𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄: 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅

47; photographs 📷

-'🕷 Peter stood in front of the large building, taking in a large breath. He pushed the glasses up on the bridge of his nose, eyes slowly sliding down to his watch. It was his first day working at the daily prophet, and he wasn't excited in any way. The spider was working directly under the man who hated him the most; J.J.Jameson.

Rather then the usual, he felt like he was the fly; flying into the web and as he fought to get himself out, only made it even hopeless. Another breath escaped his pink lips, and he slowly inched closer to the building. It wasn't nearly as high as Stark Tower, but close enough. If he remembered correctly he was on the sixth floor?

His small body quickly looped through the lobby and sunk into the large elevator. He pressed the button and kept to himself, staying completely silent in the crowd of people.

As soon as those doors opened, Peter was gone. He could deal with small spaces but as soon as other bodies were in a confined space, he couldn't breath.

The spider took a moment to gather himself, pushing the sleeves of Wade's hoodie onto his wrists. He went to the receptionist with that wide grin, large lashes fluttering at the blonde woman.

" Hello! I'm Peter Parker, It's my first day." The small boy nervously played with the strings of the vibrant red hoodie. He was pretty sure there was a bloodstain on it somewhere. " I'm supposed to check in with Mr.Jameson? He's supposed to show me to my desk.."

" Oh, uh, hello Peter!" Blue eyes; icy unlike Wade's warm ones slid up to meet his soft features. " He's just down that way! It's nice to meet you, I'm Betty Brant!"

" It's so nice to meet you too!"

" Usually I'm not in reception, but that asshole Robbie Robertson didn't come in today." The blonde rolled her eyes, standing up from the reception desk, pointing down the hall. " He's down there, Jameson. Be careful, he's an ass too."

" I- oh, okay! Thank you." His soft cheeks warmed to a deep red, and he nodded. The small boy stumbled back, before taking down the hall in search for the office.

Peter puffed his cheeks freckle splattered cheeks out, into a pout. It took him a long moment to gather himself, inching down the hallway cautiously. The small boy's light brown eyes scattered along the many offices in search for his enemy-his new boss.

His head ducked, soft fingers pulling at a string loose on his red sleeve. The spider turned, to analyze the hallway. Where was this man's office? He froze, gaze scattering along the walls. He felt a large thump against his small body, and he took in a harsh breath.

Slowly, very slowly he turned his small body to face a large, angry man. He was growing grey, with a black mustache. Dark brown, almost black eyes stared daggers into Peter's soul, causing a breath to escape his lungs.

" And what the hell do you think you're doing?" The man's voice was deep, his tone coated in a deep growl of anger.

" I.." Peter started with a flinch, gulping down on air to suppress the lump deep in his throat. " I'm sorry sir, I was just- well I think I might be lost? And its my first day, I must be in my head a little too much.."

" Just be a little fucking careful, huh, kid?" He pinched his nose with his free hand, a long, shaky breath leaving him. " I couldve spilled my coffee-"

" Again, I'm so sorry." Peter bit his bottom lip, his head hanging to stare down at beat up black converse. " Do you think you'd be able to help me? I'm looking for J.J.Jameson's office, I'm supposed to be meeting him now.."

" Sure I can help you, I AM Jameson. " He boomed with a dry laugh, offering an odd grin. " You must be Peter Parker, my new Photographer?"

" Yes sir, I'm terribly sorry for bumping into you. " He offered a gentle smile.

There was one thing for sure; he did not like this man. Jameson might prove him wrong, but Peter thought he was a wretched old man.

" Why don't we start with our meeting, yes? " Jameson offered, a brow cocked.

" Alright.."

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" -It was terrible! I'm telling you Wade, that man has to be the devil! And guess what? I thought I was going to take stupid fucking pictures for fluff pieces! Guess what he wants me to do?"

" What?"

" He wants me to take pictures of Spider-Man!" Peter boomed, his words sending his lover into hyena laughter.

Peter had just gotten home, changing out of his clothes while Deadpool made them dinner. It was normal for them, to yell across the apartment. Peter could hear nearly everything with his heightened senses, and Wade didn't mind the yelling.

The small boy pulled on a sweatshirt with a harsh huff, shaking his head quickly.

" Wade, I swear he has some kind of Spider-Man fetish." Peter spat, as he slipped his shoes off. " He's a terrible person, Betty says the last guy who had my job got fired for asking for Christmas off!"

" Okay wait, What's wrong with having a Spidey fetish? Your own boyfriend-yours truly-had a huge crush on Spidey!"

" That's besides the point." The small boy rolled his caramel eyes, amusement emitting from his pink lips. " What are you making?"

" My famous pancakes! What else?" Wade called with a giggle, a large smile on his scarred lips.

Peter approaches the kitchen, coming up behind his lover to come up from behind him. Much smaller, muscled arms wrapped loosely around Wade's waist. A deep hum escaped the back of his throat, and he pushed himself onto the tips of his toes, pressing a kiss against the back of his neck.

" 'smells good, baby." A soft smile fell in his lips, nuzzling his face into his back.

" you hungry?"

" Starving."

Wade giggled, placing the last pancake onto the large plate of food beside them. Peter took it to the table, while Wade cleaned the pan. The mercenary soon joined his lover, dividing the breakfast onto two plates. They shared a soft peck, before starting their feast.

Peter let out a moan once the pancake touched his soft pink lips, eyes rolling back. The thought that there might be crack in their food DID hit him. How could something be this good.

" How could anyone eat anything other then breakfast food?" Peter said softly, causing Wade to offer an amused smile.

" People are idiots, Peter."

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