𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄: 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅

73; hypothermic

//This might be v confusing, so I'll clarify. If you see Peter (not in a coma like state), it's his dream.

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Peter was squirming all morning, heating up for small amounts of time, only to drop back down to dangerous temperatures. The movement was something new, a sign that maybe he was just sleeping.

Wade never left his side, even as he waited around for the professor. Big blue eyes glued to the arachnid, swallowing a lump in his throat. The mercenary would cuddle up to Pete, in hope his body heat would warm him up. It never did.

He was desperate. Ready to do something stupid just to wake up his baby boy. Wade Wilson had an idea, a terrible, amazing, stupid idea. Slowly, he leaned down to press a kiss on Peter's temple, a frown on his lips.

" I'll be back before you know it, my love. Don't worry." Wade comes, going to his feet with a hum.

Deadpool searched for his suit, nonexistent brow cocked with a wide grin. He had broken into the sanctum before, he was sure he could do it again. The large man was certain he knew what, or who was behind this and it wouldn't be the first or last time he'd strike. Doctor Strange wouldn't like it, but Wade would pay him back with a taco later.

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Loki sat beside Peter Wade was nowhere to be found. All the god had was a note, that said he would be back soon. He sighed, running his fingers through Peter's wild curls, frowning sadly. Loki was trying to figure out how to contact Thor, he had disappeared to Hawaii with Bruce. They weren't picking up any calls.

All he could think of was calling strange, begging him to help. He had to help. Stephen, though there relationship was rocky, was his lifeline. Even if he wouldn't do anything for Loki, he would do it for Peter..

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The Arachnid giggled happily behind his churro, a large smile on his pink lips. Lips covered in cinnamon and powdered sugar. He watched as Wade sank down to capture him in a soft kiss, causing him to lean in.

They were sitting somewhere high, watching the sunset. He couldn't remember how they got there, or, even where they were. New York was nowhere In site, but Wade's scarred hand traveling up his back sent him out of his thoughts. Petey giggled, looking up to stare into his eyes. They were captivating.

Big brown eyes slipped down to his hands, empty. Where was his churro? Wade didn't seem to notice, scooping him closer, a small smile on his lips.

" You're so cold." Wade whispered against his ear, sending shivers down his spine. He curled a blanket around him, causing him to giggle. " here.."

Peter didn't have time to ask where he pulled the comforting cloth out of, but the action warmed his icy fingers. Fingers pushed his chestnut curls to the side, and he pushed needily into his touch.

" I'm always cold.."

" colder then usual."

The Anti-Hero looked at him with something odd, causing him to swallow. His expression was unreadable. Unreadable, completely blank. Peter felt his lungs tighten, making it almost impossible to suck oxygen in.

A sudden grasp at his throat caused him to cry out, vision blurring with tears. The spider blinked, and blinked, and blinked. It wasn't Wade's scarred face hovering over his. The hand clutching at his throat, sadistically cutting off air, wasn't Wade. The face was all too famiar. 

He wasn't crazy. Was he crazy?

" Doc-" Peter cried, nails digging into his hand. He choked for air legs trembling, and eyes filling with tears.

He didn't say a word as he inched closer, a possessive growl leaving him. It was animal-like, shoving his body into a temporary paralysis. Peter felt powerless. His cold body was growing tired, energy draining from his veins.

" WADE!" The small boy screamed out before the air forced everything to become a harsh static. " Wa-ww..Wade.."

The last thing he saw before the world turned black around him was a devilish smirk pointed toward his way. Peter let out one last cry, trying to pull his tired body from unwanted hands. It was happening all over again before he knew it.

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" All of these are the mater stages of hypothermia.." Strange frowned. He couldn't believe he wasn't called sooner, his eyes piercing into Loki's soul.

" What does that mean?" The Asguardian called, panic ensuing inside of him. He wouldn't go off the handle, he wouldn't crumble. " Is he okay?"

Stephen didn't answer, causing the frost giant to let out a choking sound. His eyes were filling with tears, it would have been less heartbreaking if he wasn't so pretty.. The blotches all over his pale face highlighted features that went unnoticed to Strange before.

" Don't do that.." Stephen whispered. He didn't dare leave Peter's side, knowing better then to get close. He would just run back to him. " I'm sure it'll be okay-"

" Don't say that." The God felt his lips shake, quickly standing to his feet. " You don't mean it.."

Strange stood up, keeping his calm. Every time tragedy hit, the other freaked while his counterpart stayed calm throughout the problem. He stayed where he was, far away. Stephen bit his bottom lip, he wouldn't speak before he knew exactly what to say.

The fear that his ex-love was manipulating wasn't far in his mind, but he couldn't see the God of Mischief like that.  He hesitated to go to Loki, wiping away his cold tears.

" I don't know if I can help him, but I'm going to try for him." The Doctor promised, keeping his distance even on their intimate moment.

Loki crumbled into his arms, all he could think of was Peter. Thor would kill him if he knew how poorly he had watched over the small boy. He felt the sorcerer's arms wrap around him, attempting to calm his love.

" Its okay.."

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