𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄: 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅

39; warm winter

THE DAY BEFORE CHRISTMAS EVE

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-' 🕷 Peter had been awake for a couple hours, and there had been little to no trace there was ever a fracture. It had been a couple days, he just wasn't sure how many. Based on how energetic he felt, it had been long enough.

He cuddled up to his Deadpool stuffie, a wide grin. It has taken him awhile to calm himself down. The Arachnid couldn't find any Deadpool things for the life or him, he wanted to support his baby as much as his baby supported him. His small body was warm under the fluffy blanket, and his hair was still pushed neatly behind his ear.

He knew who did this, it was Wade. Wade wanted him to be happy, and to feel safe. Peter quickly sat up, watching as Shuri slipped on though the lab doors. He beamed with excitement, and jumped off the bed, rushing to the glass walls.

" Is it time?!"

" Yes, Peter. It is time."

The happiness pumping through his vains were overwhelming. Brown eyes lit with a firey passion, he couldn't wait to see his lover. Shuri eyed him with a knowing smile, her brow cocked.

When Wade Wilson entered the lab, Peter's heart rate sped to a rapid pace, and he waited eagerly for his lover. He bounced in position, all that wanting flooding back up in his body. He watched as the mercenary drew closer, he took his time, calming himself down.

Before they both knew it, Wade was right there, and Peter's arms were wrapped tightly around his large frame. He felt a scarred hand grasp at his cheek, and like a vulture Wade swooped down to hungrily catch the lips he had been craving for so long. Wade's hands were in his hair, lips moving against Peter's possesively. He was hungry, starving of touch, just like he had been so many years before Peter.

The Arachnid didn't pull away, didn't dare to slip from those passionate lips. Pulling Peter's small body closer, filling the gap between them, he bit down softly on the bottom lips.

Six months. They had been together for six months and ten days, and Wade had never been so helpless. Helpless without his little boy. Worried. Scared.

But it was okay now, okay, just like he promised his Petey-Pie.

Wade pulled away very slowly, panting softly as he pressed his forehead against his lovers. They stared into each others eyes for a long pause, both smiling at eachother like giddy morons. Yeah, everything would be just find.

" I love you, Peter Benjamin Parker."

" I love you too, Wade Winston Wilson."

" Hey, love birds!" Shuri called out, causing them both to freeze up. Shuri was here? They must'vE forgotten. " Peters free to go.."

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Wade grinned as he pulled the wrapped presents from their large bag. Blue eyes found the small boy staring happily up at him. They had met in another kiss, the hundredth kiss that day. The larger of the two dropped a handful of presents on the bed, and pushed his Peter onto the mattress.

The spider let out a soft breath, pulling Wade down with him. Soft fingertips inched down his clothed chest, feeling the warmth radiating from his body.

" Presents first," Wade mumbled softly, hands gliding up large thighs to grasp his ass.

" What if I am your present?" Peter hummed back, a soft smirk on his lips.

" Mmm.." Wade slowly pushed the shirt up his abdomen, stopping just below his breast. Scarred hands rubbed up and down his small frame, fingers tracing over soft skin. " Fuck baby.."