𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄: 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅

43; bloodstained

-' 🕷 Spider-Man and Deadpool were perched on a skyscraper, eyeing the noisy city. It had been quiet, a lot more quiet then usual. The passed couple weeks, there was little to no crime. Not even petty theft.

Wade was growing impatient, he let out a huff for the thousandth time, and puffed out his cheeks from under the leather mask. The mercenary whined, and allowed his body to fall against the rough concrete floor on the roof. Peter only let out a giggle, white lenses scanning his lover over.

" Yes, Wade?" The spider questioned cheekily, thick lashes fluttering from under the thick lenses.

" I'm borreeedddd!" He cried, like a child who was forced to watch an eight our documentary on how food was made.

" I know, baby. Patrol ends in.." Peter pulled his phone out of Wade's utility belt, eyes scanning over the time. " Ten minutes, baby."

" Ten minutes? But nothings happening!" Deadpool whined, crawling to his spider.

The large man came up behind him, wrapping a large arm loosely around his waist. Peter leaned into his touch, sinking to a more relaxed crouching position. Wade's leather hands slide along the spandex, pressing soft kisses against his masked head.

Peter pressed his back against Wade's chest, leaning into his touch. Brown eyes slipped closed, and one spandex covered hand pressed against his lovers large arm.

" Take your mask off..?" Wade coaxed softly, head nuzzling against a dainty shoulder.

" Baby, we're working.." Peter trailed off, slowly sinking into a sitting position on the edge of the large building.

" Please..?"

" Okay."

Peter let out a giggle, folding the mask up to uncover pink lips. His mask rested just above the bridge of his nose, and he reached over to tug at Wade's. The cold air harshly entering his lungs, burning through his nostrils.

Wade leaned down, taking in his lover scent. The mercenary's lips hovered over Peter's, hot puffs of breath escaping soft pink lips. Peter leaned up, allowing their lips to slide together in a beautiful harmony. Their kiss started over sweet and soft, but soon turned into something harsh. Peter was clawing at his lover, closing the gap in between their clothed bodies.

There was a harsh flash in the dead of night, causing the two to quickly pull back. They turned at the source of life, watching as the person took off running. Wade jolted, ready to lung at the stalker. Peter grabbed his shoulder, super strength keeping the mercenary still.

Peter Benjamin Parker leaned down to kiss up the mans leather covered neck. Wade let a soft noise erupt from his scarred lips, the large man didn't understand why Peter was letting this happen. Someone just got a picture of Spider-Man and Deadpool making out, that wasn't good for Peter's image.

" Its okay," Peter whispered softly, carelessness present in his tone. " You're the love of my life. Spider-Man loves Deadpool as much as I love you, and I'm not scared for anyone to know about us.."

The words caused the screaming voices to go completely silent, warm fingers dancing along Wade's spine. The spider held a loving time, softer then Wade had ever heard from Peter. The anti-hero turned to look up at him, peering at the smile on Peter's pink lips.

He loved Wade. Now that Peter knew everything that he did now, he wasn't going to let anything bad happen to his baby. Nobody could hurt his baby, not him, not his father. Nobody.

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The kiss was all over the news when Peter and Wade woke up the next morning. Most people were supportive of Spider-Man, others were not so pleased. J.J.Jameson wrote a very anti-gay article about what people were now calling " Spidey-Pool", and even had the audacity to mention the scars on Wade's face.

Peter wasn't worried about that; the LGBTQIA+ community would destroy the daily profit. No, What Peter was worried about was much, much worse.

Nick Fury was at his door early in the morning, demanding, in his words that: " your ass better be getting the he'll out of bed to answer this door, motherfucker."

When fury was met with Peter, he was baffled. Tony warned him that Spider-Man wouldn't be who he thought he was, but he, in no way guessed Spider-Man was Steve and Tony's little boy.

" Peter?" Nick questioned, his tone was softer then usual. His eyes-eye looked the small boy up and down.

Peter's head cocked to the side, opening the door a little wider watching carefully as the agent walked in. The Arachnid was silent, pushing his glasses up on the bridge if his nose. A large Nirvana T-shirt, and Wade's boxers hugged his small frame. Eyes barely open, what time was it?

" I- you're dating Deadpool?"

" I'm going to marry Deadpool." The small boy spoke softly, earning a baffled expression from Fury.

" You can't."

" I can, and I did."

" Why don't we have a discussion, shall we?" Fury hummed, offering Peter a seat across from him.

The small boy took the seat, cocking his brow as he sized up Nick Fury. This was either going to end VERY well, or in war.

Peter was ready for war, and he was even more ready to pull his father's intestines out and wear them as a scarf. Tony Stark was going to die if he didn't fix himself. If Nick Fury had to die too, so be it.

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//Nobody's going to die, I think. Leave a comment if you want Peter to fuck someone up because I really want some chaos in the book from our Lawful Good.