𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄: 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅

45; are you ready?

-'🕷 Our heroes-hero and anti-hero-had been searching for a doctor for awhile. Wade had done intense research on the right doctors, who had the best success rate, and an even more realistic outcome. The mercenary had even talked to Stephen Strange about what who they should go to, what he would have charged, and even how to prepare.

Wade Winston Wilson left the last three months an expert for female-to-male top surgery. He wanted the best for Peter.

He was right about Nick Fury; that man was like a cockroach, he always came back. It took a month or two to get accepted by one of Doctor Banner's friends from med school, and another month for him to set an appointment with the two.

That's where they were heading today. Peter had been up all night, battling everything out in his head. Everything that might go wrong; everything that could go right. His eyes were wide open, staring out the window in their bedroom. Soft fingertips traced water droplets as they slipped down the other side of the window.

Crouched in a spider-like position, he watched the silent night very closely. Thick lashes growing heavier as his worry evaporated due to gentle breathes. He heard movement behind him, hair sticking up as footsteps drew closer.

His anxiety was calmed as soon as those scarred hands pressed against his soft hips.

" lets get you some warm milk?" Wade whispered softly, pressing a kiss against his earlobe. " You want to be awake for tomorrow.."

" Yeah, warm milk sounds good." Peter admitted tiredly, warm puffs of breath hitting the back of his neck caused shivers to jolt down his spine.

" good, common.."

" mmm.."

Once Peter had finally fallen into a much needed sleep, it was Wade's turn to worry. His eyes stayed open just enough to watch his lover sleep. Soft breaths caused his chest to rise, and long exhales made it fall.

Tomorrow was going to be the most exciting moment of Peter's life, after top surgery, he could climb to hormones. This would be..

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Exciting. That's the only way Peter could describe his morning. It was one of those days where the son was shining for HIM, the birds singing their congratulations to HIM.

As soon as the alarm rang through the air, Peter was up. The spider sprang out of bed, leaving his lover to disable the alarm as he got dressed. It took a while for Pete to find the right outfit; he eventually settled on one of Wade's WHAM! T-shirts, a flannel, and black jeans.

It took Wade a long time to sink off there bed, rolling out of his little heaven to sloppily dress himself. He put on his usual. A hoodie, with jeans and his black Adidas with white stripes. He was awake enough for two things: 1) to admire Peter's perfect ads in those jeans, and 2) decide that his boyfriend was basic for his slide-on checkered vans. He noted to bring them both up later, once he'd consumed the right amount of coffee.

Peter's every step had a small jump, the wide smile never leaving his soft features. He was pulling the larger man behind him, tugging him all along the apartment to get everything ready. He wouldn't be getting surgery today, just getting either accepted or denied. Still, it was a huge step. Wade followed with a tired smile, watching his energetic boyfriend with a loving gaze.

They woke up two hours before their appointment, enough time to get coffee, and head towards the specialist.

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  Peter slowly slipped onto a seat in the waiting room, it took entering the small space for the worry to build back up. The nervousness grasped onto Peter like a python curls around it's prey. The snake squeezed at his lungs, only allowing soft breathes to slip through shaking lips. What if he was denied? His small hand wrapped around Wade's, holding onto it for dear life.

He didn't realize how hard his fingers contorted around Wade's until he heard a crack echo through his ears. A simple chuckle escaped Wade; as he looked at his now broken hand.

" someone's nervous." He chirped playfully, a reassuring calm reminiscent in his voice.

" Oh my god, I'm so sorry-" Peter stared at his baby, eyes widened with fear. " my super strength- I didn't mean to- Wade, oh my god-"

" Baby boy, don't worry about it! I already started healing. " Wade hummed, showing Peter his hand. The broken bones slowly pushing themselves back in place. " I'm okay. No need to worry."

" I-I hurt you-" he stuttered out, the remorse evident in his voice. " I-"

" Its Okay.."

" Peter Parker?" The nurse at the door called softly, causing the two boys attention to snap towards him. " Doctor Octavious will see you now."

" Thank you!" Wade called happily, helping his lover onto his feet.

Peter was hesitant to follow behind his boyfriend, his heart speeding rapidly. Wade leaned down, to press a reassuring kiss against the small boys temple. That was enough for the spider, who happily pulled wade through the small doors.

The nurse bit back a a large smile, taking small glances towards spideypool. Peter held onto the sleeve of Wade's hoodie, laying his head on the man's broad shoulder. They turned down a hallway inching closer to the Arachnid's future.

Doctor Octavious stood in the room, going over Peter's information as the entered. The nurse kindly guided Peter onto the Examination table. The small boy traced invisible artwork onto the thin paper under his body. Wade leaned against the table, softly rubbing his back.

The doctor finished up the chart, and offered a wide smile. Peter Brown eyes slipped up to the man, lashes fluttering softly, pink lips grinning up at him.

" Peter Parker, it's so lovely to meet you!" The Doc offered a hand to peter, who happily took it. " Really, all I have to do is ask you a few questions, and make sure there's no problems with your ribs..and if everything alright in a week or two you'll have top surgery!"

" Then let's get started!"

" let's!"

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After a couple short questions, and a small examination Peter and Wade were free to go. Doctor Octavious made an appointment with them, which Wade was sure wouldn't have happened if his lover wasn't really hot.

Peter refused to hold Wade's hand; he wouldn't hurt him again. The mercenary pulled his lover into large arms, carrying him through the quiet streets. Wade was taking the small boy to celebrate with a nice date, a suprise date.

' Wade?"

" Yeah?"

" I..I love you.."

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//Boring, next chapter will have their date. The next one? TOp surgery.