𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄: 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅

7; is it really kidnapping?

" Don't call me Spider-Babe. " Pete added weakly as he took a taco in his gloved hands. He inspected the food carefully, worried of any poison. Would his healing factor save him?

" Deal. Thiccums." Deadpool retaliated with a smirk. He wasn't going to eat. Peter, or, Spider-Man? Had never seen under the mask. He couldn't let him. So he didn't raise the leather mask. Not an inch, not at all.

Spidey rolled his eyes, and the level of sass was shown in his expressive lenses as the teenager slowly pushed the mask onto the bridge of his nose. Peter had his doubts about Wade's intentions, however, his stomach was churning for food. He pushed the meaty goodness in between his soft lips, and clamped down on it hesitantly. A soft noise of pleasure left the back of his throat as doon as his tongue tasted the heavenly Mexican food.

[ That was sexy.]

[ He sounds pretty when he moans.]

" He always sounds pretty." Wade grumbled softly, his eyes scanning over the beautiful features. Even Pete's button nose was adorable.

[ Too bad he'll never sound like that for us.]

[ Shut up. He might have a thing for us.]

[ Us? You mean, avocado wade? If Our face doesn't disgust him, our hygiene will.]

" That's enough. We aren't that bad. " Wilson's voice was raised slightly, causing Peter too flinch.

" Who are you talking to?" The teenager mumbled softly, his deep brown eyes staring through the lenses.

" Nobody.."

" Nobody?"

Wade nodded, and worry welled deep in Pete's chest as he nodded back. He looked around to make sure his father's weren't looking as he scooted closer.

" you aren't eating."

" You're right. I'm not." Wade agreed, his brow cocking softly.

" why? Am I taking your food..?"

" No! In fact, this is for you!" His voice got all high, as he pushed the bag into Spider-Man's already full hands. " I'm not hungry. Actually, I don't think I really have to eat. "

Peter looked at him with confusion, his head tilting to the side. His lips curled into an obvious frown, and Wade offered a gentle pat on the back.

" I read your file."

" I know."

" That doesn't bother you?"

" No."

" What do I call you now?"

" Just call me Wade."

A small smile fell over Peter, and he pushed the mask back down, giving him a nod. Wilson let out a happy hum, looking at his tired friend.

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[ Don't move, Wade. We can't wake him up. He looks too beautiful.]

[ What do you want us to do? Stay here all night?]

" No. It's cold out here..we need to get him somewhere to sleep." Wade whispered softly, rubbing Pete's back soothingly as he got to his feet.

[ So we kidnap now?!]

[ it's not safe out here, and we don't know where he lives.]

[ He's Spider-Man.]

Wade listened to the voices argue as he held Pete close, the smaller boy cuddled up to his chest, as he began to carry him toward the stairs. It was convenient how close Ward's apartment was to the large building, just right across the street. During the walk, Deadpool slowed drastically, careful not to wake him up.

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Peter's eyes shut tightly to block the suns rays as he turned in his sleep, cuddling up to the thick blanket. His small body was right beside another's, and he burrowed into it for warmth. His hands clutched the thick blanket to his body, attempting to hide from the cold New York air. There was a long pause, and the boys eyes fluttered open. This wasn't his house. He slowly looked at the body beside him, brown irises meeting Wade.

He should be panicked, because he wasn't home, and he had slept with a murderer. But that wasn't the case. Pete wasn't worried until the harsh air slammed against his freckle dusted cheeks, and he realized he was mask less. He gently shook the mercenary awake, eyes wide as he covered his face with the blanket.

" Wade? Wake up? Please."

" Peter?" He whispered with a drousy tone. He slowly sat up, rubbing his face threw his mask.

" You know my name?!"

" Yeah?"

The small boy slowly pulled the blanket from his features, staring up at Wade. His pupils slide away from the mercenary, and around the apartment. It was nicer then Stark Tower.

" I'm sorry, I just..you fell asleep on me, and I didn't know what else to do.." He trailed off, swallowing hard.

" Its okay. I'm not mad at you.. just..confused." He was soft as he spoke to Wilson, swallowing hard. He knew, or, wanted to think DP wasn't a threat.

" Tell me why you're confused?"

" What happened?"

Wade gave him a small smile, and started to speak. Which, was his favorite thing in the world. He told Pete about how he fell asleep, and the zombie like state the boy was in when Wade gave him a change of clothes. Everything. Pete found out that he had crawled into Wade's bed because he was cold. Everything came together. Peter wasn't sure of he should, but he believed everything that came out of the man's mouth.

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// This chapter is slow, but, their will be more couple-like things in the next chapter! Also, I started a Thruce book, called " -'ϟ Always Angry ", check it out!