Everything is Red

Chapter 22 - Pass the Pancakes!

The sound of a loud overly obnoxious horn made Wade jump slightly as he slowly opened his eyes just to wish he could close them again as sunlight blinded him.  The horn Wade could only assume belonged to a very upset cab driver continued to blare loudly for another couple of seconds before ceasing altogether.   Angry at the fact that he was awoken by a bit of road range he aggressively rolled over covering his head with his pillow and shutting his eyes tightly.  Grumbling to himself under his breath he felt something touch his arm, it was warm and felt like someone's back. Snapping his eyes open Wade just about fell out of bed seeing the small body lying next to him. Holy shit! I thought this was all just a dream! Jesus!

No idiot it was very much real and you fucking gave us blue balls last night!

I can't believe you passed out last night without laying a finger on this cutie!

As quietly as Wade could manage with such a squeaky bed he rolled out from under the covers and placed his feet on the floor, scooping up his suit and shuffling quietly but quickly to the bathroom.  Closing the door slowly and silently until it made a soft clicking noise he finally felt safe breathing a sigh of relief. I can't believe I slept in like that, what if he had seen me? Oh my god...what if he saw me?   Wade searched his mind and felt fairly confident that Peter hadn't rolled over or seen him when he was making a ruckus just a few minutes ago.  Another sigh escaped his lips as he glanced down at his suit in his hands, he began slipping it back on. What time is it anyway?   After slipping the suit fully on he zipped it up and slowly opened the door to the bathroom to glance at the clock sitting next to the bed that read 9:30 am. I can't believe I slept in like that? Usually, I'm up at the ass crack of dawn, weird.  Wade stretched slightly and was surprised to feel that his normally tight shoulders were loose and he felt incredibly refreshed. Now that I'm thinking about it, that's probably the best night's sleep I've ever had. Unconsciously, Wade glanced at the man still sleeping soundly in his bed, the blankets that were loosely laying over him raised and fell with his breathing. Wade couldn't help but smile under his mask, the feeling of uncontrollable happiness took him over and he felt like he actually might cry from just how happy he was feeling. Turning his attention away from the man sleeping in his bed he glanced at the kitchen.  Wade wanted to have breakfast ready for Peter when he woke up but didn't exactly have a well-stocked supply of food. Thinking quickly he ran to his window climbing silently out of it and quietly running down the metal fire escape. When he reached the ground he went into a full out sprint towards the small market just around the corner from his apartment. Startling a few people as he ran through the store he grabbed some eggs, sausage and some more pancake mix. Running to the counter he threw some money on the counter running out with a "keep the change." Quickly sprinting back up the fire escape he reached the top and completely out of breath he slipped back into the apartment desperately trying to stifle his heavy breathing.  Placing the food down on the counter he got to work grabbing a few pans from the cabinets and turning the burners on he placed each pan down over the flames. Opening the sausage he placed four into a pan and cracked a couple of eggs into a bowl whisking them until they were completely mixed together. Pouring the mix into another pan he grabbed another bowl putting the pancake mix into the second bowl, after adding water he stirred the bowl until it was ready to be poured onto the flat pan. Using a spatula he moved the sausage around to ensure they didn't become overcooked on one side.

Since when did we become a housewife?

Since we had that little cutie in our bed, poor thing hasn't eaten anything since yesterday either.

Wade looked up from the many pans he was working with at Peter who was still sleeping soundly in his bed. Smiling to himself he glanced back down at the food he was working with, he slipped the spatula under the pancake flipping it up and back onto the pan.   Moving to flip the next pancake he was surprised to see he put a little to much force into this flip and the pancake went off course hitting a plate and knocking it off the countertop.   With a loud crash, Wade doubled over trying to pick up the pieces of plate that adorned the ground now.