𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄: 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅

31; bider-man

-' 🕷 Quicksilver searched the alleyway, piercing blue eyes analyzing his surroundings. The speedster couldn't find Peter anywhere, he shook his head with a huff.

How The hell did that little person get away so fast? Quicksilver questioned softly, his eyes scattered around once more, nothing.

The mutant slowly went back to the bar door, when a quiet sob echoed through the silent air. Blue irises met the bright neon " Hamburger Mary's" sign, before traveling up to the roof. That's where he found the small boy, tears streaming down his gentle features. He was curled up, holding his knees close to hos shaking chest.

The scene shattered Quicksilver's heart, and his world froze around him. Maximoff had to get to Parker as quick as possible. Before another sob could leave the Arachnid's lips, he had climbed the dire escape, and sat himself beside the young boy. Peter slowly looked up at Quicksilver, tear stained cheeks burning a crimson red over his freckles. Maximoff cupped his cheeks, brushing the tears from his gentle face.

That was one thing the mutant couldn't understand, how did Wade get Peter? Though he loved his friend dearly, Wade Wilson was ugly. The mercenary was in no way, a model. But, somehow he managed to get Peter. A freshman with caramel irises, perfect pink lips, wild chestnut hair, and vibrant freckles. The spider was soft, anywhere from his skin to his voice, but everything about Wilson was rough.

" I love him," Peter whispered quietly, his fragile tone shaking as he pulled away from Quick's touch. It was like Pete read his mind.

Quicksilver only nodded, leaving them in another awkward silence. Maximoff didn't have a joke, or a witty Come back. Now wasn't the time, because he was pretty sure the arachnid believed Wade had left him.

" Can you promise me something?" Peter quickly looked up at the mutant, puppy dog eyes wide, silently begging.

" I can."

" Please promise me he's okay? He could be in Canada right now, I don't care, just..tell me he's okay?"

" Well, how do you define okay?"

" Like, he's not dead. He doesn't have a bullet in his head.." His eyes bounced from Quicksilver, to his shaking hands. " At least tell me that?"

" He's okay. Just sick. " Maximoff hummed, attempting not to giggle at Peter's low standards. " Don't worry, he hasn't left you behind, he finally found love. He would be stupid enough to run from it."

" Sick? How sick?" Peter's head cocked to the side, like a confused kitten. " I thought his healing factor didn't let him get sick.."

Quicksilver looked at the sky, grumbling a string of curses under his breath. Peter's questions were going to make it hard to keep away from him, so Quick decided to give up.

" Cancer sick. But he doesn't want you to see him like that, okay? "

" I have an idea." Peter hummed, and stood up to his feet. The smaller boy turned to look at him. " You coming?"

" Yeah, of course."

A smile fell over the Spider's lips, and he stepped off the roof, to plummet down to towards the cement. Quicksilver sat in shock, his eyes widened with fear.

He didn't have the courage to peer onto the street, he was sure the fall would kill him. Maximoff swallowed a large puff of breath, before he got the courage to look down at the ground below him. Peter stared up at him with confusion, head cocking curiously to the side.

" You coming?" The Arachnid called cheekily once he realized what on earth had caused the man to look so terrified.

" Y-Yeah.."

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Peter explained his idea to Quick on the way to the mall. The Arachnid confined Quicksilever to deliver a basket of feel good presents to Wade, so Peter could still cheer him up without being there. Parker bought a large amount of presents with the money he won for pool.

Quicksilver noticed the sad expression on The Freshman's face as he picked out the gifts, placing thought behind every item. Maximoff helped him carry everything, and chipped in to buy a Spider-Man plushie.

When they finished, the mutant walked Peter home, and set off to deliver the basket. He darted to Wade's building as quickly as he could without running into civilians. Quicksilver noticed the door was unlocked when he reached the apartment, he decided it best to just walk in. Peter Maximoff didn't want Wade to have to get up, he knew how much it would hurt.

" Wade? It's me! Quick. I came to drop something off for you! " The Mutant made sure to keep his voice at a little quieter then normal volume. He made his way to the room, and made sure to open the cracked door with caution.

What Peter's bright blue eyes landes on caused his rapidly beating heart to plummet deep in the pits of his stomach. Wade's flesh was a deep red, the sores on his body were oozing with a nasty fluid. The soles of the mercenaries feat were bloody, and irritated. Wade looked two centimeters to death, the virus in his body radiating hear.

He slowly picked his head up, to look up at Quicksilver. Maximoff offered a gentle smile, placing the basket beside the large bed.

" Peter bought you some feel better things with his gambling money from Mary's."

" Thank you, for taking care of him. And for delivering it.." His voice sounded like a thick whimper, eyes close to tears as he nodded softly.

" I'll leave you alone with your gifts, if there's anything you need call me or weasel.."

" Yeah, of course. Thank you."

" One more thing,"

" Yeah?"

" Keep Peter around? You mean a lot to him, and you should let him take care of you." Maximoff said softly, pushing the silver hair out of his face. " He loves you.."

Deadpool gave a careful nod, watching as the mutant disappeared. Warm, pained eyes landed over the envelope on top, and a smile fell over his scarred lips. The mercenary grabbed the latter, using the dagger on his nightstand to slice it open.  His eyes scanned over Peter's beautiful cursive handwriting.

Dear Wade,

I know you're sick, and I wish I could do something to help. I tried to put all your favorite things in the care package on hopes it might make you feel better. I love you to the moon and back, Wade. I hope you know that. Feel better.

Love, Peter

A small smile fell over his face, and he pulled his large body, painfully sitting himself up. Wade placed the basket in between his legs, opening the plastic and looking over the items.

The basket contained: A Spider-Man plushie, a gift card to his favorite Mexican restraunt, a basket of comics, photos him and Peter had taken together, A captain America keychain, multiple Spider-Man items, and a fluffy blanket.

His Peter was so thoughtful, he missed the small boy so much. Wade wanted to see him so bad.

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//:) it's gonna be okay
//I'm planning on making another spideypool book, where Peter is well after college (because He's a teacher in the comics), I don't know if he'll be trans unless you guys want that.
//also, we're a little less then halfway with this book! Yay.
//May or may not have a part two, unless you guys, again, would like that.