𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄: 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅

1; hunted?

- : ♡ : // Deadpool/Wade has voices. Their names are white and yellow.
[ White ]
[Yellow]

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Peter stared down at the busy streets with a tired huff, his eyes shutting softly. The small boy felt the New York air fill his lungs, the noisy city clouding his senses. He felt his shoulders slouch forward, and let out a breathe he had been holding for a long time. Pete's hands slowly reached up to his binder, the whine that had burrowed itself deep in his throat pushing through his lips.

The warning that someone was approaching meant nothing to him as his spider sends forced the hair on his neck to stand up. He was too tired, too beat. Take me, world.

" What's a pretty place like you doing on a building like this?" Wade spoke through his thick leather mask, slowly sitting down beside the boy. His eyebrows furrowed as he stared at Peter, he was trying to figure out how a regular young man like the boy before him would want to hang out all the way up here. " You know, you could get real hurt if you fell from all the way up here."

" huh?" Pete flinched, his eyes widening as he slipped his hand out from under his binder, and out of his hoodie. He had forgotten he was wearing civilian clothes, and even his mind didn't allow the man's words to mean anything. He heard them, but he was too deep in thought to figure out what he said.

" I said..you could get hurt, are you okay?" Deadpool furrowed his brows, his head cocking to the side as he stared at the boy worriedly.

" Yeah. You just caught me thinking. I don't mean to sound like a nineties cliche, but this is my peaceful place. " A blush fell upon his pale cheeks, as he adjusted his civilian clothes, his feet dangling under the busy street.

" Oh my gosh! Nineties Cliches are my favorite Cliches! Can I keep him?!" Wade squeaked to the boxes as he stared at Peter, the lenses in his masks going wide.

He was always very expressive.

[ I vote yes. I want him. He's adorable. Like a puppy. I love him. We're keeping him.]

[ we are NOT keeping him. We can't legally own another human, and we don't know him.]

[ But we could if we kept him! ]

[ and what would happen when he actually saw our face? huh?]

[ we aren't ACTUALLY stealing him. It's just the thought that we might be able to steal him..]

[ That's kidnapping. It's illegal.]

Deadpool was listening so intently, that he couldn't make out the younger male's words. His eyes watched as his lips moved, but his ears didn't register the sound of his voice. He agreed with Yellow rather then White, White was a negative Nancy. He never wanted them to find love, but, truth be told, he was always right. They saw Wade's face and ran. He was so ugly his face killed Vanessa.

" um, Mr. Sir? Are you okay?" Pete's head cocked to the side, as he stared up at the large man in the red and black suit.

" What?" The mercenary looked up, before nodding quickly. He felt himself jolt back to reality as he looked up at the small boy. His gloved hands pulled out a gold card, the name Peter Parker written across it.
" Hey kid, do you think you could help me out?"

" Of course, sir. What do you need?" Petey smiled softly, his eyelashes fluttering. His hands played with the strings of his hoodie, his hands fidgeting nervously.

It wasn't very often Pete met someone new while he was dressed up as a civilian. He had is little group of friends, and many familiar faces. Never anyone new.

" Do you know someone named, Peter Parker?" Deadpool hummed softly, kicking his feet in sync with the younger Male's. " Some guy, I think his name is..Flash? Ordered a hit on him."

" A..A hit? You mean, Flash wants me dead?" Pete went wide eyed, fear bubbling through his body as he stared at the man in the suit. " Why? "

" Wait, You're Peter Parker? He said you were bullying him." Wilson's eyebrows knitted as he stared at Pete, he was way to small to hurt anyone.

" Me? No. I'm just surprised he actually called me Peter, and not Patricia.." The Freshman mumbled the last part, his lips trembling softly. He couldn't believe Flash was being serious when he said he wanted to kill Peter. " Flash and I used to date. I guess he just..I dunno.."

" Peter?"

" Yeah?"

" It was nice to meet you. I'm Deadpool. "

" I'm sorry, about Flash..Its been a little shaky since I've come out. " Peters cheeks puffed out, and he held the tears burning his brown irises back. " I can pay you back?"

" Don't bother. I know how to get my money.."

" are you sure? I mean I don't have much to give but, if you need it, I get it. " Peter's eyes slid from Wade to the busy streets like a ping pong ball. " I like you, Deadpool.."

For the first time in Wade's life, he was completely speechless, as he stared at Peter. He slowly shut his eyes, allowing his hand to gently grasp at the boys shoulder, offering a smile. They sat there for an eternity, in silence. Wade offered the boy soft smiles, and Pete would smile back sadly.

After awhile of their small routine, Peter-Man stood up, onto his small feet with a hum. The Anti-Hero watched as the freshman slipped down the fire escape. The poor boy looked like he was about to cry.

[ Wait. What did he mean by come out? Like, as gay? ]

[ That doesn't make sense. He dated Flash Thompson. Flash is a boy. Didn't he say his name was Patricia? ]

[ for the first time, I'm a bit confused. Why would Flash try to kill Peter, if Peter didnt do anything wrong?]

Wade stared at the empty spot beside him, it took him all night to figure Peter out, and once he did, him and the boxes agreed they'd go after Flash. That kid, had no right to hurt Parker, just because he was different. Deadpool was going to teach him a lesson. Wade huffed and slide down the fire escape, before sliding into his room through the window, shaking his head.

That was his job. Saving the little guys. After all, isn't that what a hero would do?

No..No..Not a hero..
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