Spider-Man Oneshots

Soulmates

Peter was happy. His soulmate was clearly someone with a sense of humor. The tattooed words on his wrist, the first words his soulmate would ever say to him, were, "goddammit, I hope you're a bottom."

When he'd asked any of his parental figures about what that meant through the years, back when he was an innocent child, they'd always skirted around it. Now that Peter was a grown boy he knew what it meant. Disappointingly for his soulmate, he wasn't a bottom. He'd spent his entire life thinking he couldn't be a bottom, thinking he didn't like boys.

Thinking he was straight.

That all changed one day.

Everyone he knew had cute little things as their soulmark. May had, "excuse me, sorry for interrupting, but you're my soulmate." Tony had, "are you KIDDING ME? My soulmate is not Tony Stark, this is a nightmare." Pepper had, "hi, you know who I am." MJ had, "Wait. Say that again." Ned had, "I can't believe we get to meet Tony effing Stark!" Neither had met their soulmates yet.

His favorites were Steve and Bucky, though. Steve had, "fuck you." (One day, in the 1900's, Steve had accidentally stepped on Bucky's toe on the schoolyard while running from some bullies, and Bucky had been in a bad mood.) Bucky had, "So YOU'RE the IDIOT WHO GAVE ME THE WORST FUCKING SOULMARK IN ALL OF THE WORLD EVER!"

Today was just like any. He went to school, got bored, got bullied, got food, and got into Happy's car. Soon after arriving at the tower, he bid goodbye to Tony and pulled on his suit. He swung around town, looking for trouble. Finally he came across a disgusting scene that almost plunged him into flashbacks. A man, shoving a woman against a wall, forcibly undressing her.

Peter swung down and didn't even try to come up with a sarcastic remark. He webbed the man to a wall and the woman ran.

Suddenly, a man in red and black jumped down next to Peter. He held up a gun and immediately shot the rapist.

He turned to Peter and took him in, eyes raking over the smaller figure. Peter, who was in a bit of a good mood after the rapist was taken down, smirked and slowly spun for the man to take in his body.

"Goddammit, I hope you're a bottom." Muttered the man. Peter froze.

He looked at the man in red and black and took in his figure, his words, everything. Then, before he could stop it, he murmured, "fuck, I'm gay."

Now the other man froze. He rolled up his sleeve, a gap now between his sleeve and his glove. Scrawled in messy script were the very words Peter had just uttered.

In retaliation, Peter rolled his sleeve up too and showed the man in red and black his soulmark.

The man exhaled a laugh. "Hi."

Peter giggled in response. "Hi. I'm Peter. What's your name?"

"Deadpool, nice to meet you."

"Oh, we're using our made-up names. Um, I'm Spider-Man, then."

He smirked. "I know. You're hot. Nice ass, by the way."

Peter blushed. "Could I know your real name?"

He slowly said, "Wade. Wade Wilson."

Peter smiled. "Peter Parker."

"Could I see your pretty face, Petey-boy?"

"Only if I can see yours, sweetie."

"I... I don't know, Peter. I'm not everything I pretend to be."

Peter grabbed his exposed wrist. "Like your scars? Wade, I don't care about scars. Scars just mean you were strong enough to survive."

Wade glanced away as Peter's fingers brushed over his wrist.

"Please, Wade?"

He hesitated, but Wade slowly nodded. Peter reached up and carefully pulled Wade's mask off. Underneath, a beautiful, around seventeen year old boy with severe burn scars and bright blue eyes stared at the ground. Peter cupped his cheek and made him look up at him.

"Beautiful, Wade. You're beautiful."

Then Wade pulled off Peter's mask. His breath left his lungs in a quick burst.

"Shit, baby boy. Why the hell do you hide this behind a mask?"

Peter couldn't help it any longer. He surged forward and pressed his lips against Wade's. Wade gasped and quickly responded to the kiss, wrapping his arms around Peter's waist and pulling him closer.

(•^-^•)

After Peter gave Wade his first time, he decided he should probably introduce his soulmate to Mr. Stark. May had awkwardly met Wade the morning after, but Tony still had no idea that his innocent little bean was dating.

"Mr. Stark?"

"I thought we cut this 'Mr. Stark' bullshit. Honestly Pete, I think I would prefer dad."

"Okay. Dad?"

"Hm. I kinda like it."

"Daaaaaaad?"

"Yeah?"

Tony finally spun around in his chair to see Peter standing with the city's deadliest mercenary.

"Peter. Step away from him."

"Dad, this is my soulmate, Wade Wilson. We're dating."

"Peter, why?"

"He's my soulmate, dad! I like him a lot!"

"Peter, he's killed people!"

"Who hasn't?!"

"He's dangerous!"

"So are you!" Peter finally snapped, yelling. "Everyone I surround myself with is dangerous! I'm dangerous, dad! I-I love him, okay?"

"You love me?"

Peter turned to Wade. "I mean, um, yeah."

"Oh my god. Oh my god. You know I love you too, right?"

"Now I do."

Peter embraced Wade, and they kissed.

"Alright, kid," Tony patted Peter's shoulder and Peter continued kissing Wade. "I approve. I'll just leave you two be."

As Tony walked out the door, he yelled, "FRIDAY alerts me if you don't use protection!"

Peter flipped Tony off as Wade pushed him down onto Peter's personal desk.

Desk sex? Check.

Kinda short one, but I like it. Maddie might get discharged on Monday! -Jayden