𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄: 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅

36; magic word?

-' 🕷 Peter sat on the bed, and Wade pulled out a first aid kit. The spider didn't let his mate get close until now, now that he had calmed down. He allowed his long lashes to slide closed as Wade removed his shirt. What Wade found was terrifying. The claw marks were bad, guaranteed to leave a scar, but was worse was the swelling on Peter's ribs.

His chest and sides were a deep purple, with a soft grey in the mix. It was well passed time for his injury to heal, so why did it look like that? Why did it look worse then before? Scarred hands pressed against the bruises robs, eyes scanning the sensitive tissue. Peter let out a hiss, flinching away from the man's touch.

Wade let a soft breath escape him, and he shook his head softly. How was he supposed to fix this?

" Im sorry," Peter felt the words shove themselves from his gentle lips, leaving him with a bad taste in his mouth. " I just wanted to be a real boy.."

" you ARE a real boy, Peter."

The spider felt his heart sink, and he hesitantly leaned into the warm touch. His brown eyes fell closed, a weak whimper escaping his soft lips. Scarred fingers slowly slid over the cuts on the small boys cheeks.

" What am I going to do with you?" Wade said softly, a playful smile on his lips. Lips pressing softly against the cuts.

" Love me?"

" I will always love you." The mercenary whispered gently, seriousness held deep in his pupils. " No matter what."

Peter pushed his head closer to his lovers, lips hovering over Wade's, eyes begging for more. For a kiss. For a hug. Anything more. Wade complied, meeting his lips into a careful kiss.

Fingers dug into either side of broad shoulders, softening his kiss. Wade held him closer, tighter, worry welling inside of him.

" I'm going to call your dad's.."

" NO-!"

" so they can fix this..I don't know how to, baby.." A sad smile fell over his scarred lips; he never admitted something like that.

" Okay.."

" Okay."

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The gentle knock at the door indicated the super-dad's were home. Wade scooped Peter up into his arms, and headed toward the soft bangs on the door. He didn't want to leave his spider, especially after last night. Wade didn't know what sparked that from Peter, but it was terrifying. He opened the door, to find Steve and Tony.

Tony looked tired, like he'd been awake all night, and his cheeks were stained with tears.

Steve looked his usual; a worried dad who was trying his best. His blue eyes were filled with a mixture of deep emotions. He always held so much feeling in those icy irises.

Both men's worry increased when they saw the state that Peter was in; a mix of familiarity and terror on their faces. It wasn't the first time Pete had panicked like this, and it wasn't going to be the last.

" Peter.." Steve was the first to speak, his eyes never leaving his son. Cap inched closer, blue irises glued to the fragile boy in Wade's arms. " What..is he okay?"

" Yeah-I-" Wade took in a deep breath, before looking back down at Peter. " That's not why I called you..i can handle his panic attacks but.."

" but?!" Tony snapped sharply, eyes flashing a dangerous glint.

" No! No more yelling!" Steve growled down at him; Wade had never heard that tone from the hero. Tony, apparently hadn't either, because he flinched back. " That's what got us here! That's what got HIM here! "

" I'm sorry, Steve." Tony said softly, puppy dog eyes staring lovingly up at him. They interlaced fingers, giving each other a soft look.

" Me too. I didn't mean to raise my voice.."

" anyway!" Wade chirped in, rubbing the small boys back. " His ribs are messed up, while I was researching I found out that if you keep your binder on for too long it'll break your ribs or something-"

" And he doesn't take it off..?" Iron Mans voice was shaky, and he watched the way Wade nodded.

" I don't think he ever healed from his injuries either, and I don't know how to help him with that.."

" We can have Shuri see him?" Steve said softly, eyebrows furrowed softly. His arms crossed over his chest; he was contemplating every scenario. " Her tech is more advanced then ours, she could fix him super quick.."

" I'll call T'challa tonight."

Peter shifted in Wade's arms, he was only quiet. His cold palm pressed against the man's warm skin, sending chills down the mercenary's spine.

" I don't want to leave Wade.." Peter said softly, he could tell he was being needy, but he didn't care.

" He can come with. Your health matters more to us right now."

" No more fighting?"

" no more fighting." Tony agreed with his son, giving Wade an odd look. It was an apology glance, that the large man didn't quiet catch.

" I'll call T'challa.."

" I'll go call doctor strange for backup."

" I'm going to go make out with Peter."

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