𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄: 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅

58; your lips

-'🕷;🕸 Peter watched blankly as the man he loved turned the nozel, warm water coming from the faucet to fill the tub. His eyes stayed glued to him, watching as he pulled bandages from under the sink. Scarred hands ran over his bruises, deep gashes slipping along his small body. Venom did his best to fix Peter up, the stab wound already scarring.

As they waited for the sink to fill up, Wade used the sink to soak a wash cloth with room temperature water. He went back to his baby, slowly sliding it along his shoulders. The water felt nice against his skin, droplets running down his bare chest.

It became this odd shade of red, almost pink as soon as it met his cuts. Wade tried to be as gentle as he could, taking every dab or wipe with extreme care. Peter deserved care. The small boy leaned up, connecting their lips very gently to show his appreciation. His hands met Wade's cheek, a whine escaping his lips as the rag rubbed over a particularly deep cut.

A hiss left his pink lips, watching the way Wade pulled back. Apologetic eyes stared down at Peter, a sad smile on his lips. He looked over at the tub, pointing at the rising water.

" I think it's done," The spiders voice was raspy, he could tell his voice was slowly withering away. " The bath."

Wade leaned down, to press kisses all over his porcelain face. He helped Peter out of his pants, and underwear, before picking his small body up in large body. The Anti-Hero leaned over to turn off the water, slowly inching his body into the water.

Peter whimpered at the warm water against his hurt skin, brown eyes shutting tightly. It took him a minute, to relax under the heat.

Wade got on his knees, rolling his sleeves up. He tilted Peter's body, to soak his chestnut hair in the water. The large man slowly pulled him back up before his face could be fully emerged in the water.

His baby allowed him to put the shampoo in his hair, and gently comb it out in the water. That's when the spider pulled his lover into the water wit him, using his super strength to pull him close. Wade let out a noise of surprise, feeling the water slowly soak into his clothes.

He allowed Peter to pull him down into a tight hug, arms wrapped tightly around the back of his neck. The small boys legs wrapped around large hips, holding onto him for dear life.

Peter sucked in a soft breath, thick lashes fluttering as his face met his lovers neck. It took a moment for the shock to melt away, but when it did he was holding Peter with a possessive grip, fingers combing through wet hair.

As they say there, the water slowly turned pink and their skin shriveled up like raisins. After he washed his baby, he drained the bathtub and met him in another kiss.

Peter held onto him as his lover as the man pulled him from the warm water, and dried him off. The towel caused his hair to poof, and a giggle to leave his lips. The smile caused their lips to meet in a sweet kiss that felt like a symphony rumbling from the hair on the back of his neck all the way down to Peter's curling toes.

Deadpool pulled a fresh shirt over Peter's body, the cold hair had caused goose bumps to bubble along his body. He helped his lover into boxers, and large sweatpants. He pushed his lover onto the back, a soft mattress causing his tensed muscles to relax and his head to fall back against the pillow.

Wade wrapped his lover into a blanket like a little burrito, and laid down beside him as he flipped the light off.

They could rest now.

It didn't take Peter long to fall asleep, his tired mind finally letting him calm. Peace finally waved over his body, and he fell limp against Wade's firm grip. Large arms pulled him closer, the mercenaries scarred face meeting the back of Peter's neck.

He would bandage the boys wounds in the morning, for right now his angel needed sleep. It took Wade a moment after Peter to finally fall but, eventually he passed out.

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Peter woke up in a cold sweat, his nails digging roughly into Wade's chest. Hard enough to draw blood, a scream escaped his pink lips, and the cold sweat that coated his little body caused him to stick to the sheets. Wade was up as quickly as Peter had fallen asleep, his scarred hands laying over Peter's.

The small boy allowed his eyes to flutter open, the darkness causing his throat to tighten.

He didn't like the dark, he didn't like the dark, he didn't like the dark.

Wade could feel his baby shake against his tightening grip, and nails dig roughly at his skin. In a panic Peter began to shove the man away, attempting to escape. A thud echoed through the room, his body hitting the cold wood.

Why was it so hard to breathe? He couldn't breathe. The terror that came with the lack of breath caused him to cry out, and before he knew it the light was on and Wade was right beside him.

" Hey, baby.." Wade's voice was calming, a gentle coo, like he was calming a riled horse. " It's okay, its okay."

It took him a long time to relax, awhile to allow this large hands to meet his cheeks. A tear rolled down Peter's cheek, and an apology was on his tongue because he woke Wade up, and oh my god he made Wade bleed.

He slowly scooted his body away, inching back. His efforts were a failed attempt because the gap was closing and his face was burying deep in Wade's chest. Peter took in his lovers scent, the smell was like home. So familiar, so comforting.

" Its okay.." Wade's voice was so quiet his lover almost couldn't make out the words. " You're safe now.."

" Promise?" He cried out, his hands slowly meeting his lovers warm back. Pete tugged the man close, a shaky breath leaving his lips.

" I promise you."

The spider slowly pushed Wade down on the floor, the cold wood meeting his hot back. Peter crawled over his body, spider sense focusing on the man's heartbeat as he slowed his breath. Sweaty palms met Wade's broad shoulder, and a scarred hand met the heroes cheek.

" I love you," Peter whispered, practically crying out as leaned into the gentle touch. " so much."

" You are my everything, angel." Wade's words suffocated The Doctors words, dominating the soft whisper.

Peter slowly pushed himself down, his soft chest pressing against Wade's scarred one. Foreheads pressed against each others, eyes staring into each others.

" I'm sorry..I had a nightmare, I didn't mean to.." Peter trailed off, brown orbs leaving his lovers face with a pained expression. " Please don't be mad.."

" Peter, why would I be mad at you?" He hummed, pressing his thumb against the chin guiding his eyes back to him. " I know it's going to take time to get back to normal, baby. I'm willing to wait.."

" I just every time I close my eyes it's happening again.."

" I have an idea."

" Tell me."

" How do you feel about living at The Xavior Institute? He has a the professor and beast started a recovery program." Wade bit his lip with a frown; if they were going to live their he couldn't kill.

" Are you sure..?"

" You need help. I can't do it alone, plus it's supers who are going through or went through the same things?" Wade's hand met his cheeks, his arm wrapping around the small waist. " It could be go for you.."

" I..will you be there?"

" Yeah. I can probably work with the kids, too." Wade's face lit up; he loved kids. It was the only time he had a filter.

" Okay, when should we go?"

" tomorrow morning."

" kiss me?"

" As you wish."

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