𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄: 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅

67; see me

-'🕸  Peter woke up with that same feeling, like he was going to be sick. His hand reached down, to grasp at his stomach, his eyes shutting tightly. The hunger pains were enough to have him contemplating leaving the bed. He wasn't starving himself, Peter ate as much as he could. The problem was, food made him gag and once his taste buds met any kind of food his stomach would stop its growling.

His long lashes opened to reveal caramel eyes, and slowly he pushed himself up into a sitting position. Peter took in one long breath, biting at his chapped lip.

His mind was in a constant debate; to eat or not to eat?

He knew he would eat if he had Wade's pancakes, his specialty. Uncle Thor's sad attempt at recreating the golden heaven stacked on a porcelain plate only made him miss his mercenary so much more.

Constantly he reminded himself that Wade killed Flash, that this was for the better. The longer he thought about it, the more he began to think that all this was so silly.

Peter's fingers met vibrant chestnut locks, strands curling delicately around his fingertips. He missed Wade's touch, the curious hands, one always in his hair. One small finger slipped through the rose gold ring attached on his chain, a sad smile erupting on chapped lips.

He sat there, for a long time. Long enough for days of sunshine to warm his back as he stared at his wall. The Arachnid let out a puff of breath, allowing the fingers to slip away from his soft locks.

Peter allowed his gaze to travel toward the vacant suit in the corner, biting his lip to keep from frowning. It wouldn't hurt to see Wade, especially because he had made his decision.

It didn't matter because as long as they were together, it didn't matter. Only Wade mattered, and he was a took to have thought something so trivial could've stood in between them.

Flash was dead, but maybe he was meant to be there. Some men are better in their grave. Right?

Flash had tormented Peter for years, before, during, and after their relationship. He had hurt the spider, degraded him.

Wade would never do that. His lover was so soft, so gentle with him. Everything about the Anti-Hero Pete secretly loved, even the way he cracked that shitty little grin when he knew he was right.

Peter never wanted to be away from The mercenary again. That was the love of his life, the man he wished to marry. He was everything.

Peter was cut of by a jolt of static running up his spine, and forcing short hairs on his neck up. Someone was here. The small pushed his body up, onto small feet. Curiously he sank out of his room, like an agile cat. Large lashes cracked wide open, his brown eyes searching for any sign of life.

When brown eyes were met with Nick Fury, he stumbled back, his breath hitching. Anxiety forced his lungs to tighten around short breath, he had assaulted that man.

He had assaulted that man for Wade. How was he any better?

" Peter," The S.H.I.E.L.D agent called out, drawing closer to the panicked boy.

With every step Fury made, the harder it got to breath. Peter choked out, grasping at his throat.

" Calm down, son."

Nick's voice rang through his ear, causing fear to strike his body. Every muscle in his body tensed as the agent grasped his arm. That dark brown, almost black eye stared up at him with an unreadable expression.

" Why are you here?" Pete whimpered out, cursing his the way he spoke. It was too shaky, not strong enough.

" To talk."

" To talk? About what?"

" About Wade Wilson." Nick Fury offered a smile, one that he tried hard not to make menacing.

" Okay.."

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Peter sat in front of the apartment building, the black stealth suit almost blending into the darkness that fell over the city. Brown eyes stared through the window to watch Wade closely, bottom lip caught in his teeth. Fury wanted him to make sure Wade was doing well, that he wasn't doing anything bad.

His sticky fingers allowed him to climb a little down the wall, to get closer. Wade was happily making pancakes in their-his kitchen.

A breath entered his lungs, he leaned closer. Slowly closer, to press his palm against the glass.

He watches closely, trying to swallow the awkwardness that bubbled deep inside. This was creepy, and he knew it.

" I have to go home, Wade." The spider whispered against the clear border between them.

With a quick movement, the boy disappeared, leaving the mercenary to move toward the window.

He could feel Peter's presence.

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//the next chapter will be longer! I promise.
THIS WAS NOT PROOF READ