𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄: 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅

44; gunshots

-'🕸 Peter ended up dangling Nick Fury out the window, as soon as the agent pulled a gun on him. They weren't very high up, if he dropped the man, the worst he would get was brain damage. It wasn't likely.

One hand held into his collar, Deadpool's sharp blade in the other. Fury looked completely fine. Emotionless.

Peter quickly tossed the man onto the floor, crawling over him instantly. He wound his called fist back, and, with all his spider might, it came flying at Fury. One punch after another, he persisted. Again, and again, and again. He wasn't satisfied until the blood covered his pale hands.

Nick Fury was crying out when Peter was finished, whispering soft prayers to God. His face looked worse then normal, Peter must have been pulling his punches because the agent was still alive. No major fractures.

The Spider pulled the piece of shit back up by his throat, and disposed of him through the window. A calming fell over him, his body immediately slipping into a numbness. He carries his body down the hall, tripping over his feet as he inched closer and closer to his baby. His beautiful baby. The small boy carried his body tiredly back to Wade, slumping onto their bed.

Bloody hands pressed against scarred skin, face burried deep into his neck. Peter felt an odd weight fall over him, his stress melting into a harsh tiredness.

It didn't take him long to fall asleep, cuddled up to his boyfriend-fiancè?

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Wade turned in his sleep, large arms pulling small hips closer. Thick lashes fluttered open to reveal ocean blue orbs. He pushed his face down, soft breaths causing the hairs on Peter's neck to stand on ends. The spider shivered, moving in his scarred arms.

Wade slipped his hands down Peter's side, scarred hands meeting sticky finger tips. Deadpool felt confusion overcome his body, slowly guiding his lovers hands out from under the covers. The blood on his hands caused Wade to jump up, searching for any wounds on the spiders body.

Peter let out a whine, eyes slipping open at the sudden movement. He turned to face the large man's, staring at him through hooded eyes. A tired noise left his pink lips, lashes fluttering softly.

" Peter? Peter wake up!" Wade cupped the boys cheeks, forcing brown eyes to stare up at him. " What's that? Why is there blood on your hands."

" I pushed Nick Fury out of the window for calling you ugly." Peter said it so simply that it sent chills down Wade's body.

Wade didn't know what to say for a long time, before pushing a curl behind his ear and offering a soft smile.

" Let's get you washed up, hmm baby boy?" Wade wasn't really asking, the mercenary pulled him up into his large arms and got to his feet.

Peter didn't complain, he stayed silent. It took him a second to lay his head onto the broad shoulder, holding onto him for dear life. It hasn't sunk in until now, he had just killed a man. Wade rubbed his back soothingly, whispering loving words against his ear.

He knew something was coming, some kind of cry, some kind of panic attack. It was coming and all Wade could do was be here, because the mercenary never would've thought Peter was capable of something like that.

Did he do that? Did he bring that out in Peter?

Wade buried his face into the boys hair, taking in a careful breathe as he entered the bathroom. He kept the small boy cradled in his large arms, pressing sift kisses against his cheeks. Peter leaned into every affectionate touch, purred at every soft kiss. He couldn't get enough of Wade.

Deadpool finally parted away to pull on the nob that turned the showerhead on. The small boy pushed his body closer against Wade's, a tear slipping down his freckled dusted cheek.

" I made a mistake, " Peter finally spoke through the silence, sadness in his tone. " didn't I?"

" I have to say, killing the guy who runs a spy agency that you work for? Not a good plan." Wade chirped honestly, giving the shower a moment to heat up.

" I just..I..I don't like it when people say bad things about you.."

" I know. But you can't kill every one that says shit about me, then every one would be dead."

" I'm sorry.."

" Don't be. " Wade hummed softly against his ear, cupping a soft cheek. " But one of us has to be the responsible one.."

" Spider-Man doesn't kill.."

" that's right, Spider-Man doesn't kill." Deadpool hummed softly, leaning down to connect their lips.

Peter slowly pulled away, narrowing his brown eyes. Wade watched as his lover slipped of the bloody shirt, and pushed the boxers off his small hips. A frown fell over the larger man as his blood covered boyfriend slipped through the shower curtains.

Wade slowly undressed slipping into the shower, his baby slowly turned around to wrap his arms around the man's neck. Peter pressed his forehead against his lovers neck, soft brown eyes shutying.

The warm water beating down on their bodies was comforting, clean water turning a red after the droplets finally met the drain. They held onto each other, Wade never wanting to leave his babies side.

" You better watch your back, Wilson." Peter hummed, happiness meeting his lips once again. " I'm not going to kill for you again."

" I doubt he's dead. I've tried to kill Nick Fury more then once, I'm pretty sure he never ACTUALLY dies. " Wade smirked, pressing his forehead against Peter's. Their eyes stared into each others, love in their eyes.

" I still did something bad.."

" and you aren't going to do it again, baby. It'll be okay. " Deadpool reassured, cupping Peter's soft hand cupping his cheek.

" Promise?"

" I promise you, everything is going to be okay.."

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//Short and sweet, we'll probably visit Peter and Wade at the hospital in the next few chapters (for top surgery, not death or anything.)
//writing will get better after Christmas, and I'll go back in edit these last couple chapters. They were low-key rushed.