Glazed Eyes, Empty Hearts ➳ Spideypool

2➳Fools

  I am tired of this place, I hope people change
I need time to replace what I gave away
And my hopes, they are high, I must keep them small
Though I try to resist I still want it all

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(I use pet names wayyyy too much. I'm just obsessed with them lmao. Sorry in advance)

I groan as I drag myself out of bed a few weeks later. My body's aching with the aftermath of the beating I took the night before.

Jason's out for the day, probably for most of the night as well for his job. Meaning, I finally get to relax for the day. It's a Saturday, but I don't even have any homework to do.

So I do the only logical thing and call Wade to come over. We don't hang out a lot as just Wade and Peter, normally just Spider-Man and Deadpool so it'll be fun to hang out as the two civilians for once.

"Hey, baby boy. What's up?" Wade's voice comes through, laughing and cute.

"Just bored. Wanna come over to mine? Jason's out all day and I'm lonely and want to watch stupid movies with someone," I say hopefully, mood instantly lifting.

"I just woke up so give me a bit to shower, but I'll be over in a few, Yeah?"

"Okay. Thank you," I murmur, smiling absentmindedly.

"My pleasure, petey-pie. I'll be over in like half an hour, Kay?"

I hum in response, hanging up and letting the phone fall back to my bed, just as I get a text.

Gwen: hey don't forget you promised to hang out tomorrow for a study date

Peter: Not a date but yeah I'll be there

Gwen: you better or I'll fite you

Peter: id like to see you try

When Wade finally arrives, I'm too far in my need for physical contact. And he seems to know that when he finds me, curled up on the couch with an old Hallmark movie playing on the small television.

"Cute," he says, looking over my old sweatpants and one of his hoodies I stole a long time ago.

"Shut up," I reply, no bite to my words. "C'mere."

"Needy," he mutters, but complies nonetheless, flopping down on the couch, head on the opposite end to mine.

I pout, eyebrows furrowing.

He laughs loudly, carelessly. "Then come here. I know you like cuddling like this."

My frown instantly fades as I crawl over to him, collapsing on top of his warm chest.

I hum happily at his warmth, pulling myself up close so I can hear his steady heartbeat loud in my ears. He wraps his arms tightly around my waist and back, securing myself on top of his as our legs tangle together. I use my free hand, the one that's not trapped underneath me, to grab the old blanket from the back of the couch and toss it over me.

"What happened?" he finally asks, fingers tracing over the deep purple ring of bruise on my cheekbone. The peace doesn't leave his face, but his arm tightens around me like he can protect me from the whole world.