𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄: 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅

38; wakanda

-'🕷 The spider felt something pulling at his body, he only struggled against the grip, letting out a gentle whine. He didn't want to open his eyes, the flash of sunlight burning his eyelids. He could feel the thuds of the person's feet, and the movement of their body as they inched towards the castle. The morning air filled Peter's lungs, it was so sweet, so pure.

He finally opened his eyes, a familiar scent entering his sense. Pine needles and Ocean breeze; Wade. Peter lashes fluttered open, struggling to look for his lover. Two unfamiliar men were carrying him on a gurney, the thick leather pressing against his back.

What was going on? Where was Wade? Where were his dad's?

He shot up, only for a jolt of pain to roll through his small body. Peter felt the tears prick his eyes, and his small hands to grab either side of the cold metal sides of the gurney.

" Sit down, white boy. You're okay." Shuri teased, a soft smile on her face. She placed her sprawled out hand on his chest, weighing in gently onto his chest.

" Wade? Where's Wade?" His soft hand moved from the metal bar to her small hand. He bit back the pain, taking In deep breaths.

" I'm right here baby boy." Wade chirped from somewhere behind the gurney.

They were getting closer and closer to the lab, and something was building up in his lungs because this determined weather or not he was going to become a real man. Peter felt the breath leaving his lungs, and he sucked in air. It only burned the inside of his lungs, small puffs of breaths causing him to choke on the oxygen.

" Peter, please call down." The king hummed, offering a gentle smile. He allowed the small boy to hold onto his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. " My sister will take care of you, I promise."

" Thank you, uncle T'challa.." Peter didn't know how the panther had managed to calm him down so fast.

" Always, my nephew."

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Peter shoved his eyes wide open, large brown eyes staring at his surroundings. He was laying in a small room, four walls of glass trapping him in. The Arachnid was hooked up to a couple different monitors, holograms of his breathing, heart rate, and bone fractures on the walls.

His small hand found his chest, gentle fingers touching his breast. Peter let out a soft cry, brown eyes filling with tears. This was it. A tear spilled down his cheek, a sniffle escaping him.

" Peter?" Shuri called from outside the room, moving from her spot in the lab, and inching toward the glass. " What's wrong?"

" I'm scared.."

"of what?"

" I'm scared that, I messed up. I'm scared that this is permanent, that it'll keep me from top surgery..Im scared.."

" I once healed a man, who was shot in the spine. He wasn't going to walk again, if I hadn't taken him here, and healed him myself."

A smile fell over his lips, and he clawed at the tears. A soft breath escaped his lips, and he laid flat against the small mattress. Shuri fiddled with a high-tech tablet in her hands; she was setting up to start the healing process. It would take a couple days.

" Are you ready Peter?"

" Yes."

Shuri pressed her finger against the start button. Peter slowly looked, to see a clear serum releasing into his I.V., it took a moment for it to reach his vains and flow into his bloodstream. He felt his body tingle, with a soft static, that started in his toes and crawled up his small body. Peter's eyes became heavy once again, and he let out a whimper of protest before his world closed in. Everything was completely black.

It was time for Shuri to do her magic.

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Wade waited outside of the lab all day, waiting patiently for Shuri to leave. The mercenary had a couple of comfort items for Peter, she warned he wouldn't be up for a couple days. But when he woke up, he wanted the Arachnid to have something to hold. Something that made him smile.

He watched as Shuri left the room, her eyes glued to her tablet. People didn't often notice Wade, it was a super power of some kind. It had to be.

The mercenary used his foot to catch the heavy door, shoving it open with a him. As he entered the room, his eyes darted around for Peter. It didn't take him very long to find the glass room his baby was in. The large man searched for an opening, his palm pressed against the glass with a low hum.

" Wade Wilson, access granted." August, the A.I. called out to the mercenary, creating an opening for him.

Blue eyes met Peter, his little boy. A sad smile fell over his scarred lips, and he drew closer to his sleeping lover.

He placed his large bag on the floor, and pulled the items out. He placed a Deadpool loud his under his arm, a smile falling over his lips. He dug around to grab the comics, and spread them over his small bedside table. He let out a hum, laying a fluffy blanket over his small body. Wade slipped the glasses from his face, and placed them carefully onto the comics.

" You're going to be okay, baby boy." Wade whispered softly, large hands meeting Peter's limp one.

[ I love him so much..]

[ He better be Okay. So help me god, we WILL blow this entire fucking place up.]

[ Look how peaceful he is, he's so beautiful. So perfect.]

" So perfect.." Wade agreed, brushing a curl from behind his ear. A scarred palm cupped his cheek, tracing the golden freckles. " when you wake up, I swear I'll take care of you. I'll always take care of you."

The mercenary leaned over, to press hos forehead against the boys. He stayed there for a long time, slipping his fingers through the thick locks. His baby was going to be Okay. He better be okay.

" I love you.."

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//YEE, this chapter is ass.