𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄: 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅

60; really?

-'🕷;🕸 Wade came up behind Peter; making sure to make himself known. The Arachnid wasn't very perceptive to sneak attacks any more. His arms snaked around those small hips, grip tightening as he slowly pressed a trail of kisses up Peter's neck. It was nothing sexual, just small displays of affection.

Peter leaned into his touch, a pained whimper leaving his pink lips. He was scared, what if he was the same? What if Wade had to tip-toe around the broken pieces of his lover? Peter couldn't do that to him, he couldn't do that. He didn't realize how fast his breaths were, how little oxygen was going through his lungs.

The Arachnid felt his body slip from Wade's grip, bruised knees collapsing against the hard floor. His lungs were brining, like smoke was suffocating him very slowly. Small hands wrapped around his own neck, clawing at his flesh. Pete sucked in long wheezes, his body trembling, his shoulders shaking like a leaf in the wind.

The tears finally welled up, feeling himself grow lightheaded. Everything was coming back. Every smell, every feeling, every unwanted touch. It was all flashing before his eyes, unknowingly kicking, hitting and clawing at Wade.

The Anti-Hero had wrapped large arms around his baby, pulling him close, regardless of the screams of protest. He grabbed his hands, very gently as he laid the boy onto the mattress. Scarred fingers rubbing soothing circles coaxed him out of his hell, lips trembling as he stared at Wade.

Peter was like a fire, a small spark slowly building to a monstrous flame. The orange engulfing around everything it touches, the fire swallowing it all whole. And when the flame is put our, he's left with nothing.

But the aftermath of fires nourished the soil, and another forest could grow. A beautiful, new, wild forest. Sometimes things had to be destroyed in order to make it new, Wade knew that well.

" It's okay baby boy, you're okay. " Deadpool let a soft noise, a sigh of relief escape him. They've been at the mansion for weeks, and it took so long to help Peter out of an attack after it came. " Take deep breaths, follow me? Okay.."

" O-Ok-Okay.." Peter offered a very slow nod, a tear rushing down his cheek.

He followed the deep breaths, and slow exhales that Wade guided him through. Soft fingertips slid to his lovers face, a whimper escaping his lips.

" See its okay.."

" Wade?"

" Peter."

" When..When are you going to give up on me? I-" Peter's finger slid over a cut, his nail must have sliced the man's cheek during his panic. " When..When are you going to abandon me?"

" Never."

" Cut the shit..I know I'm broken.." He whispered, slowly turning on his side to fave the wall. " When are you going to leave."

" I said what I meant and I meant what I said. Never." Wade whispered, his scarred hand petting wild curls.

" I can't- I won't just- I'm never going to be the same, baby. Can't you see that? I'm not Peter! I'm not I..I just need to know when you're going to leave.."

" I'm not going to leave. You are. " The Anti-hero slowly laid down, folding his hands with Peter. Scarred palms being traces by gentle fingertips. " When your 110 years old, and you've does of natural causes. I didn't want to say goodbye, but you say..you say its okay because you're going to leave me with our sons.."

The words sparked tears to well in his eyes, and he looked over at his baby, quickly. A breath escaped his parted lips, and he let out a muffled cry, all he could say was: " tell me about them."