A Dinner With Framily (SpideyPool)

A Dinner With Framily- Chapter Seven

Peter had an undeniable kink in his neck from falling asleep on Wade's torso.

But it was a good kink.

He groaned, grimacing at the shot of pain that spread through his neck like wildfire. He sat up on the couch, rubbing the sore spot with his hand.

Wade was sound asleep next to him, his body sprawled over the couch like a plushy Wade-blanket.

Peter groggily half-smiled, using his fists to push himself up and head to the bathroom,

Wade opened his eyes when he heard the door creak open, leaning over the couch and making sure that Peter was really in the bathroom.

He got up, tiptoeing to the kitchen and pulling out an egg carton and bacon.

He heard the sound of the shower being turned on, and used his time wisely.

There were two plates on the kitchen table when Peter was out of the bathroom, dressed in one of Wade's shirts and sweat pants.

Peter ran a hand through his damp hair, furrowing his eyebrows when the smell of fresh eggs and bacon wafted through the apartment.

"What did you do, Wade?" Peter questioned, giving his hair a good flip to get rid of the water droplets.

Wade had a pan and a spatula in his hands, scraping eggs onto a plate in front of him. "I am making Breakfast for a change." He put bacon on the same plate, before putting the rest on his plate and giving himself the rest of the eggs.

"Oh?" Peter raised his eyebrows, nodding. "That's uh...good? Yes, that's good." He nodded to himself, straightening out his words.

Wade playfully rolled his eyes, pointing at the television in the living room. "Wanna see what's on the news?"

Peter took a glance at the television, shrugging. "Sure." He walked over into the living room, picking the remote up from the coffee table and pressing the power button.

The news reporter was standing in front of the front entrance to Oscorp, her eyes blown wide with fear. "-citizens here are being ordered to evacuate the premises. Once again there has been an explosion in Wing Seven of Oscorp Industries. Police are-"

Peter couldn't believe what he just heard. "Wade," he said, worry evident in his voice.

Wade looked up from the plate he had just sat on the table, joining Peter in the living room.

There was a knock on the door, and both Peter and Wade shared a look before Wade walked over and opened it.

Harry was standing there, his favorite white shirt torn to shreds and stained black with soot.

He was ghostly pale, his face sunken in and cuts along his exposed arms and legs. Blood soaked into his normally curly hair, spilling over his forehead like a waterfall.

Harry forced a small smile. "Hey lovebirds."

And Harry collapsed in the doorway.
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Hey, guys! I left you on a Cliffhanger didn't I? Sneaky me! ;D