𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄: 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅

56; no love

WARNING: DEATH, VIOLENCE, TALKS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT ⚠

-'🕷;🕸 Peter was right, deep in his gut he could feel the Doctor's stares. Ever since he met Wade; there were eyes following him. His stalker had found him, watched him, and he was stupid enough to think it could've been Wade's eyes.

He was a fly, who had trapped itself inside of a sticky web that he didn't know how to get out of. He squirmed, and fought but it only trapped his body, suffocated him in the substance until the predator came. The spider that crawled into the webbing took a bite out of Peter like he was a shiny red apple, he feasted, never filling his greedy stomach.

Again, and again and again.

Most spiders were decent enough to wait for their prey to die in their webbing before they could come close, some even preferred it. Not this spider, Peter wasn't that lucky.

Peter flinched at every touch, his body was sent in shock with every sadistic laugh. He wanted to go home, he wanted to see his baby.

Thin fingers grasped at the rope that held him down, clawing at his restraints, tugging. Desperately, he swayed. Fingers pushed deep into the knot, hands rotating.

He watched as the doctor once again drew closer to grab his cheek, a noise of disapproval leaving the back of his throat. Octavious took the small hips in his hands to steady the body, he didn't like the sudden movement. Peter let out a soft cry, shuddering at the touch.

" When will you get it?" The harsh voice called, dark and cold. " He's not coming for you. Nobody is coming for you."

" he-he loves me.." Peter's voice was shaky because he wasn't sure if he was right.

" HE DOESN'T LOVE YOU!"

The silence, the fight that had slowly died down in Peter was unsettling.Those Those words were enough for him to allow the hope to slip from his fingertips.

The words drawing the small boy into a painful shock, a harsh realization. Without his powers he knew he was nothing. He didn't respond, didn't pull away. Brown eyes stared at the kidnapper blankly, the only movement left in his body was his trembling lips.

" They don't love you, Peter. They don't care."

His head tilted up slightly, to keep the tears from spilling from his beautiful eyes. Thick lashes closed, lids shut tightly. The man's voice was a whisper in his head, never leaving his thick skull. His voice along with Wade's cheerful tone, if he were here, he'd be making some dark joke that was oddly comforting.

He wanted to go home.

A sound pierced the cold air, an alarm cutting the silence and sending a shock down the Doctor's body. Someone was here.

Peter's face didn't wither, it didn't light up because they weren't coming for him..

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It took two large thuds for Wade to break through the locked door, his body clumsily falling with the door as he went in to throw him body for a third time. The fall didn't stop him, instead he jumped to his feet and made his way through the dark room. Blue eyes stared at his target through the lenses, his gloved hands clutched harshly around two pistols.

This was it, he was going to save his baby boy. He was going to take him home, and do whatever his baby wanted because fuck, life didn't matter if Peter wasn't there living beside him.

His feet carried him silently, slowly to the cage. Blue eyes stared at the man through white lenses, a deep, dark growl escaping his scarred lips. The Doctor turned, adjusting his body into a fighting position.

Rather then shoot Doc Oc his bullets shot at the rope containing Peter's small wrists, his body pushing and pulling out of the way of harsh claws. The boy only crashed to the floor, no movement, no sound.

The shock that hit Wade was enough for Octavious to shove him against the glass cage. The metal claw pinned his body down against the thick glass. The position giving him a closer look at the boy in the cage. Blue eyes inched over his body, that wasn't Peter.

Peter had dimples above his ass, and freckles up the back of his neck. He had chestnut hair; not black. He wasn't tall in the slightest, this boy had long lanky legs.

Wade turned around with a growl, shoving the katanas out of their covers, twirling them in his hands. The expression that showed from behind his mask was filled with a dark gaze, a harsh, hateful snarl escaping the back of his throat.

Wade wasn't going to kill anyone, because he knew Peter didn't want that. But the site put him over the edge. The mercenary pushed the sharp blade through his torso, a deep snarl slipping from his lips. He shoved the mask off, grabbing the man by his throat harshly.

" Where the FUCK is Peter?" His voice was like nothing the doctor had heard before. " Don't make me repeat myself."

The Doctor wrapped his fingers around the blade, staring down at the intrusion. The katana was lodged deep in his abdomen, the tip sticking out of his back.

" Roof." He breathed out, attempting not to cry in front of the man before him. Fear clouded his head, and he let out a pained yelp, attempting to pull the blade from his body. " Please."

" Did Peter beg for his life?"

" I-"

" The I refuse to grant you an mercy. Die."

The doctor watched as Wade turned to walk away, the palm of his hands getting torn up by the blade. Frantically clawing, attempting to get it off.

It wasn't long before he drew his last breath, eyes going blank, and body falling limp. Nobody messes with his Peter.

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Wade crawled onto the roof of the building, eyes searching for his angel. Blue orbs laid upon venom, only venom. The black ooze using its host to quickly crawl to the mercenary, large tongue licking outside its outstretched mouth. The Symbiote watched Wade, taking in his every movement.

He pulled his pistol out, firing two shots at the monster, who absorbed the harsh bullets. A growl left Wade, pulling out his knife, he curled around the Symbiote. He stuck out his foot to trip the alien, quickly climbing over the small host.

With one swift movement he was pushing the knife into the black ooze, only for the black to reveal its hosts stomach. Slowly the black disappeared to reveal its host caramel eyes, and then the pained expression that came with the harsh stab.

Peter let out a cry, venom still attached to his small body. Hands grasped for Wade, the pain was unbearable.

A gasp left Wade and he went to reach for his baby, only for Venom to engulf its host.

" I can help him." Venom roared, every word exposing his monstrous teeth. " On one condition.."

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//Will Peter die? Check I'm next chapter!
//no I haven't revised or edited anything. I'm too lazy, maybe when its finished.