𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄: 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅

30; answer

-' 🕷 Peter hadn't heard from his mercenary in a couple days, usually they were in constant communication. He was disappointed, not worthy. That was, until days turned in to a week. Gone for a week, just disappeared. Poof, no goodbye.

The small boy pulled his hood up, over his head, slowly slipping down the alleyway. He was on a search for his baby, and he was starting with the bar he always hung out with. Wade was friends with the bartender, he got drinks even though he was under aged. The mercenary mostly liked to stir the pot, happily ruffling fellow mercenaries feathers.

Peter opened the door, looking at the chaotic bar. His brown eyes examines the place, it wasn't nice in any sense, but not a shit hole either. He went to the bar, smiling up at the bartender. Weasel, he remembered the name of the bartender was weasel. One look at him, and Weasel was shaking his head.

" You're pretty, but around here your jailbait, kid. Might as well go home. " He pushed his glasses up, handing a large man beside him a glass a quarter full of whiskey. " You should get out of here, guys around here will eat you up."

" That's not why I'm here." Peter snapped, a fire in his deep brown eyes. " I'm looking for a friend, can you help me find them?"

" That depends on who it is, and who's asking."

" Peter Parker." The Freshman pushed his hoodie down, the wild curls springing out. " I'm looking for my boyfriend?"

" You want Wade, huh?" Weasel chuckled under his breathe, shaking his head softly. His eyes seemed to wander at a Polaroid behind him, and quickly snap back to the smaller boy. " He talks about you a lot.."

" I'm worried about him, I need to know where he is." Peter spoke up, softly, a pink hue running over hos cheeks.

" I'm not allowed to tell you.." Weasel had an odd, pained expression on his face. He pushed a hand through his dirty blonde hair. " I'm sorry kid, he doesn't want you here either. You should get out."

" Hmm.." The Arachnid placed his chin in his palm. " You know what? I don't think I will."

" I-"

Weasel went to protest, but before he could blink Peter was already over by the pool table. The spider was happily chatting up a large man, with a white beard, and a permanent scowl. Something Peter said caused him to giggle, and Weasel watched carefully as they started a game. The bartender quickly dialed Wade's number, sucking in a gentle breathe.

dialing..

dialing..

dialing...

" Weasel? What do you need?" Wade's voice was full of pain as he answered the phone.

" Shit. I can practically hear the cancer in your voice. " He chuckled at his own joke, before answering the question. " Look, Peter is here. He won't leave."

" What?!"

" Man, I told him to go. He said no, and now he's playing pool with Klaus." Weasel hummed, watching them closely.

" Is he winning?"

" Yeah. I'm surprised, he's really good." The bartender trailed off, " Anyway, how do you want me to fix this?"

" You can't. He's stubborn. Only I can." He sighed, a shaky groan escaping his lips. " I can't get up..I- shit. I'm going to call someone to keep an eye on him.."

" who?"

" Quicksilever."

" Okay.."

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  The Arachnid sat at the bar, sipping his sprite. He had earned over a hundred bucks playing pool. Peter happily thanked his spidersenses, he played with the red straw in the clear glass. Weasel was silent, unsure of what to say. The spider's caramel eyes slowly slid up to him, he went to say something, ask about Wade. Because what could be do bad that Peter wasn't allowed to see him? He decided to close his mouth, and sip on his soda, with a frown.

" You know, Peter." Weasel huffed, eyes narrowing down at him. " He really loves you, and he wants what's best for you. You should go-"

The bartender was cut off by a superhuman zooming into the large bar. Quicksilver stopped in a stool beside Peter, a grin on his lips. He pushed his goggles back in his silver hair, piercing blue eyes meeting Weasel's.

" For a speedster, you're pretty slow. " Weasel spoke up, eyebrow cocked. " What took you so long, Quick?"

" Hey, that's what your mom said to me last night!" Quicksilver boomed, receiving a laugh from Weasel. " Hey, so where's the kid?"

" You're sitting next to him." The bartender scoffed, handing quick his usual. A fanta orange mixed with vodka. " Big brain."

" Oh.." The silver haired hero looked over at the much smaller boy. " Hey, Peter right? I'm Quicksilver."

" Hello?" He said softly, the Arachnid's head cocked to the side, in a confused puppy dog look. Why was he looking for Pete?

" Wade wanted me to keep you company." The speedster said softly, clarifying. It was like he knew what Peter was thinking.

The mention of Wade caused the spider's face to fall. Peter slid the wad of cash into his pocket, long lashes fluttering.

" Thank you, for the Sprite, Weasel." Pete offered a gentle smile, but it was obvious he was about to cry. He slowly got up, letting out a breath, before heading outside.

The door closed, and the two men exchanged glances. Quicksilver ended up losing the stair down, and followed after the spider. Wade wouldn't let them say a word, and Peter was getting anxious. Did Wade stop loving him?

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