𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄: 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅

37; fragile

-' 🕷 Peter watched as his future husband neatly packed his clothes into a bag. The small boy pushed his head to the side, crawling closer. Steve and Tony told him to, Wade was just following orders. While the mercenary folded and carefully stuffed Pete's bag, he carelessly shoved clothes into his own.

He had been waiting for the make out Wade had announced to his parents, but it never came.

A low hum fell from the Arachnid's pink lips, and he pushed his small body in between Wade and the backpack. His big brown eyes stared into blue irises, teeth pushed roughly into his smooth bottom lip. Cold hands pressed against either side of Wade's warm cheeks.

" You look stressed.." Peter whispered softly, as Wade brushed messy curls out of his face.

Rough fingers pressed against his pink, freckled cheeks. The mercenary let out a soft breath, pushing the glasses higher on the bridge of Peter's small nose. Everything about him was so small, and he loved it.

" That's because I am. I'm worried." Wade admitted softly, pressing his forehead against the smaller.

" About what?" His gentle voice slipped from parted lips, head slowly cocking to the side curiously. 

" About you."

" Let me fix that?"

" Peter-"

" I meant with a kiss, dumby." The small boy stared up at him through thick lashes. A playful smile fell over his lips, soft fingers tracing his lovers sharp jaw.

" In that case, I would love nothing more.." Deadpool hummed back, large hands sliding up the boys thighs and resting on his hips.

Peter's face hovered close to Wade's, large brown eyes taking in his every feature for a moment. It was the mercenary who closed the gap in between their bodies, and connected their lips into a passionate kiss. Lips moved tenderly and soft all at the same time, emotions built up in the kiss.

The Arachnid could taste a hint of Burts Bees Chapstick, and a harsh mint. Still, he wouldn't pull away. He sucked gentle at the bottom of Wade's lip, wanting to taste every inch of his lips.

Wade took in the intoxicating smell of strawberries, and the wonderful taste of honey on his pink lips. He always tasted like honey.

Neither of them pulled away for a long time, lips gliding carelessly against each other. His hands clawed at Wade's back, pressing his chest closer, closer, closer. He never wanted to let go. Lips parted for a shirt gasp of breath, only to receive an eager tongue between soft pink lips.

" mm-" Peter whined softly, tongue curling against Wade's. He fought for dominance; only to lose miserably.

They pulled away from each other, for a deep breath. Peter's chest was shaking, slowly rising, slowly falling. The breath was satisfying, but not as good as Wade's taste. The small boy kept his body close, soft puffs of breathe pushing against his scarred children.

" I love you.." Peter whispered, brown eyes staring into his.

" I love you more."

" I love you most."

" I love you best.." Wade hummed happily, laying the small boy onto the bed. The mercenary crawled over him, smiling softly down at him. A hand reached up, to cup Peter's cheeks. " You should wear your glasses more, I like them."

A soft blush fell over the youngers already pink cheeks. He looked away from Wade, shaking his head as his brown eyes met the Spider-Man poster.

" your ass looks really good in that picture.."

Peter only rolled his eyes in response, pink cheeks flashing a deep crimson. He pulled the mercenary down, gentle wrapping his legs around the large hips.

Wade pushed his hand from his hips, up to his chest. That's when he was so gently reminded of the dark, sensitive bruises by a hiss from Peter.

" I'm sorry-"

" Don't be. It's my own fucking fault." The spider spoke bluntly, a glare in his deep brown eyes. The disgust wasn't aimed towards Wade, it was at himself.

" Let's finish packing, baby boy."

" Okay.."

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Peter kept his head rested gently on his boyfriend broad shoulders. He wasn't sure how late it was, only that he couldn't keep his eyes open. The limbo inched through the busy streets of New York City, Happy was driving as usual. Tony and Steve sat beside each other, hand in hand. Steve was giving Tony a large smile, that said " I love you, it's going to be okay".

Wade's eyes never left Peter, admiring his gentle features. Even sleepy, his baby was the prettiest thing in the world. He rubbed his hip, pressing gentle kisses against his mess of curls. The soft brown locks smelled like vanilla and old spice.

Peter let out a soft whine, pushing his leg in between Wade's, cuddling closer to him. The small boy fought to stay awake, the limbo drawing nearer and nearer to the airport. Mr.Stark always had them enter through the back gate, it was quicker, easier, and they didn't get bombarded with questions.

The car pulled into the back, driving towards the private jet. Happy turned to look at the family with a gentle smile.

" I hope everything goes well for you guys. I'll take care of everything while you're gone, alright?"

" Alright, Hap. I'll see you when I get back." Tony pat his head of security's shoulder, giving him a tired but loving grin. " And call Rhod? Tell him I'll be home soon, he worries."

" Alright, Tony! And good luck, Peter."

Steve smiled, and waved before slipping out of the car. As Tony said his goodbyes, cap grabbed all of the bags to load onto the yet.

Wade scooped his tired baby into his large arms, making sure to be careful with his fragile lover. His hands supported the small frame, holding him very carefully. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt Peter. The small boy squirmed in his arms, a tired whine escaping his lips.

" You're okay, baby." Wade whispered against his lips, carrying him up the stairs to enter the large jet.

" mmm tired.." The small boy whined against his scarred skin, large lashes tickling his neck.

" I know, you can sleep as soon as we sit down, baby." The mercenary hummed, sinking onto the seat. He placed the small boy onto the chair, watching as he laid across the small row.

" It hurts.." Peter cried out, small hands pushing up his hoodie to clutch his hurt ribs.

He turned onto his back with sharp hiss, the pain rolling down his body like an electric shook. Peter's spidersense was on high alert, sensory going from ten to twenty. Wade could see the pain in his deep brown eyes, and he let a frown overtake his face.

Tony finally entered, and sat down beside Steve. After a long argument about how Peter should be sitting up, they took off. The spider stayed where he was, the pain on his face to apparent for Iron Man to ignore.

Peter hoped Shuri could make him as good as new, or he might never be able to get top surgery. That thought wouldn't leave his head after it entered, he really fucked up this time.

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