𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄: 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅

83; Oops?

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Peter's hand slipped into his lovers, smiling up at him lovingly. Fridays were date nights, and Pete had no idea where they were going. He allowed himself to follow the much larger man blindly, like an overly loyal puppy. Wade's eyes slipped down at his eager boyfriend, squeezing at his small hand.

The mercenary leaned down to press a kiss against his head, loose curls bouncing in front of his face. Everyone stared as they passed by because Peter was the prettiest boy in the world, and he was being loved on by a literal fucking monster. The way the small boy looked up at him almost made him forget all the other eyes because, all of these people and Pete was looking at him.

Wade knew exactly where they were going, it was a fancy place, he had to call ahead. They were both way under-dressed but he didn't really care. They would probably end up fucking in the bathroom and stealing some bread, but he wanted his love to know how much he cared.

" Wade..?" Peter's brows furrowed as he turned to tug them into the restaurant, everyone inside was wearing a nice suit. This was a place his dad went frequently.

" I wanted to do something nice, we always go out for tacos. I wanted to treat you." He smiled softly, cupping his soft cheek. Wade's eyes were so loving, so excited.

" I like tacos," Peter giggled. Tacos were always enough for him, as long as he was with the merc. " And I love you."

They had been together for a year now, and Wade still needed reassurance. Peter didn't mind it, he liked saying 'I love yous' to his everything. He stood onto the tips of his toes, wrapping his arms around the males neck to softly connect their lips. Soft fingertips rubbed circles into the back of his neck, smiling as he pulled away.

Wade rubbed his sides, pecking his lips once again before guiding him into the resteraunt. The hostess stared at them with furrowed brows, she was ready to tell them to leave. She stared at Wade for a long time, her face slipping into pity. No matter where he went he got THAT look, always mixed with disgust. That is, except for Peter and May.

" We have a reservation, ma'am. It's under the name Wilson." Wade offered a soft smile regardless of the look that boiled his blood, and sent cascading waves through his stomach. His hand tightened around Pete's hand, biting his bottom lip.

" Mr.Wilson, I'm afraid we have a dress code here," her face screwed into a forced smile. She swallowed hard, watching him closely. He did nothing to provoke her, she was just focused deeply on his scars.

" Is there anyway you could put us somewhere toward the back? It's our anniversary, and my dad, Tony Stark recommended it to me." Peter hummed,he didn't play the dad card often, but this seemed important to Wade.

" It must be an interesting night with the Starks'! Your dad is here too, we can place you near him if you'd like?" 

" No thank you," He forced a smile. The arachnid swallowed hard, giving his loves hand a soft squeeze. " I wouldn't want to impose."

" Of course, right this way!"

The couple followed her to back of the restaurant, passing Tony and Steve sent a shiver down his spine. She placed down two menus and the two got seated. Peter's caramel eyes sparkled under this light, the soft smile on pink lips had to be based off of a piece of artwork. He still couldn't believe this angel was real..

Their hands met from across the table, fingers interlocking. The pad of his thumb slipped along scarred flesh, rubbing soothing circles. Wade's hand was so much bigger, so warm. The icy feel of his fingertips caused the merc to shiver, his heart eyes never halting.

Peter hated that he was across the table, his leg leg brushing against his to get a little more contact. Wade reached over to brush a loose curl out of his face, guiding the glasses up the bridge of the boys nose. He was so cute. They were way too busy staring into each others eyes to notice the waiter, who coughed in order to snap them out of it.

" What would you two like to order this evening?"

Wade opened his mouth, but Peter shook his head. He knew his love was about to ask for tacos at a fancy sushi restaurant. He looked up at the man, ordering for them. Something Wade always did at their favorite mom and pop Mexican restaurant.

" Thank you!" Wade called to him, turning his attention back to his cutie pie. " Why couldn't I order tacos?"

" This is a sushi restaurant. babe." He giggled a wide smile on his lips. The soft 'oh' that left his lips was one of the cutest things he had ever seen. Pete had been here enough he knew exactly what he liked off of the menu.

Normally his dads didn't go somewhere fancy unless they had to for work. But he remembered Steve was starting to feel undervalued, like Tony wasn't putting in any effort. Their marriage was slowly withering, and even thinking of it caused him to suffocate.

Wade could see something was wrong, sending a soft squeeze to his hand and a worried look. The arachnid didn't talk about his parents in front of his love because they didn't accept him. Even though he hadn't talked to his father in months there was no question that he loved him more then anything, and seeing everything fall apart like this..

You always want your parents to be the one for each other. You want their love to be like something out of a storybook, and it had been that way for them for a long time. But, he could feel it all falling apart. He could see the love fading from their eyes and he didn't realize until now that his eyes were spilling with tears. 

He sucked in a shaky breath, told Wade he's be back and bolted into the bathroom. His pink lips were rumbling, heart sputtering rapidly. Peter had gotten so upset just thinking about it and he had no clue how he's respond when it truly happened. 

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