𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄: 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅

16; family matters

-'🕷 Aunt May gently shook Peter awake, trying not to stare at the mercenary in the boys bed. The small boy stirred in the mattress, before his thick lashes fluttered open to look at her. He gave her a tired smile, slowly sitting up.

" Hey buddy, wake up. I'm making lasagna." She smiled softly, sitting on the edge of the bed. " Is your friend staying for dinner?"

" Yes please. I was actually hoping maybe he could stay the night?" The small boy cocked his head to the side, the wild mess of chestnut curls in his brown eyes. " I can introduce you?"

" That's okay baby. Why don't you wake him up, and he can help you set the table?" May smiled softly, gently pushing the mess of hair out of Pete's face.

" I love you, May."

" I love you too, Peter."

The woman pressed a kiss against his cheek, leaving a margarita colored mark on his freckled cheek. He let out a squeak as she pulled away, and left the room. Spider-Man crawled closer, softly poking at Wade. The mercenary didn't budge, and he slowly crawled on the man's hips.

" Wade?" He spoke softly, poking his cheeks. But, sadly nothing. " Hey, sleepy head?"

His cheeks puffed out, and he crossed his arms over his chest. Wade was trying to hold his smile back, eyes shut tightly. Spider-Man cupped either side of his cheeks, pecking all over his face. The mercenary let out a chuckle, slipping their position so he was towering over him. Peter let out a squeak as the older boy collapsed on top of him.

" Wade! We have to set the table! " Peter playfully pushed at the large boy, laughter filling his small room. He could have pushed Deadpool off if he wanted to, but he liked being so close.

" One more kiss and I'll get up."

[ He's so cute. Look at him. And so small.]

[ We totally could be asked for more then a kiss, I mean come on.]

[ Just a kiss will do. ]

[ He wants more then a kiss, and so do we.]

[ Shut up we aren't even dating yet. Stop being disgusting.]

Pete leaned up, to connect their lips into a soft and tender kiss. Wade propped himself up with one muscled arm, his other hand cupping the boys cheek. The Hero shut his eyes, wrapping his arms around the man's neck. Peter hesitantly pulled away, a soft pant escaping his plump lips.

Wade crawled off of Peter, and the small boy got off the mattress. A bright red fell over his soft cheeks, and their fingers intertwined softly. Spidey's lashes fluttered, and he guided the man out if his room. They walked hand in hand to the kitchen, the hero let go to grab the plates and silverware.

" Let me help you with that, baby boy." Wade kissed the boys cheek, grabbing the plates, and going to the kitchen table.

Peter slowly sat on the counter, watching Wade set the table. Happiness fell over the hero's body, and Aunt May looked up at the boy. She gave him a cheeky smile as she pushed the lasagna into the oven.

" I can tell you like him a lot." She hummed, snapping Peter out of his daze. " That must be Wade, then. He doesn't look dangerous."

" He can be chaotic, but it's nothing I don't know how to handle." He reminded his aunt, a gentle smile on his lips.

" I like him. he knows which side the fork goes on, unlike someone."

" That was shady!" Deadpool pointed at Aunt May, with a chuckle.

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" So, Wade, how did you get into the mercenary business?" Aunt May hummed, before taking a large bite of her lasagna.

" Oh, uh." Wade slowly looked up, swallowing his bite of food. " Its kind of a long story. You don't want to hear it."

Sadness clouded inside his blue irises, and Pete's pinky pressed against the mercenary's from under the table. Wade looked over at the small boy, a smile on his lips. Pete read his file, he knew about the torture, and the cancer.

" Okay, sweety. " Aunt May offered a comforting smile, that caused a heat wave to slide over his body.

Wade hadn't had anything close to motherly love since his mom left him. The warm feeling that radiated from Peter's aunt was odd for a number of reasons. His fathers, in no way reacted to him in this way. He knew cap, but Captain America was nice to everyone.

" Wade?"

" Yes, Miss Parker?"

" If you need anything, our place is always open. Okay? " The Italian woman reassured, causing Wilson to nod. " Even if you just need to talk."

[ Now we know why Peter is such an angel. He was raised by the nicest woman in the world.]

[ I bet she has an angry side. Like, if someone hurt Peter, she'd do a lot worse then the Avengers could imagine.]

[ Look at him, the way he looks at us. He's so soft. Id let Aunt May beat us for him.]

" I agree." Wade said softly, blue eyes staring down at the angelic teen. He gently squeezed Peter's hand, as he took another bite of the lasagna.

" You agree with what?"

" What?"

" You said you agreed. You agreed with what?" May's brows furrowed softly, looking up at Wade with a genuinely worries expression.

" No, sometimes he talks to himself, May." Peter added softly, he didn't want Deadpool to have to explain himself.

" Oh, okay." She didn't question it, the Parker's were known to be a very accepting family. Aunt May tried her best.

They wrapped dinner up, but too soon after that. May had grown very comfortable with Wade after that, and they had exchanged jokes back and forth. Peter listened happily to their banter, a wide grin on his face. After dinner, Wade even helped Peter with the dishes. Granted, they made more of a mess when they had finished.

By the end, Peter and Wade were soaking wet, and the boys had to go find a change of clothes. None of Pete's clothes fit Deadpool, so, they had to go looking for Uncle Ben's old sweats.

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