Blazing Love (SpideyPool) {Under Editing}

Warmth (edited again? Pt2)

Wade roused to the sound of a TV and a dull, rhythmic and continuous beeping in his ear. He dragged his heavy lids open and squinted through the harsh light, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the intense lighting.
Above and across from him nailed to the wall was a small flat-screen TV that he woke to, playing an old, old movie.

Green Lantern.

The teen immediately moaned in his misery. “Oh my Gods, why is that hot and talented actor playing in such a horribly made movie? No, noooo anything but the CGI suits!” He looked around and desperately searched for the remote, but when he turned his head he was instantly met with an unsettling, slap to the face, sight.

There, curled up in the chair beside his hospital bed, slept Peter. The small charming boy who possibly hated Wade was sleeping by his side.
The teen froze and for a moment his mind went blank with the shock of it all, and then he slowly lied back down settling himself into the cushion, trying not to blush at the thought that the boy actually cared about him. His breath hitched in his throat as Peter shifted uncomfortably and soon—a bit too soon—woke with an abrupt jolt. He groaned and set his feet on the ground, they had ached and gotten stiff from having been in an uncomfortable position for too long. He shakily sighed and ran a hand through his disheveled and unkempt hair, wincing as his fingers caught a few knots in his chestnut hair.

Wade watched him quietly—totally not creepily—while not uttering a single word which in his case was probably a little freaky but hey, everyone had their secret obsession with something. Some people had tv shows, others had celebrities and weird asian boy bands.
For Wade, it was Peter.

When the said boy turned to check on him he immediately yelped and stumbled out of his chair, landing on the floor with an 'oof'. In his worry Wade hastily sat up and bit back a hiss when his limbs ailed in pain from the sudden movement. He gritted his teeth and took deep shaky breaths through his nose and Peter, taking notice of this, quickly got to his feet and scampered to his side. “Are..are you okay?” He asked anxiously, his voice shaky and thick with concern. “Fine.” Wade breathed through clenched teeth and settled himself back down against the pillow. “How long was I out for?” He asked curiously, his voice heavy and thick with the extracts of sleep. Peter bit down on his puffy bottom lip and dropped his gaze giving him the image of a kicked puppy.

Wade withered at his expression and sat up once more, slowly and cautious so as to not injure himself any further. “Hey, Petey...” Peter sighed and gave into Wade's anxious attempt to get the information out of him, he twiddled his thumbs and opened his mouth to speak. “A week.” He answered dully, cringing as though he were expecting an outrage from the injured teen. Instead, Wade sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, he already felt a migraine starting to form. “Gran is gonna kill me.” He complained with a a moan, the earful he was sure to get was already playing itself in his head. Peter tilted his head and furrowed his brows. “Gran? Where are your parents? I haven't seen them come to visit you once.” He claimed with a disappointed expression, it bothered him that Wade had been left alone the whole week without a single visitor that wasn't him. Wade frowned and looked out the window, he didn't have the guts to face the boy as he replied. “Ah...my mom died of cancer when I was small and my dad died when I was in middle school.” He responded solemnly. He then shuddered, remembering that his father was an abusive man and not worthy of Wade's sorrow. How could he forget? And yet, his father was never like that from the start.

When his mother was alive his father was a kind man, of course, he was still hard on Wade, for he had been in the army for some time and wanted his son to be a hardened man as he was, but not once had he laid a hand on him when he was young or his mother who kept their family together most of the time.
Peter felt a lump form in his throat, but not wanting Wade to see him all choked up, he swallowed thickly and cleared it. “I-I'm sorry.” He apologized and shifted uncomfortably, switching from one foot to the other. “If it makes you feel any better, we're both kinda the same, my parents died when I was four.” He explained in an attempt to cut the tension between them, maybe the talk of more dead parents wasn't a good choice to make.