Chapter 8: a mournful awakening

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I'm so sorry this took so long to be posted warning ⚠️Extreme violence ⚠️

Peters pov

We smiled at each other. He picks me up. He brings me to his room. His sets me down his bed. Then starts looking in his closet for something.

" I can walk Wade." I whine. He turns around and wags his finger. I shake my head a little smiling.

He comes out of his closet with a pair of sweatpants and a Deadpool hoodie. He hands me them. He starts to leave the room. I grab his arm.

" Don't leave me." I whimper. He sighs and turns around. I smile at that.

" Such a gentleman." I tease. He shakes his head laughing.

" No baby boy if I see you shirtless, I don't think I can hold myself back." He says gruffly.

I take off the hospital gown. I pull the black sweatpants on they are a little big then I pull on the sweatshirt which is huge on me. It smells like wade which means it smells like death and tacos. I tap Wades shoulder.

" Oh fuck baby boy you look so beautiful." He say and leans over and kisses me softly. He pulls away grinning.

" Stop staring you creep." I push him playfully.

"You love  it when I stare. You are such a pretty boy  aren't you."

I blush at his comments.

" Praise kink."

" Stop ruining sweet moments you goof."

He smiles softly at me. I stand on my tippy toes and kiss his lips softly.

" What do you want to do babe?" He asks

" That's a new nickname." I point out.

He smiles nodding. He picks me up and throws me over his shoulder.

" TACO BABE ,TACO BABE, TACO BABE, TACO BABE." Wade chants as he carries me down the stairs of his apartment building. People looked at us weird. The new nickname was weird but not hated.

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We made it our favorite restaurant. I sat down Wade put on his mask. I frown.

" Oh baby boy don't pout, I don't want to people to leave because of me." Wade says lightly I knew it hurt him to hide his face. To have to care what people thought of him.

Wade gets up. He stumbles over to the bathroom. I giggle softly as he fumbles around. I know he's doing it to fuck with people.

As I wait for him someone comes to my table. A middle age man who's hair was starting to grey.

" Hello sir I hope you don't mind but my car is not working and you look like a bright young man." He says politely hunting that he needs help.

I feel a small buzz at the back of my head. I ignore it and follow the man outside. He leads me to a white van. The buzz is now a sharp piercing pain. My spidey senses is telling me to get out of there. Then a rag goes over my face. I watch the darkness cloud my vision.

******* hours later **********

I wake up and a strange metal has me handcuffed to a chair. I can't break it. My senses are dulled. This restraints are stopping my powers. I can't escape.

" Your awake." A gruff voice says sinisterly. I look over and see a man he's got really short hair.

" I was shocked to find out you had powers then I realized who you are." He grins.

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