𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄: 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅

46: WHAT THE ASS?

-'🕸  Wade sat across from Peter, both men scamming over the menu. Wade knew exactly what he wanted; a chimi-fucking-changa. Peter had no clue what he wanted, he'd probably settle on a soft taco with extra guacamole.

" What are you ordering?" Wade asked softly, reaching over to slip his hand into his lovers small one.

" I don't know.."

" you don't know? This is the best Mexican restaurant in the New York! " Wade went wide eyed when Peter have him an odd, unknowing look. " Peter Benjamin Parker!"

" What?" He giggled, brown eyes watching his lover closely.

" You haven't-You haven't mesmerized the menu?" Wade's voice was booming, in the small mom and pop restaurant.

" No. Wade I've never even been to this place.."

" Oh sweetums. Oh my sweet little Spider-Butt. Baby, you're so uncultured." Wade sighed, shaking his head softly with disapproval. " Tony raised you so wrong, I have to fix you."

" Then fix me, what should I order?" The small boy placed the menu on the table, before pushing the glasses up, eyes meeting those pretty blue orbs.

" hmm, ever had a chimichanga?"

" A what?"

A long, loud, over exaggerated gasp filled the large man's lungs. He placed two textured hands grasp at his cheeks to present a comical expression.

" Baby boy! You've never had a chimichanga?" The large man shook hi head, pinching at his nose with a breathy sigh. " this is an emergency."

A childish laugh escaped those pretty little lips, causing Wade's entire expression to light up. He was so beautiful. Peter was.. If Wade lost everything tomorrow, and he woke up In a pile of shit but that boy was still beside him? Nothing would matter. Nothing.

Regardless of his future husbands lack of knowledge on Mexican food, he still loved his baby. He loved those glasses, and that little smile that slid over his lips when he knew he was right, the way he kissed, touched, loved. Peter was remarkable, and Vanessa, ghost or not would love him too.

He watched pink lips move, silent words leaving his mouth. Long lashes fluttered, fingertips tracing over scarred skin. The world was silent around him, everything freezing to shed a much needed light over his angel.

There's always that moment in your life, that moment where a shitty song played in your head and your mind turned everything into slow movement. Right now, Rebel yell was faint in his ears, and Peter's lips were sliding oh so slowly to mouth silent words.

" Wade!" Peter called out, snapping in front of his distracted lover. " Baby? Come back to earth."

The mercenary slowly pushed the hood off, to reveal scarred features. He was exposed to the world. He grasped soft cheeks, and hungrily connected their lips. The way his textured skin slipped along Peter's soft pink lips caused butterflies to erupt inside their stomach.

A comforting warmth fell over them as their lips moved softly against each others, a scarred hand gripping at soft, freckled flesh. They only pulled away at to speak to the approaching waitress. Soft pants were emitting from Peter's pink lips, the breath causing his chest to shake. He wasn't expecting that.

" Hello, I'm Arcelis! What would you two like to drink?" The very short-shorter the Peter-spoke through a faint accent, a gentle hum to her happy tone.

" We would like two cokes, and um, can we order now? " Wade asked softly, blue eyes meeting hers.

" Of course, Mr.Wilson! Would you like the usual?" Her head tilted to the side as she scribbled on hee notepad, grinning at the familiar face.

" Yes ma'am, I'd love that! Tell Ms.Maria I said hi?" The mercenary grinned up at her, happiness still shining on his features.

" Of course. What would your friend like?" She giggled before leaning closer to whisper to Wade. " Is this Peter?"

" Yes, this is Peter. He would like the same of if isn't any trouble? And would you mind a side of nachos?"

" no problemo Mr.Pool! Maria will be happy to hear you're here tonight. I'll go get her, she's in the back!" Their waitresses boomed, happiness in her gentle voice. " It was nice to meet you Peter! Your food will be out shortly!"

Peter turned to look at the large man, offering a wide smile. Wade reached up to push a loose curl out of his face, mirroring his expression.

" I love you," Peter hummed, biting at his bottom lip. " So much."

" I'm sorry, baby. I can't say it back until you eat a Chimichanga." Wade shrugged, causing Peter to let out a playful gasp.

" I cant believe you'd choose a chimichanga over me.."

" Wait until you taste one, baby boy. As soon as you eat a chimichanga, you'll choose it over me any day.."

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The cold air was rough against Peter's small body, the flannel he had chosen to thin to block the wind. Wade kept the small boy close as they slipped down the surprisingly empty streets, guarding his baby from the cold.

" So, I was right, right?" Wade chirped, a large arm resting along the others dainty shoulders.

" About what?" Peter spoke through chattering teeth, a shiver rolling down the back of his neck.

" About the Chimichanga! What else?"

" Oh, yeah. It was okay." Peter hummed cheekily, brown eyes staring mischievously up at Wade.

" Okay?!" The mercenary gasped, eyes widening as he stared down at the much smaller boy.

" Okay."

Wade grabbed Peter, quickly swooping him off his feet. The spider was laying in his arms like the damsel in a cheesy romantic comedy. Pete let out a giggle, wrapping his arms around the man's neck. Wade ducked his head down to press an excessive amount of kisses over his face; drawing a string of uncontrollable giggles to leave Peter.

" I'm kidding! Baby! I'm kidding! " Peter squealed, attempting to move away from the shower of affection. He pushed his head away, only to be pulled back for another soft peck against his cheek. " It was the second best thing I've ever put in my mouth."

" Second best? What the ass? Are you insane! What's the first? I mean come on nothing, NOTHING, could compare to a chimi-fucking-changa-"

Peter cocked his brow, giving his lover an odd look. It took a long time for Wade to realize Peter was talking about Deadpool junior, the idea caused his eyes to widen.

" Peter Benjamin Parker! " He giggled, pulling the boy closer in his arms. " So dirty, I have half a mind to call Aunt May!"

" Shut up!" Peter gave Wade a playful smack on the shoulder, receiving a smack on the ass.

" Fuck,"

" What?"

" I just love you."

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//So, I just told my mom that its cannon that Deadpool is pan and Spider-Man is bi, and she said: " I get that you're a tranny, but not everything has to be gay, Beau."
I'm not offended, just sad. :)