Marvel One Shots

Sick - Spideypool

Wowowow I know it's been a looong time since I've updated sorry about that

My ADHD is being a lil bitch so I procrastinate excessively now

H a i w a n t t o d i e 

Anyways take this shitty Drabble I wrote at 4 am 

Peter was sick.

Not the "oh, it's a cold, I can deal" kind of sick, the "my head hurts and I wanna die" kind of sick. Steve and Tony were out on a mission, and Sam and Bucky were on their honeymoon. All the other Avengers were out as well, having received the call from Steve to assemble, so it was just him and FRIDAY, if she even counted.

"Baby boy! I'm here!" Great. Wade has to come in when he's sick. As much as Peter loved seeing his boyfriend, he didn't want to get him sick.

"In here..." Peter croaked out, falling into a fit of coughing. Wade ran into the living room, seeing his boyfriend laying on the couch, coughing and struggling to breathe. He immediately ran to him, rubbing his back to help soothe his body.

Once the smaller male was able to breathe, he snuggled up into Wade, whispering, "I don't feel so good.." "Aww, don't worry sweetums, I got you."

Peter smiled weakly at him, before sneezing and scaring the taller man.

"Holy shit baby, don't do that!"

"Sorry, I can't help it."

"It's alright." The mercenary petted his head fondly.

"Agh, Wade, as much as I love you, my skin is kinda sensitive right now. Could you take off your mask and gloves?"

Wade paused, before nodding.

Once they were removed, Wade kissed the smaller male long and hard, obviously having missed him.

"Wade, you'll get sick."

"I can't get sick."

"Oh, right. I'm stupid." Peter mentally slapped himself in the face.

"My Baby boy is not stupid! Don't you dare insult him!" Wade feigned offense. "Well, excus-exec- achoo!" He sniffled, letting out a little whimper.

"Aww, I'll take care of my little Spidey!" Wade said, dashing off to the medicine cabinet. Peter was too miserable to argue, letting the taller male cover him in blankets, stroke his hair, and spoon feed him soup.

"Petey, do you ever think that maybe one day I'll be spoon feeding you cake at our wedding?"

Peter laughed quietly, his throat still sore.

"I'd love that. Just don't drop it."

"Oh I will." He winked, and Peter smiled at him fondly.

"You're such a weirdo."

"Nerd."

"Oddball."

"Four-eyes."

"I don't even wear my glasses that often!"

"You still wear them, Four-eyes."

Peter groaned at him.

"I hate you so much."

"That's not what you were saying last night, when I was-"

Peter sneezing again, blocking out whatever lewd things his boyfriend was saying.

Wade went back to stroking his hair affectionately, smiling down at him. Peter smiled back, but it was a lazy, sleepy smile.

Wade squished in between the couch and Peter, pushing him gently.

The burnette cuddled into the merc, breathing in his distinct scent of burn cream, laundry detergent, and pine.

It smelled like home.

Wade was his home.

Nothing would ever change that.

The world could be ending now, and he wouldn't care, because he was in Wade's arms, and he was delightfully warm and comfy, and he was happy.

"Thank you."

"Of course." He felt the rise and fall of Wade's breathing, and his heartbeat.

And in that moment, for the first time in a long time, Peter was truly at peace.

He fell asleep like that, tangled up with his love.

-

"STEVE! GET IN HERE NOW! PETER IS SLEEPING ON THE COUCH WITH A BOY!" Tong whisper-yelled through the comms. Steve smiled knowingly, and walked over.

Sure enough, Peter's lithe body was intertwined with Deadpool's on the couch. They were both asleep, and Steve noticed the remains of soup.

"Baby, calm down." Steve said, smiling softly at his son.

"Our son! On our couch! With a guy!" Tony screeched.

"Look, it seems that Deadpool was taking care of him." Steve smiled, pointing at the bowl.

"And look at Peter. Have you ever seen him more at peace?" It was true. He looked genuinely relaxed, cuddled up against the other man.

"Plus Tony, He's 20 now, he can make his own decisions." Steve reminded him, and Tony growled reluctantly.

"Fine. But I'm going to give this... being.. a stern talking to once he wakes up."

"Very well." Steve said, but he knew that if he did a few things (Tony) that he could sway his opinion. Steve just wanted Peter to be happy, and if he was, then Steve was happy too.

"C'mon babe, the bedsheets aren't gonna mess themselves up!" Steve pulled him towards their bedroom, pulling off parts of his suit as they went.

-

Everything, even for a few moments, was perfect.