might hear you!" Peter hissed, flailing his arms around frantically while taking a few steps closer to Wade. This was really really bad. Could Peter possibly be able to convince Wade that he wasn't Spider-Man? Would it even matter? God if Mr Stark found out about this, Peter would be in some serious hot water.

"Aren't you old enough to live on your own? Hmph I guess you are near finishing school? Shame, since you're so set on keeping quiet I guess that throws my plans out the window", Deadpool crossed his arms and let out a disappointed grunt.

"What plans?"

"I didn't have many. But I was really hoping to do something along the lines about making you scream underneath me".

What.

Did. He. Just. Say?

God was he implying what Peter thought he was? If not, Wade was very bad at making things not weird and uncomfortable. Peter's face reddened drastically and he turned away from Deadpool as his teenage mind went raging with imagination. Too much imagination for his own good...

"Why would you say something like that to me? You creep! I don't know who you are but you've got the wrong guy!"

"Oh no, I know I'm not mistaken. How could I forget an ass like this?" Deadpool presses his entire front against Peter's back and the smaller male let out a gasp as large hands cupped and squeezed his behind.

What the fuck.

Peter lunged away from his filthy grasp which ended up with him slamming into the wall with a loud thud.

"Peter?" Aunt May let out a call and he squealed.

"S-Sorry May! I fell over my bag! I'm fine!"

"Honestly! You gave me a fright! It's late! Go to sleep!"

"Will do! Sorry!" Peter whipped around and glared at the masked creep who smiled to him from behind his mask, swaying back and forth on his feet like a giddy child.

"Why the fuck did you do that!?"

"Do what? You're going to have to be specific~" Deadpool stepped up to him again and pressed him up against the wall, his thumb and index finger pinching Peter's chin.

"Get off! Get away from me! I swear I'll tell Mr Stark that you're molesting me!"

"Will you now?" Deadpool chuckled huskily, Peter feeling chills run all the way down his spine. "Because Mr Schmuck knows that you are perfectly strong enough to push me away and get rid of me. All you have to do is convince yourself enough that you don't want me here", Wade leaned closer and Peter turned his head away, shoving Deadpool off harshly.

"Get out!" He snapped quietly. "Get out of my fucking room! I want you out! Get out!"

Wade let out a brief chuckle and gave a small curtsy, slipping his way silently out the window and just like that, he was gone. Leaving Peter to his raging thoughts and hormones.

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