𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄: 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅

3; stalker

✧ The Arachnid rubbed at the hairs on the back of his neck, his Spider senses hadn't calmed down since he stepped off the bus in the morning. His big brown eyes scattered along the empty hallways as he slide out of the bathroom. Peter held the Spider-Man mask in his palm, his legs shaking softly as he shuffled down the hallway.

Wide doe eyes pushed along the deserted hallway, searching for any signs of someone, something, anything off about today. The Amazing Spider-Man took in a deep breathe, his chest puffing out as he heard the footsteps behind him. He shoved the mask on, over his soft features, and turned around to face his stalker. His wide expressive lenses met with the large Mercenaries, his small frame relaxing.

" Are you here to kill me?" Spider-Man spoke softly through his mask, slowly building up his courage.

" And risk never seeing that ass around New York? I don't think so." He teased, with a smile, looking the superhero up and down. " I'm looking for Peter Parker.."

" Parker? He's probably heading to his Stark internship. " Spider-Man shrugged his shoulders, a frown on his lips, as he furrowed his brows. He stared at Deadpool in confusion, what did he want to do with his civilian self? " Why? What do you want with him?"

[ He's so cute, he thinks we don't know who he is.]

[ We know what he was wearing before he went into the bathroom. He isn't good at covering it up.]

[ That's why we're here. To help him out. To make sure he didn't and doesn't get hurt.]

" Deadpool? Yoohoo, Mercenary man?" Spider-Man waved his hands in front of the loud mouths face, one of his lenses squinting, and the other wide, creating a comical look.

" huh?" The merc tuned out his voices, slowly looking at the small teenager in front of his eyes.

" I said: what do you want with Peter Parker?" Peter seemed to be losing his patience, his tone coated in annoyance. He really was just exhausted, he hadn't gotten solid sleep in a couple days.

" How about, I get to see you squeezed in spandex, and I'll tell you over some Mexican?" Wade hummed, moving closer to Spider-Man, the lenses in his suit fluttering dreamily. " I'll pick you up at..eight?"

" I patrol at eight."

" There's nothing hotter then seeing your Superhero crush kick some baddies to the curb." Wade wiggled his brows with a grin, a small smile on his lips. " I'll see you then."

Peter opened his mouth, to respond, but his words were lost as he looked around. Wade was gone. His eyebrows furrowed, and he tugged the mask off his head with a soft whimper. Peter ran his fingers through his chestnut curls, his eyes shutting softly. The Amazing Spider-Man slipped the mask in his back pack, as he slide down the hallways and out of the large high school.

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Wade frowned as he got onto the subway, crossing his arms over his chest as he sat in an empty seat. He slid the bagel out of a pocket in his utility belt, and pushed his mask up, as he took a large bite out of it. He saw the man next to him starring, so Wade offered a smile.

" Want some?" Deadpool questioned through the mouthful of food, extending the sandwich to him.

" No thank you. " He turned the food down with a soft smile, shaking his head with a hum.

The Mercenaries eyebrows furrowed, and he let out a huff, slowly swallowing the food down. He glared at the businessman through his lenses, pushing the mask over his mouth. He shoved the bagle back into the small pocket, listening to white and yellow.

[ Wow. That was rude. I can't believe he doesn't want our food.]

[ Why doesn't he want some? It's good.]

[ We should cut his head off. ]

" Maybe we should.." He slowly looked at the man beside him, his eyebrows cocking. Wade was too deep in thought to catch the dirty looks he got.

[ Just because he's mean doesn't mean we should cut his head off.]

" He's right too.." Wade mumbled, with furrowed brows, and taking another large bite from the food.
" It was mean, but a negative plus a negative doesn't mean a positive."

[ who s$!t in our bagle today? Rainbow Dash?]

[ No, but we did meet Spider-Man today.]

[ He's okay. We didn't get to see him in spandex.]

[ But we can PICTURE him in spandex, for later.]

[ May I add a negative TIMES a negative makes a positive or..?]

" But we do have a date. And he'll be in spandex!" Deadpool hummed excitedly, a wide smile hidden under his mask, as he thought about his hero. Ignoring the last comment.

[ it's not a real date. those always end with people screaming.]

[ not ALWAYS. this one will be different. ]

" Yeah. Peter couldn't hurt a soul. He wouldn't-" Wade froze up when he caught everyone's stares, his blue eyes slowly slide down to his suit.

He forgot he wasn't in civilian clothes, he always felt more comfortable in his suit, but sometimes he didn't realize how much attention it really drew to him. It was less attention then his face.

Deadpool watched as the subway doors open, and he shot up with a hum. He happily made his way through the doors, he stepped of the train, humming softly to himself. Wade skipped through the subway happily, the tune stuck in his skull, yelling over his boxes.

His face fell when he felt a large thud, blinking his eyes with a soft frown. His blue eyes narrowed, to the small boy that had bumped into his chest.

Peter pushed his glasses up on the bridge if his nose, his lose curls hanging over his forehead. His chocolate brown eyes stared up at the mercenary, a blush on his soft cheeks. Was that chocolate? It was too light to be chocolate. Perhaps Chocolate mixed with caramel?

Wade believed the small boy was an angel, especially right now. The loudmouth extended his hand, watching as the small angel slowly taking it.

Pete got to his feet, biting at his bottom lip, squeezing softly at his hand. The freshman puffed his cheeks out, his nose scrunching up softly.

" Hey.."

" Hey. "

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