𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄: 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅

2; protection

✧ The sun wasn't out yet, it took its time rising this morning. Wade sat on the roof of Flash Thompson's apartment building, waiting patiently for the snobby teenager to slip out of the building. He held his katana in his palm, turning it in his gloved hand, his big blue eyes staring into the dimly lit street. Highschool would start in thirty minutes, Flash had to come out soon.

He shoved his mask up, to the bridge of his nose, getting ready to bite into the bagle. Deadpool was hungry, his stomach growled for the simple treat, the delicious cream cheese smashed in between two pieces of bread. Fuck, yes please. Wade's eyes narrowed as he tore off a big bite, watching as the little shit strutted out of the building. He stuffed the food into his utility belt, swallowing hard, as he shoved himself off the tall building, diving onto the streets.

Of course, Flash had to arrive during Breakfast time. It was always on his terms, his life revolved on HIS schedule, because nobody else mattered.

It took his healing factor a minute to kick in, and as soon as he felt it, he jumped up to his feet. The large man glared down at Flash, snarling at the boy, watching as his eyes widened.

" Wade? What are you doing? Did you finish the job-?" Flash's voice got high, as he stared up at the mercenary, swallowing the lump in his throat.

" A little birdie told me, you were a transphobic asshole." Ward's voice was deeper then usual, his voice was a string of growls, as he shoved the freshman into the alleyway.

" Asshole? No. Transphobic? Maybe."
His eyes narrowed at the katana, eyebrows furrowed at how quick his old friend was to turn on him. " What are you doing, Wade?"

" I remember your old girlfriend. Patricia, right?" Wade hummed, his expression softening as he lowered his weapon. His left hand pinned the teenager down, roughly against the wall, his brows furrowing. " How is she?"

" She should've been dead. " He spat, rolling his eyes. Of course he didn't kill Patricia. " You didn't kill her?!"

Flash was a lot more scared then he looked, his legs were trembling along with his lips. Even though his voice was calm. Because that wasn't Wade Wilson, whoever this was, Flash has never met him before. This man before him was coldblooded, angry, ready to slice him up in small pieces.

" Him. Patricia IS dead. Peter is alive, and thriving." The mercenary scoffed, gently shaking his head. He pushed his mask off, glaring down at the freshman. " Now. I'm not going to kill you."

" Thank God." He chuckled darkly under his breathe, shaking his head with a frown. " I thought you were being serious about Patricia, man."

" Yeah! Real funny right, buddy?" He giggled softly, shaking his head. " Like, who's panties am I wearing, and how'd they get that far up my a$$?"

[ he's an idiot. why can't we just kill him?]

[ I agree with White. Nobody should ever be allowed to hurt Petey.]

[ Flash Thompson deserves the death penalty.]

" You said it not me man." Thompson shrugged, laughing softly as his joke, gently rolling his eyes.

" Right? Yeah. No. I'm not joking. " His face fell dead serious, shoving his katana back against the smaller man's throat. " You're going to call him- Peter. You're going to use his right pronouns, and you're going to apologize."

" Or what?" Flash squeaked, and cursed at himself for allowing his voice to get that high. He wanted to be sure Wade wouldn't kill him, he wanted to be a lot more confident right now. " What are you going to do?"

" I won't kill you, but I WILL cut your d!$k off and force it down your throat, sweet cheeks." Wade's voice was peppy, his irises filled with rage as he glared down at Thompson. He slowly lowered his weapon to the transphobic man's crotch, eyebrow cocked. " Do you understand?"

" Yes. Yes. I understand. " He nodded quickly, watching as Wade pulled away, offering him a fake smile. Flash gently pushed his mask back down, he couldn't stare at his scarred face for much longer. He was ugly.

Wade moved out of his way, watching him closely as the bully slowly unlocked his door, and slide into his Mercedes. The mercenary waved at him with a fake smile, earning a eyeroll from Flash. The teenager backed out of the driveway, blinking back his tears, with a shaky sigh. That was the first time he had escaped death, and he prayed it was his last.

He never wanted to see Wade fucking Wilson again.

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Peter rubbed his tired eyes, following the herd of angsty teenagers off the bus. He tuned the rest of the world out with music blasting through his ear buds at full volume. Everyone told him it was too loud, but his super hearing required much higher volumes. Especially if he wanted to block the loud world around him out.

Spider-Man kept his head down, his dark brown eyes staring at his feet as he made his way through one of the five entrances in his highschool. The small boy could feel everyone's eyes on him, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. Pete rubbed his eyes with a soft yawn, turning into the tenth building. He pushed the heavy door open, holding it open for the small crowd behind him, and continued to his locker.

Flash leaned against Spider-Man's locker with terror written all over his face, his hands tightly clutching the straps of his book bag. As soon as his eyes met with Peter's, nervousness bubbled deep in the pits of his stomach.

Pete stepped close, slowly tugging his earbud out. A jolt of hurt slammed through his body as he stared at his ex-boyfriend. His dead name echoed through his ears as their eyes met, Flash wanted Peter dead. The hero knew that now.

" Peter. Hey.." Thompson grabbed the boys book bag, gently tugging his Ex close to his side, swallowing hard.

" Get your hands off of me." Parker snapped, staring at him with wide eyes. His senses went from a twelve to a twenty-four, just at the Bully's touch. Everything was like static. " You little-"

" Look.." Flash pulled away, staring down at him with a shaky sigh. He couldn't believe he was doing this, but his life was on the line. " I'm sorry. I shouldn't have ordered a hit on you, and I should've called you Peter. Forgive me?"

" I accept your apology, but I don't forgive you. not yet." The arachnid shook his head, a soft scoff escaping his lips. He went to his locker, and turned his lock with a soft hum.

Flash stood there, beside Pete like an idiot, his face twisted with disbelief. Patricia didn't forgive him? How come SHE didn't forgive HIM? This entire situation was completely insane, especially because the Patrica Thompson knew, would have given him a hug, and forgiven him before he finished the apology.

In the middle of Flash's thought, Peter had slipped away, and the bell rang through the halls. The bully slowly swallowed the herd of people through the hallways, looking for his next class. Pete was finally stuck on his mind, rather then Patricia. Maybe Wade was right, maybe she was really gone.

Maybe he was just an asshole, or maybe she needed to be punished.

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