𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄: 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅

33; say it

-'🕷 Peter woke up to a soft hand shaking him awake, caramel eyes fluttering open to meet a blurry face. Why was it so cold? The small boy turned in his bed, back facing the human who interrupted his sleep to cuddle up to the warmth in his bed. The spider's muscled arm wrapped around Wade, who allowed a yawn to escape his scarred lips.

" Peter." Tony called once again, his voice growing more stern. He shook the boy again, watching as his eyes snapped back open. " Wake up."

Peter shoved the weighted lashes open, brown eyes adjusting to the natural light in the room. He looked up at his father, slowly sitting up with a silent whine. Wade let out a whine, wrapping his arms back around the boys waist, tugging him back down.

" Wade," Iron Man snapped impatiently, causing the mercenary to stare up at the man in pure fear.

They both stared at him, slowly sitting up. Wade rested his exposed back against the cold bed frame, Peter was to tense to relax. His eyes were wide, as his father took in a deep breath, hand meeting Wade's.

" What is it, Dad?" The brunette asked softly, his deep brown eyes meeting his fathers tired ones. " Is everything okay."

" Peter, you were out late last night. And you didn't tell us Wade was coming over." Tony rubbed his tired face, shaking his head. " I think we should make some boundaries."

" Before we do that, I have something to tell you." Pete trailed off, slowly looking over at Wade. " I think um..with May's permission I'm going to move in with Wade."

" Absolutely not."

" Dad, he gets sick." Peter carefully got to his feet, pointing at his hurt lover. " And he lives alone, he needs someone there to help him."

" why?! where's his parents?"

" Dad!" Pete warned, a possessive growl escaping his lips.

" What?!"

" No, Peter, it's okay." Wade said softly, reassuring his boyfriend kindly. " My dad beat me, and my mom died. "

A silence filled the room; Peter was scowling at the man angrily, and Tony was baffled. He thought he had daddy issues.

" I'm.."

" We're going. I'll be moved out by Christmas." Peter hissed, shoving a handful of clothes into his backpack. " Don't call. I won't be coming to the Christmas party."

Tony stared at his son, tired eyes widened to the size of plaits. He didn't know how to do this, he wasn't sure how he was supposed to parent this. The Iron Man watched, as his son helped his boyfriend get dressed, and left the tower. There was no witty comeback, no amount of yelling that could stop them. No Steve to balance everything out.

He ran to the window, watching as Peter carefully helped Wade down the street. His son held most of his boyfriends weight as they journied toward the final destination.

" Friday?"

" I've already alerted Steve and May, Mr.Stark."

" Thank you," he said softly, he couldn't take his eyes off of them. Tony just wanted his son back, the small boy with that wide smile. The boy who was untainted by Flash's touch. " That'll be all, Friday.."

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" I don't think you handled that well.." Wade finally spoke, all of his wait being supported by the muscles most people believed were non-existent. " Don't get me wrong, baby, I want you to move in but-"

" I know what I said, Wade." Peter looked up at him, through those thick lashes. Brown eyes stared into blue one's, eyes that saw nothing but beauty in the spider. " I love you. I don't care if he doesn't accept you, but he can't talk to you like that."

There was a long pause, a silence that washed over it. At first it was painful, like Peter's words were forcing themselves upon Wade. But it soon became like a warm embrace, and the mercenary allowed a smile to fall over his lips. He laid his head on Peter's solider, taking in his scent.

[ Why is he taking care of us? I don't understand! Why did he do that?!]

[ He loves us. He really loves is. Peter took care of us, because he..loves us.]

[ He's ruining his life. Are we just going to let him do that?!]

[ Yes.]

[ I will not stand by-!]

" Yes. You will, I refuse to let him go! Can't you just be wanted?! Can't you just enjoy being loved? For once!" Wade's voice was a deep snarl, coated in a deep hatred. The tome was something Peter had never heard from his lover, it caused him to stumble. " I'm sorry, I wasn't talking to you.."

" I know, baby." Peter nodded softly, offering a sad smile. " And you'll tell me who it is when you're ready..I can wait."

" You're perfect."

" I'm not."

" I love you."

" Say it again.."

" I fucking love you, Peter Parker." Wade repeated happily, blue eyes staring lovingly up at the beautiful boy. " So much."

A satisfied grim painted over his features, and he allowed a giggle to leave his soft pink lips. Peter leaned over, to connect their lips, as he inched closer and closer to Wade's apartment.

No. Their apartment. Not Wade's, not Peter's, theirs.

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//Short and sweet! You'll see some domestic spideypool on the next chapter! Will stony get their baby back? What is Wade's relationship with Natasha? :)