𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄: 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅

63; confession.

-'🕸 Peter squirmed in Wade's arms as he was carried back to the bar, allowing the man to drag him back to the barstools. The mercenary placed Spider-Man on the bar counter, offering a disgusted noise from weasel.

" I just washed the counter, Wade!" Weasel whined, as he slipped back around the other side of the counter.

" Once people have found out Spidey's ass was on the bar? This place will be famous, don't worry." Wade hummed, opening Pokemon Go.

Peter rolled his eyes, and let out a noise of boredom. Who the fuck played Pokemon Go anymore? It was all about Wizard's Unite, hands down. This Hufflepuff would rather search for a dememtor then catch a Pikatchu.

The Arachnid waited for the man's attention to go back to him, it didn't. He tapped his gloved fingers on the counter, kicking his short legs. The spider tried to be patient, really he did, but he was craving the man's attention. Peter even leaned forward, rolled his mask onto the bridge of his nose to press a soft kiss against Wade's scarred lips after tugging up his leather mask. The mercenary returned the kiss, gently, eyes slowly leaving the screen to lay on Peter, before shutting softly.

The small boy crawled onto his lap, thighs straddling either side of his hips. Their lips didn't part, they stayed connected in a warm, toughening kiss. Peter's teeth grazed his lovers bottom lip, hands inching up his toned body. Wade pulled back, allowing a breath to escape his lips.

" I'm like a Ditto...I'll be anything you want me to be.." Peter cooed, squirming in his lap, pressing his much smaller chest against Wade's large one.

" Wow there, Petey-Pie." Wade sing-songed, biting down on his lip, large hands finding the boys sides. " Is that a Sudowoodo in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"

A smirk fell over Peter's face, and he leaned down, to nip at the man's earlobe.

" Meet me in the bathroom?" The spider whispered, his hot breath sending shivers down Wade's spine.

" Fuck, yes please."

Peter smirked, crawling off his hips and going to walk towards the restroom. Wade quickly grabbed his wrist, to tug the boy back with a frown. The spider slowly looked up at his lover, his lenses squinted in a comical expression.

" Are you sure?" The mercenary asked softly, walking closer to press a hand over his pale cheek.

They hadn't had any sort of sexual contact since what happened, and Wade understood that. He wasn't going to force his spider into anything, he wanted his lover to HEAL first. To really heal.

Peter nodded, but that wasn't consent. Wade didn't move, instead waited patiently for his love you say it was okay. Blue eyes, glued on the much smaller boy.

" Yes, baby im sure.."

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When they had left the bathroom, Peter's legs were still shaking and he was breathing heavily from behind the mask. With every step his legs trembled, and he fingers curled a little tighter around Wade's hand. His mouth was dry, and his throat hurt from all the screaming. Peter needed a drink.

The spider hadn't realized how loud he was until they left the men's room, his pale cheeks a dark shade of red. The same red that desperate women wore to be noticed by unloving husbands. Wade picked Spider-Man up, and rested his small body on his hips. The difference between their height was so drastically different that not a single sole would suspect that Spider-Man could really lift an entire building.

His grip on the Arachnid was so tight, so possessive that the other mercenaries made sure to look away. Every one knew Peter was Wade's; and the Anti-Hero was thriving at the thought.

Weasel had a disapproving but proud expression on his face, he still couldn't understand how someone so beautiful could be with Wade. But, so was Vanessa, beautiful and madly in love with his odd looking friend. Did Wade have a super-penis?

The mercenary sunk down on the barstool, Peter sat in his lap. This time his eyes never left his little Spider, hands grasping at the boys hips. Peter had caught his attention.

It was their little piece of heaven before they had to discuss what Tony had said. Where Wade would ask Peter if this was what he really wanted, if his love really wanted to waste his life on..this.

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" Peter?" Wade whispered as soon as he sat his baby on the bed, the bed their temporarily shared at the mansion. " Can we talk?"

Peter nodded, and slowly laid down, brown eyes staring lovingly up at him. His hand reached up to trace the leather mask, but his wrsit was caught by Wade's grip. The spider cautiously pushed himself back up, finger traveling up his own mask to pull it from his angelic features.

The terror in Pete's eyes caused the Marc's heart to crumble, and he pried his own mask off.

" Do you want me? This." Wade hummed, blue eyes staring down at the boy.

" Of course I do! How many times do I have to tell you that..?"

" I mean forever. for the rest of your life, are you sure? " Wade was paving now, his thoughts running faster then his mouth could. " Do you really want to waste tour time on me..?"

" Waste my time?" The spider stared, his gaze stating solid while his lovers shifted nervously.

" The boxes and I were thinking-"

" I told you not to listen to them, they don't know what I want." Peter was quick to shut any thought that the boxes were a credible source down, and he slowly met Wade in the middle of a pace.

" Your dad is right, you know? I'm a bad person. I kill people, without remorse, and then I take money for their bodies and Petey.."

Wade was cut off by the boys features, the sun cast a perfect ray across his soft face. The light drew his attention to perfect lips, freckles splattered like honeydew across his cheeks, and beautiful caramel eyes. How could he leave this? How could he let this man go? Gloved hands slowly trailed up Peter's wrist, and to his neck. A breath escaped him, and he closed his eyes.

" I'm a bad person.."

" No you aren't! You know who a bad person is, Wade?" Peter shivered at the touch, a harsh feeling rolling down his spine. The small boy took in a deep breath, eyes meeting the ceiling. " A bad person doesn't give second chances, a bad person judges someone by the past and by the way they look.."

" Bad people, kill other people Peter." Wade's voice dropped to a low, dangerous tone. The pain resided deep in his blue orbs, terror as he watched his lover closely.

" Only bad people. You only kill bad people." Peter's hands met the man's chest, as he slowly pushed himself in between the small gap.

" Peter.." The larger man whispered, his thumb rubbing over the boys jawline, fingers hooked gently around his neck. " Oh Petey-Pie.."

Wade's voice held something that the Arachnid had never picked up on before. The new tone caused the hairs on his neck to spike up, and him to draw even closer. His voive didn't hold remorse, it was the sign that Wade was about to confess.

" What did you do..?" Peter let the words roll from his tongue half heartily, a tear forcing itself past his waterline. He didn't want to know, not really.

Wade didn't answer, the silence turned Peter's stomach, and forced his lips to shake. He tried to keep a strong stance; but he wanted more then anything to pretend this wasn't happening and to bury himself deep in Wade's soul.

" I said.." Peter started, cursing the way his voice broke. " I said, What did you do..?"

" I killed Flash."

" What..?"

" I killed Flash Thompson.."

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