𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄: 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅

61; STOP

-'🕷 The playful banter caused Peter to beam, happiness erupting in his stomach. Yukio and Ellie, or as Wade liked the call them, the lesbians were amazing. Quicksilver was becoming a really good friend, and Spider-Man loved talking to him.

Him and Quick were in the middle of playing a chess game when his phone rang. He ignored it at he's stared at the bored, analyzing every single possibility, every move. Maximoff puffed out his cheeks, and attempted not to get too bored. Parker took so long, while Quick was fast paced and never really thought all of his options through.

It wasn't because Quicksilver wasn't smart, he just liked to see What Spidey would do when he given an opportunity to win. Parker never took the easy win, he knew exactly where to go for an even larger triumph over Maximoff.

The call echoed through the silence, cutting their peace like a knife. Spidey let out a large huff, and he went to turn the phone on silent. But, then he saw the caller ID. Harry Osborn, his best friend. The smaller of the two boys sucked in a sharp breath that burned his throat going down.

" Do you need to take that?" The speedster question, analyzing his expression as he appeared behind Parker.

" I..Yeah, I do."

" Good luck." The words echoed through his ear even after the gust of wind hit the back of his neck, and Quick was gone.

Peter felt his head hang, and his thumb hovered over the button. He was only in contact with the people around the mansion, his friends. He still talked to Ned, and MJ. The only person he hadn't said anything to was Harry.

Harry was a good person, with disgusting values. His bestfriend would blame him for what happened, if Peter told him. Harry would shame him for being with Wade, because not only was his baby a man but he was a mutant.

Peter got a new phone number, new social media after the accident. Only people he trusted had it, Harry was in his contacts in case he wanted to contact him. But Osborn was not supposed to have his number. A panic inched up his toes, all the way to his ears as he accepted the call.

" Hello?" His voice cracked, and his small fingers pulled at the loose thread in the carpet.

" Peter?!" Harry called, eyes wide. " I've been calling for days! I thought you were dead!"

" I um..something came up.." The small boy bit his bottom lip, his nails digging into his thighs.

" Ned said you got hurt, and then I found you're new Instagram? What the he'll is going on Peter?"

" Just um, just getting over something bad.."

" And You didn't think to mention it to your best friend?!"

" I knew you were going to tell at me.." Peter felt the sob attempting to push out, but he swallowed it as soon as it came up. " And I'm trying to have a new life, something better."

" A new life? With that ugly little shit in your pictures, Patricia?!" The name slipped from his lips as soon as it popped in his head.

A silence filled the room, and Peter tensed up. He sat there, unmoving, processing everything for a moment.

" Peter I-"

" No. You're going to let me sleep, you piece of shit. Wade fucking Wilson is NOT ugly, he is beautiful inside and out. I'm in love with him and your entitled ads can't change that!" Anger was flooding through his body, and he was living because this was the most power he had felt in awhile. " And number two, you can't misgender me just because you're fucking mad at me!"

He was screaming now, loud enough for Wade to have heard in their room. When the mercenary found his lover he was rambling angrily to his friend, tears sliding down his porcelain cheeks.

He approached carefully, large hands clutching Peter's cheeks. Slowly, a breath escaped spidey's lips, and the phone slipped from his soft fingers. Wade stared down at him, something odd in those blue eyes. The small boy didn't realize how heavy he was breathing until the mercenary pressed their foreheads together.

Silence, a peaceful silence. Large hands sunk down the small body, slowly tugging him closer. Scarred lips traveled down his neck, drawing a breath from his pink lips.

" You think I'm beautiful?" The words left Wade's mouth muffled against Peter's throat.

" The most beautiful man I've ever seen.."

" Even with your scars."

" Yes." His voice was so reassuring, so gentle that they silenced the loud voices. " Even with your scars."

" Who were you talking to like that? I've never heard you talk like that."

" My friend, Harry."

The voice sounded so familiar,but he pushed it back as he found Peter's lips. The smaller man shoved Wade against the wall, pinning his broad shoulders down. They slowly pulled away to breathe, staring at each other lovingly.

" You gonna be okay?"

" Wade, I feel..amazing.."

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//Very short, the rest of the book will be about Peter's recovery.
Should I start making the new book?