Peter felt horrible for what he had just done.
But he left me no choice. I tried reasoning with him, I tried shouting, I tried ignoring...
Yes, but... Maybe - just maybe - the punch was a little too much.
Aww, come on, he's just a stranger, I've hurt many other strangers before...
Yeah, but those were bad guys. What did Wade do that made him a bad guy?
Well he certainly wasn't innocent.
Anyway, bad guy or not, Wade didn't deserve that punch. Yes, he looked like a thug, yes, he had some nasty scars on his face, yes, that hoodie of his looked like it was used for hiding drugs... But really now, those were only part of the façade. Like, Wade couldn't possibly be a sexually obsessed gay pedophile that was trying to get close to him and then hide him in a dark backstreet, beat the living crap out of him then smuggle his organs to Russia for a dying gang boss. Naah, this was so unrealistic. Wade looked really strong, even his muscles had muscles. But he didn't look like a wrestler on steroids. He looked really good.
Oh, yeah, he looked good...
Point being - if he wanted to take Peter down, he could have done that a month ago and he needed to apologize.
Peter stood up all night and played some video games while he waited. Nothing. The hours flew. By midnight he had already read the whole Crossfire series and still nothing. He was trying to figure what he was going to say to make Wade forgive him. For all he knew, it will only take a "Hey, Wade!" and a nice smile and BAM! The blonde will forget everyting. It was Peter's fault after all. Of course, none of this would have happened if Wade had asked him out... Not like a date - Peter wasn't into boys - but, you know, just a nice stroll in Central Park, and they could be friends.
Wade always showed up at Peter's window at exactly 4:00 AM and started throwing rocks. It was quarter to four. He'll come. He always does. And then Peter will apologize.
***
Shit, is the sun rising already? Peter thought as he looked away from the TV. The sky was already beginning to light up.
6 AM?! And I didn't even touch the bed. The bus to school will arrive in less than an hour.
***
"Wade!" I screamed as the teacher hit the black-board with the chalk, waking me up and pointing his attention towards me.
"Do you have something you wish to let the whole class know?"
"No, sir." I mumble.
"That is exactly what I thought. Now stop dreaming of your boyfriend and pay attention. You're drooling."
What?! Wade was so not my boyfriend! Last night's been boring without him. Well, he's gonna come today after classes, that's for sure.
The last three hours spent in school made me appreciate the meaning of life. I mean everything was suddenly so boring, I felt like I was dying a little on the inside every five minutes. Something inside me told me that boredom was not the reason.
After the last class, I went outside. Wade was nowhere to be seen. Maybe he's just a little late. I thought, and sat down on a bench while I was waiting for him to appear. After an hour I found myself staring at Harry Osborn who was standing in front of me, looking curious.
"Dude, what's wrong?" he asked and sat next to me.
"Nothing. I'm just bored."
"Oh, don't you give me the nothing-I'm-just-bored thing. Peter, I've known you forever, I know a sad you when I see him. Now tell me everything."
"Harry, I'm-"
"Stop protesting, you're gonna tell me what's wrong and there's nothing you can do about it."
Jeesus Christ, is everyone I know becoming an overly attatched stalker?
On the way home, I told him everything.
"So you're telling me that you hit a random guy that was stalking you and now you feel bad about it?"
"Yeah..."
"So you feel bad about punching a possible drug dealer, school drop-out and future-less guy that possibly lives in the suburbs of Queens?"
Something tingled inside of my belly, much like the Spider-Sense, only this one made my stomach churn.
"Th -- This is where he lives?" I asked a little too excited.
Harry looked surprised to see me so eager.
"I umm... I want to apologize." I explained, being struck by Harry's puzzled expression. "It's the least I can do..." I mumbled.
"Dude, if you are gonna go there, at least make sure to wear a full body ballistic armor. I heard Flash talking about how one of his siblings got shot and the bullet had just barely missed his lungs."
He looked serious about it so I'll have to think about it very seriously either.
***
Okay, here goes... I think as I bid Aunt May goodbye and I head for the Queens' suburbs. I clutched Spider-Man's mask, hidden inside my pocket and I really hoped I won't need it and that the skin-tight spandex suit that I wore underneath my clothes will stay unused for today.
As I reached the first dark alley, I started to call Wade's name. Loud.
I stopped. My Spider-Sense tingled. Two seconds later an old woman screamed from a rooftop. I pulled on my mask, deposited my clothes in an empty trashcan and swung to the top of the appartment block, to find Deadpool pointing his gun at the said old lady.
I sneaked behind the merc and punched him in the back of his head, just to give me enough time to make a web-matress on the kerb below us and slowly drop the woman there
"Run!" I shouted. "I'll take care of him!"
I turned my attention to Deadpool, who was slowly coming towards me, his broad grin deforming the black and red mask.
"Hey, Spidey! Came to rescue your damsel in distress? A little too old for you, don't you think?"
I pushed him against an AC exterior unit.
"Mmm, easy tiger. I know you'd like to do me against a wall but I usually don't go this far on the first date." His voice sounded serious and I blushed under my mask. I mean... I was draped against a sack of muscles that was hitting on me. And I will not even mention the fact that the hard bulge in his suit was pressed against my belly, let alone the heat that was picking up in my groin.
Catching me off-guard, the mercenary took my hand, spun me 180 degrees and pressed me against the solid plastic wall.
"Kinda weird being the dominated one huh? You know what? The word of the day is LEGS. Why don't we go to my place and spread the word?"
Unf... How could he do this? He was just joking, for God's sake.
"What were you doing to that old lady?" I asked after I got a grip.
"Meh, she was just another contract. They would pay me good money for her, though. I'd have had money for twenty tacos a day for a whole week! Can you imagine? Tacos for a week? What can a smoking hot merc with a mouth wish more?" He paused for a minute. "I'll be right back."
He zapped away and he came back two minutes later holding two tacos. He turned around, pulled his mask off and revealed a familiar blonde hair. He faced me again, chewing.
"Want some?"
Oh Sweet Jesus...
The strong jawline, the perfect cheekbones, the warm blue eyes, the flawless chin, the sculptural nose, the gentle lines of his lips...
Wade?!
