Glazed Eyes, Empty Hearts ➳ Spideypool

17➳Fun

Don't go looking for goodbye, boy
Yeah you gotta set them free, boy
'Cause you know that's what they need, boy
Yeah you're gonna make them cry, boy
Til' they put you in the ground, boy
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3rd POV

"What the fuck?" Wade gasps, arms tightening around Peter's waist. The police officers standing in the door have sympathetic gazes towards Peter's bruised skin. They failed to find Jason. They failed and now Peter's in danger.

"We just need any information we can get to try to find him. Anywhere he goes frequently. Family or friends' houses he might stay at. Anything to help us find him and get him locked up," the man says, offering a reassuring smile, though it doesn't do anything to help the couple.

"He doesn't have a job. He gets all his money from gambling and the government. He goes to the casino on 4th street a lot, it's his favourite. And the bar a block from my apartment. Other than that, I don't know. He doesn't have any family that I'm aware of. None that he talked about for the two years I've known him for. He's mad at most of his friends right now too. I don't know. I'm sorry," Peter explains, sounding small. He's trembling in Wade's strong grip.

"Okay. We'll be sure to raid those two locations. Multiple precincts around here are on the lookout for him. He'll be found. Have a good night," the man says, offering another worn smile before heading out through the lobby doors.

"Let's get you back up to the penthouse," Wade murmurs, pressing a kiss to Peter's temple.

"I want to go back," Peter blurts, frowning in confusion at his own words. Wade freezes in his movement and Peter's quick to backtrack on his words. "Not forever. I just want to get my stuff. He's not home. He's not stupid enough to go back."

"You really want to go back there?" Wade says in concern. That has to be bad for Peter's wellbeing.

"I need to, Wade. I need to get my stuff and May's stuff and Ben's stuff. I can't leave it there with him. I can't," Peter begs, doe eyes going wide and soft.

"You can't just pull puppy-dog eyes every time you want something," Wade mutters, a smile touching his face.

"We'll wait for Gwen to get here and then we'll go to mine for just a couple minutes. Please? I just need a few minutes," Peter says, dropping the childish pleading to talk to Wade like an adult. "I know what I'm doing, okay? I've been dealing with Jason for over a year."

Wade sighs, long and worn. "Okay. It's your choice. But just so you know, I'm not letting you do anything alone, okay? I don't trust it."

*

When Gwen had gotten the text from Peter, she was worried, to say the least.

Come to the tower ASAP. Need to talk. Stay a few days. Safety reasons. I'll explain when you get here.

She was worried and nervous, but she would never say no to something that sounded so important.

As soon as she arrives at the tower, she races into the lobby, bag slung over her shoulder with clothing since she'll be staying a few days.

Peter's easy to spot in bright pink hello kitty pyjama bottoms and an oversized blue hoodie, hair falling in messy curls around his ears. With a man standing next to him. (I don't think Gwen and Wade have met yet?) He's tall and muscular, wearing a pair of loose grey sweatpants and a tight black long sleeve.