𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄: 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅

5; liar liar

Peter left his building with a warm smile, his thick lashes fluttering like the gentle flap of a butterflies sapphire wing. After leaving Wade's his cheeks were a rosey pink, and he had a spring in his step as he made his way to his apartment building. He didn't get into his Spider-Man costume, he was too distracted to swing. The New York air smacked against his soft face, filling his lungs.

Wade made the small boy feel a lot better then he had in awhile, his heart was filled with joy. He reached up, to press his two fingers against his ribcage, letting out a soft hiss, he had been wearing his binder for way too long. He practically lived in it. Peter's face screwed up and he took in one large, puff of breathe. After he told Ben about himself, that his little girl wasn't a girl at all..Pete quickly shook his head, rubbing his face softly, sniffling softly.

The Arachnid slowly entered his run down building, the sun was going down, and his heart was pounding rapidly in his chest. He hated going home, not because May wasn't amazing. She was the best, but he had felt so bad after Uncle Ben's death. The small boy let out a shaky sigh, his brown eyes glued to his beat up vans. He didn't make eye contact with anyone, yeah, he was Spider-Man, but he didn't want any trouble.

As soon as he opened the apartment door, the smell of May's cooking clouded his senses, and he let out a sigh. A gentle smile fell over his face, and he placed his backpack by the door, kicking off his shoes with a hum.

" Welcome home, Petey!" May called from the tiny kitchen, her head poking out behind the doorway.
" How was your day? It's so late."

" I'm sorry, May, I got held up." Pete smiled, as he got into the kitchen. He hopped onto the counter, grinning at his Aunt.

" Tony said you left awhile ago. Did you have school work?" She smiled softly, with one of those motherly looks. He knew what that meant.

" No, Aunt May. I met someone on the subway today, his name is Wade." Peter swallowed hard, biting his bottom lip, staring down at his lap, it wasn't safe to go around meeting random people in New York City.

" Wade? How did you meet Wade?" She hummed softly, looking up from the Alfredo pasta.

" The Subway. He accidentally bumped into me, May." Pete was starting to get really good at lying, and even better at rationalizing the reason he lied. Technically Deadpool had met Peter late at night on a skyscraper.

" Oh. Okay." Aunt May took her eyes off of Peter, a soft frown on her face. " Pete..?"

" Yes, May?" He hummed softly, his eyes narrowing at the pasta, her eyebrows furrowed, bracing for what was next.

" I got a call from the principal, he said you've been skipping your first period." She paused, taking in a shaky breathe before looking up at Peter. Aunt May didn't think she'd ever have to have this conversation with him. He was always a very good kid. " Is that true?"

" Yes, Aunt May. But it's only because I've been running around for the Stark Internship in the morning." He offered an encouraging smile as he looked up at May, praying she took the bait. Technically he was on patrol, but Tony had no idea, he always put Peter's education before Spider-Man.

" I already spoke to Tony, and his assistant Pepper. They said you haven't been around in the mornings." She looked disappointed, her heart sinking. Aunt May shook her head softly, blinking back her tears.

" I have no idea what's going on with you. I tried to ignore the sneaking around but now your grades are falling, and you aren't even showing up to school? What on earth has gotten into you? "

He went silent, a sigh escaping his soft lips, his fingers sliding through the lose curls on his head. Peter shook his head, he didn't know what to say. She was right, and The Arachnid knew it.

" I'm going to go to bed, May."

" Goodnight, Peter."

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The small boy sunk onto his bed, letting a well deserved sigh erupt from his soft lips. He pried his jacket off, his eyebrows furrowing at the tension on his ribs. Pete tugged his shirt off, and took in a deep breathe, the binder constructing around him like a snake. He pried it off quickly, keeping his eyes up, at the wall, ignoring his chest as he pressed his fingers against the bruises across his ribs.

The tiredness weighed onto his body, as if he was trapped under a building. He slumped against the soft mattress, Deadpool sliding into his head. He sucked in a breathe, a tired smile pulling at either corner of his mouth. He wasn't sure what to think about the masked mercenary, but the man was funny. Too funny maybe.

Peter cuddled up to his pillow, tugging a blanket over his shivering body. It took him hours to finally pass out, his wide puppy dog eyes staring at the same picture of Uncle Ben until his eyes fell shut.

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