𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄: 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅

42; how do you like your eggs?

-' 🕸  Wade turned over in their bed, warm body pressed against the soft mattress. Scarred body sprawled out, hands searching for Peter. Peter? Where did he go? The mercenary slowly turned onto his back, blue eyes widening at the emptiness of their bed.

He felt his heart stop in his chest, an ach grumbled down his scarred body bouncing from his toes to his bald head. A breath forced itself into his lungs, and he tugged the blanket over his body.

He left. He left. How could he have left? Wade told him he could; so he did. He flew away.

Wade felt a sob slip from shaking lips, tears burning his eyes. Warm tears tipped over the bottom lashes, inching down scarred cheeks. He left. Paralysis consumed his body, freezing him up above the mattress. He couldn't move, the weight pressing over him like the Hulk was sprawled across his body.

He heard a bump in the apartment, confusion slipping across his features. Wade slowly picked his body up, slipping off the bed. His feet moved quick, though the doubt was still in his mind. Blue eyes met Peter; he was laying on the floor, nose in a comic book and shirt legs laid across the couch cushion.

" Good morning," the brunette called to his boyfriend, laying the short comic across his chest as he looked at Wade. Upside down Wade looked odd, but everything looked odd upside down. " How did you sleep?"

" Very well.." Wade felt the words leave his lips, they left a nice taste in his mouth, like he had just taken a large bite into pancakes.

Wade slowly laid down on the floor, stomach pressed against the cold wood. He buried his face into the wild curls, taking in the intoxicating smell. Scarred fingers cupped his chin, and he moved down to connect their lips.

The Spider-Man kiss was of my satisfying, new and different for Peter. The small boy allowed his mercenary to guide him through it, pink bottom lip meeting Wade's scarred top lip.

Through the soft kiss, Peter's cheeks flushed a deep red. Crimson looked so good against golden freckles, when Wade pulled away he mesmerized Peter's every feature. In case he did in fact disappear.

The Spider let out a shaky breathe, caramel eyes slowly staring into pool of warm blue. He closed the Spider-Man comic, which always drew him as a cisgender, heterosexual man. Peter's long lashes fluttered, and he slowly pushed himself into his hands and knees, crawling to Wade's side. Wade leaned up to push the glasses higher on the bridge of his nose.

" You didn't sleep well." Peter said soft, soft hand pressed against his textured chest. " You were talking in your sleep.."

" come here." Wade ordered, slowly turning onto his back, making grabby hands.

Peter complied, crawling over his large body. Soft thighs pressed against either side of his hips, staring lovingly down at him. Wade reached up, his thumb slowly sliding over his pink bottom lip.

" Are you..Are you okay?" Peter asked softly, some of the things he said..was worrying to say the least.

" I am. Our talk last night just had me a little worried, but now that I know you're still here like you promised..im better. "

" Do you want breakfast?"

" I would LOVE breakfast."

" Okay, let's go get dressed."

Wade's hand slowly inched down Peter's back, slipping up his shirt to meet the small of his back. The mercenary shook his head, brow cocking.

" I like you like this.."

" I-" A blush fell over the spiders cheeks, and he carefully looked away. " Yes air."

" Thank you, my prince."

" Of course."

Peter rolled his eyes, slowly standing up. He blew a kiss to his baby, before disappearing into the kitchen.

Wade listened for the rattling of a couple pans, and the refrigerator opening. Noises really traveled in their small apartment. Not small, really. They had an apartment in Manhattan, Wade's mercenary money supported them.

He had a lot of money, and he spent most of it on other people. He donated a lot of it to the homeless population in New York, and victims of the people he kills.

" Hey babe?" Peter called sweetly, receiving a hum from Deadpool. " How do you like your eggs?"

" Fried, runny, please."

" Of course!"

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" I'm making you pancakes before school one of these days." Wade hummed past the egg in his mouth, receiving a giggle from Peter.

" Don't talk with your mouth closed, pig!"

" Fuck, Peter! I love it when you talk dirty to me."

Peter rolled his eyes at the comment, taking the last night of his breakfast. He made more for Wade, because for once, he wasn't very hungry. The mercenary noted that, nonexistent eyebrow cocked.

" are you okay, baby boy?" Wade finished up his food, placing his plate into the sink.

" I'm just..thinking.."

" About what?"

" Its selfish, I don't..I don't want to say it out loud."

Wade came up behind him, pressing a soft kiss against a mark on the back of his neck, just below those pretty little freckles. Peter leaned against his lovers tight grip, allowing a sigh to escape him.

" Tell me.."

" I just- well- the thing is.."

" the thing is?"

" Dad was going to pay for my surgery, after Christmas. And I know my dad, he's petty enough to take that away now that we started fighting.."

" You don't need his money."

" Technically I do need money. I'm not going be able to buy that shit, especially not once I get a minimum wage job in between high school and-"

" I have the money."

" Im not going to make you do that, Wade. I wasn't even sure if I should let Tony do that.."

" I have millions saved up. billions maybe, I haven't checked in a little while..anyway, I can pay for your top surgery, and it wouldn't do anything to our fianaces."

" I don't know.."

" I've been waiting to spend my money on something big, plus I want you to feel comfortable.."

" I-"

" Just think about it?"

" Yeah, okay. I'll think about it."

" Good. And Petey?"

" Yes, Wade?"

" I can't wait to marry you.."

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