𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄: 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅

12; answer me

-'🕷 Peter's eyes fell open, and he looked frantically for the time. He grabbed his phone, turning it on with a tired whine. It was 12:00 p.m., his parents must have let him sleep in because it was Monday. Pete's eyes slipped to the notifications, he had fifteen. Fifteen from Asshole 😻. All the notifications were from earlier that morning. His eyes went wide, and he quickly called back, standing up to his feet. He only got Wade's voicemail.

" This is Wade's burial service, you got the body, we know how to hide it."

Peter rolled his eyes, letting out a giggle as he wiped his tears. He sniffled, slowly hanging up. He opened his messages.

Asshole 😻: Your dad's really weren't playing.
Asshole 😻: Are you okay?
Asshole 😻: yoohoo! Spider-Butt?
Asshole 😻: Are you dead or something?
Asshole 😻: Okay, I'm worried and I'm coming over after work.

Peter wiped his tears, confusion over his soft features. Why would Wade think he was the hurt one? Was Wade alive? Is this a joke? Did Peter just imagine what happened?

Spider-Man took in a shaky breathe, rubbing his face as he pulled his knees to his chest. The Freshman wasn't sure what to think, and he certainly didn't know what to do. His eyes were still stained red from his tears, and his cheeks burned.

There was a crash from inside the compound, causing Peter to jump up to his feet. His eyes went wide as he ran to the living room. Deadpool waved at him, body impaled with glass, using his detached arm to wave at Peter. Spider-Man slowly began to step back, wide eyes staring up at the site.

" Hey Peter!" The mercenary shouted softly, his healing factor slowly pushing the shards of glass out of his skin.

" Wade..?" The small boys voice shook as he stared at the older boy.

" Hey. Pete are you okay? You look terrible.."

[ Not really. He always looks like an angel. A very hot angel. ]

[ That is something we can agree on.]

[ Very sexy Spider-Butt. But he looks sad..]

" Take your mask off?" Peter asked him softly, his hands shaking as he played with the strings attached to his, well, Wade's hoodie.

" His hoodie now." Wade reminded the narrator, before turning his attention back to Peter. " Why, baby boy?"

" Because I want to make sure it's really you.."

Wade only nodded, unmasking himself in front of Peter. The small boy let out a shaky sigh, a tear slipping as he ran full speed at the mercenary. Pete tackled him to the floor, his arms wrapped tightly around the much larger boy. Wade gently patted his back, holding onto him.

" Peter? What's wrong?"

" I thought..I thought you were dead..I thought-" He was cut off by a gentle sob as he nuzzled his face into the man's neck. Peter's hands clung to the leather suit. " I thought..how are you not dead?"

" My healing factor, baby boy. Remember? I can't die." The mercenaries blue eyes narrowed down to Peter's soft features.

Pete tried to contain the odd feeling he got from the new nickname. His heart skidded and butterflies erupted deep inside the belly of his stomach. Peter slowly looked into Wade's eyes, biting his lip. He sat up, on either side of the man's hips, and his hands slowly met the mercenary's cheeks. His skin was so much softer then it looked. He memorized every feature, before falling on his lips.

Wade's breathe hitched, his hands slowly meeting Peter's waist. There was a long pause, before they met each other in a soft kiss. Pete's lips moved passionately against the other's, his brown eyes slipping shut as he leaned into the soft rubs on his hips.

They didn't want to let go, both of them holding their breaths for as long as they could. Peter was the first to pull away, his thick lashes fluttering open to reveal those soft brown eyes. His lips were slightly swollen, parted slightly. Pete was still thinking about the taste of the older man's lips, they tasted like tacos. Which didn't surprise the Arachnid in the slightest, and made him giggle after their kiss was done.

" What's so funny? " Wade grinned, his hand leaving his small waist to push a chestnut curl from the boys features.

[ I bet that's a nervous: " Oh no I just wasted a kiss on an avocoda fucker" laugh.]

[ Then why isn't he pulling away?]

[ He's scared. Obviously.]

[ He likes us. He was worried about us.]

[ Stockholm syndrome.]

" You taste like tacos." Peter giggled happily, leaning into his touch. A wide grin was on his face, and his brown eyes stared into Wade's.

" Is that so? " Wade started giggling too, watching as Peter leaned in for another kiss.

" Do me a favor?" He hummed, his lips hovering over the mercenaries.
" don't ever die in front of me again."

" I promise. cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye." Wade reconnected their lips, happiness filling his heart.

There was a soft cough from behind them, and the two boys took their time to pull away from each other. Peter slowly looked over to see who had interrupted them, horror jolting over him when he saw the two boys in the doorway.

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// You have no idea, how much I wanted to write that kissing scene. I swear to FUCK.