𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄: 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅

64; truth

-'🕸 " What..?"

" I killed Flash Thompson.."

The words sent a shock down his small body, enough for his heart to burn, and his stomach to swallow itself. Slowly, very slowly he let the words sink in. The New truth wrapped around him like a cobra, tightening around his body to crush him. A flame deep in his stomach leaving third degree burns on the inside.

The rough patch in the back of his throat burned when he swallowed a gulp of air. Peter hated this feeling, despised Wade for making him want to leave. A glint of terror was held in his kind brown eyes, and he allowed his head to momentarily drop against Wade's chest.

Deadpool's arms wrapped around his little boy, holding onto him for dear life. This was the calm before the storm, the quiet moments before Peter erupted like an active volcano, lava suffocating their relationship like a fragile flower. Wade couldn't blame the boy, this was all his fault. He shouldn't have killed Flash, and he should have told Peter earlier.

" I'm.." The spider trailed off, slowly sliding to sit down on the edge of the mattress. Small hands stayed glued to the leather suit, watching as the man followed his movements. " lay with me for awhile?"

" okay.."

Wade slowly crawled onto their small, four poster bed, watching closely as his baby boy laid down beside him.  He was cautious as he wrapped his large arms around Peter's small waist, pressing his forehead against the back of his neck. Holding Pete felt different now, it was like picking a butterfly up by its delicate wings, knowing that the oils on its fingers could damage the thin tissue.

It was so quiet. The silence felt like a knife, plunging itself repeatedly under already irritated skin. He was silently begging for Peter to say something, anything. The Anti-Hero- no. He couldn't call himself that. He wasn't a hero, he was a villain and this was his fault. Peter was going to leave because that was the thread that was going to unravel their relationship, and he was tugging on it carelessly.

This was all his fault.

[ He's going to leave you, us. And then we're going to do what we should be done months ago, before we met Peter.]

[ If Peter leaves us then we might just have to do what you're suggesting..]

[ Swallowing bullets is all we're good for. It's time we put it to use.]

[ I don't want to live without him..]

Peter slowly turned onto his side, so he was face to face with the large man. Slowly he inched closer, catching Wade's scarred lips onto a weak kiss. His lips moved cautiously, the pace dangerously slow, as he pressed his hand on the back of his scarred head.

As the spider pulled away, and all that could ring through his mind was the constant whisper of " no ". Losing this contact meant it was about to happen; he was about to leave his angel.

Say something, anything..Tell me you love me, tell me I'm a fool, say something. Wade was screaming from inside his head, blue orbs following Peter closely.

" Tell me it's not true.."

Anything but that.

" Tell me this isn't real, that I was dreaming and I need to go back to sleep.." His voice was so quiet, so weak as he clutched the man closer.

" I can't tell you that."

" Why not?"

" Because I swore I would never lie to you." Wade whispered, a calloused fingertip slipped inside the rose gold ring around his neck. " I promised you the truth.."

" You also promised me your life." Peter retaliated, his small fingers wrapping limply around his wrist.

" that's still on the table, unless you don't want it?" He reached up, hands loosing themselves inside the wild mess of hair.

" Just, let me have a little while to think?" Peter submitted hesitantly against the touch, eyes glued shut.

" Okay.."

" I'm going to go-"

" No. You're safe here. " Wade shut the train of thought down, eyes going wide. " I'll go back to the city, and wait for you.."

" Wade?"

" Yes?"

" Stay until the morning?" Peter whispered, a tear rolling down those perfect features that caught Wade staring admiringly. " Please."

Wade was silent, as he buried his face into Peter's chest. They laid there quietly, until the youngest male was passed out in large arms.

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Peter turned in the bed, an odd feeling lodged in his stomach. Soft fingers searched for Wade, quietly praying he was still there. He never met his lovers warm skin, causing his heart to leap from his chest, and drown in his stomach.

Hesitantly he allowed long lashes to flutter open, and a cry escaped the back of his throat. Very slowly he pushed his body up, allowing the sheets to cling to his warm skin. Brown eyes scattered along the room, searching for Wade.

He was gone.

" Wade?" He called out desperately, slipping out of bed to tip-toe down the long hallway. " baby..?"

The throbbing that ran through his body was a mix of shock and terror. It took him a long time to register what had happened; Wade left him after his confession. Peter paused, allowing the realization to soak in. He needed time to think and he knew he couldn't think with Wade there but he want him here. He wanted him here no matter how toxic, how pathetic it sounded. He loved Wade and he wanted him back here.

Peter felt the picture in his head that his lover painted of their boys and their cozy little life draw further away. One by one the boys disappeared, vanishing from his grasp. Loki, Steve, George. Their faces were so prominent, the picture so real weeks ago but now? Now they were a blur, nothing but pixels.

He felt his throat close up, and his lungs to tighten around the puffs of oxygen. Peter released a loud cry, his legs shaking a harsh and drastic pace. The world became a blur around him, and he cried out one last pained yelp: " Wade."

No answer. Nothing. No one to meet him after his body fell to the floor. He didnt mean it; he didn't want Wade gone.

Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back.

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//So Wattpad is posting everything twice??? But I don't know how to fix it?? Sorry.