𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄: 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅

8; mario kart

Peter sat on the floor, back pressed against the couch. His small body was sat in between either side of Wade's thighs. They were playing Mario Kart, and Pete had won every round, that was until Deadpool began to catch on. The mercenary started to tickle the small boy, everytime he was gaining on Wade.

" Stop! Wade that's cheating!" He squeaked, squirming away from his touch. " Wade Wilson!"

" Petey-Boy!" Wade giggled, gently tickling his side. The soft squeaks from the small boy were adorable.

" I was gonna win!"

" now I win."

A pout fell over Peter's gentle features, and he stared up at Wade with his large puppy dog eyes. Deadpool stared back before letting out an exaggerated sigh behind the leather mask.

" Fine. We play one more game. No cheating. Winner picks the movie we watch."

" Deal!"

It was a long battle to the death, a battle that Wade definitely didn't end up winning. Peter picked Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back, which in both of their opinion, was the best movie in the series. Wade put it on without any complaints, and sat beside the smaller boy. Pete decided that they shouldn't stay too close, because Wilson was a murderer, and Deadpool agreed. He liked Peter's company, and he would do anything to spend time with him.

" Do you want something to eat?"

" umm.." The small boy didn't like taking food, but his stomach grumbled, yearning for something to eat.

Before Pete could protest, the mercenary was telling the person in his phone a long list of orders. How did Deadpool know he had a fast metabolism? Peter had to eat ten plates of food to get full, and he always went back for more an hour later. Wade had no clue, he was just really hungry.

The smaller boy waited patiently for the man to hang up his phone to get closer. He took in a soft breathe, crawling closer to the masked man. Pete cupped his cheeks, his soft fingers hooping under Ward's mask, getting ready to tug it off. His heart sank when he pulled off the mask, only to be met with another mask. Peter's cheeks puffed out, into a pout, and Wilson let out a giggle.

" You know, I like it when you're close to me." Wade hummed happily, eyebrows wiggling from under the mask. He watched Pete's eyes roll, and he felt so bad.

" You saw my face.." Peter whispered softly, his eyes narrowing to his lap.

[ Why dose he want to see our face? He's not going to like it. Hasn't he seen our file?]

[ Our file doesn't have our face after the cancer.]

[ He's going to run.]

[ Maybe he won't.]

" Spider-Babe, you aren't going to want to look under this mask. It's better if you don't see." Wade watches him carefully, sadness over his features. His expression showed through his mask, but Pete didn't look impressed. " Pete, please.."

They sat in silence, Peter's arms crossed over his chest and Wade staring down at him carefully. The high schooler wasn't mad, but he was upset that Deadpool wouldn't share his identity. Was he not trustworthy enough? He ignored Wade's soft pleas, debating weather he should leave or not. There was a soft knock at the door, and Wade sprung up, running to the door.

" Are you still hungry?" He called to his friend with a grin, taking the food from the delivery boy. " Pete?"

He turned around, only for his eyes to meet an empty room. The mercenary watched as the New York breeze pushed his drapes farther into the living room. Spider-Man was gone.

[ What did I tell you?]

[ he ran because we DIDN'T show him our face you imbecile!]

[ Running is still running. Look what you did, Wade.]

The mercenary slowly sank down on the empty couch, and slowly slipped the mask off his face. His gloved hands felt the sores on his face, and his eyes narrowed. A pit of sadness bubbled in Wade's chest, but he attempted to suppress it, by watching the rest of Empire.

His sad eyes drooped, and he got to his feet, slowly walking to his room. The Mercenary dropped onto the bed, his arms wrapping around his pillow as he pulled it close to his body. He looked at the picture of Vanessa on his bedside table, a tear sliding down his "ugly" face.

" guess I should cry and masturbate to INSYNC.." Deadpool huffed, cheeks puffing out as he laid his head against the pillow.

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//More Iron dad and Aunt May in the next chapter. Will you see a team up?