Little Do You Know-Spideypool

Chapter Two

*none of this story got beta'd, so pls help meee*

The next day, because none of you bitches/sones of bitches/nonconforming bitches/multi bitches don't want to hear me describe Spidey and his baes sleeping patterns. LOL JK they don't sleep*

Peter POV

"Parker!" My boss shouts. "In my office!"
"Yes, sir?" I sit, but his secretary shakes her head, so I stand again quickly.
"I have another assignment for you." He opens a filing cabinet and starts to search through. "I was hesitant to give you this job, but I can tell that you're up to the task, based on the recent pictures of the attack on Stark Enterprises."
"Thank goodness for Spiderman." I say, and I revive only a grunt in response.
He hands me a photo from a file. "This is the best picture we have of Wade Wilson without his mask. Think you can get us a better one?"
"Wouldn't that help the police to find him?" I'm immediately concerned for my friend.
"Since his little fling with Spider-bitch-"
"I'm sorry, fling?" I'm confused.
"Well obviously something is happening between those two." Little does he know... "He's got some sorta diplomatic immunity now that he's got red and blue watching his back. So nuthin we say 'll hurt 'I'm, capisce?"
"Um-"
"Look, Peter." His assistant steps forward. "We're reporters. It's our job to know everything about our employees. Therefore, we know that you have a date with Mr. Wilson this evening."
"Why do you know that?" I cry, blushing.
"We need to know that what you're doing in your private time isn't doing more harm than good. So we bugged your sweater. We saw everything."
I collapse into a chair, despite my coworkers' warnings. "If you have that recording, why don't you just take a still from that for whatever story you're doing?" I ask.
"Because then he would think that was why you were nice to him. It's better if we get his consent for the photo."
"Fine. Whatever, just-" I point at my boss. "No more bugging me."
"Fine. I don't need to see all of your meet-cutes anyway, Spider-Man."
I freeze on my way out the door. "Sorry? I don't understand?" I've gotten to be a pretty good actor, after years of lying to everyone around me. "I'm not Spiderman."
"When you took off your sweater to put on your suit, you left it in the bed. So now, you'll do any job I tell ya, or ya have no job, and the whole world will know your name, instead just the three of us."
"Fine." I hiss without turning around. "I'll get you your stupid picture."

Wade POV, about 7pm
I hear I tap at my window, which is odd. I don't expect Spidey until at least 830. I go to open it and see my Spandex-clad friend crouched in my window sill.
"You're early, webs!" I told him as I slid up the glass. "Excited to see me?"
"Actually, I was just dropping by to tell you that I wont be on patrol tonight." His voice shakes a little halfway through, but I can't see his face to tell if he's nervous.
"Why not?" I ask curiously.
"I have a-" he swallows loudly. "-date."
"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?" I fall backwards on my bed as I feel my heart break. "With who?"
"Just some guy I met. He's really sweet, and funny." He sees how disappointed I am, and quickly adds, "Kinda like you. Actually, he's a lot like you."
"What happened to that girlfriend you were talking about?" She used to be his main excuse for not dating me.
"She recently came out as a lesbian while on a date with me." He admits awkwardly.
"Harsh..." I shake my head.
Why do we care if Spider boy has a date? It's not like patrols with us were his main priority.
Besides, we have a date tonight too. With a boy whose face we can see.
Those, he isn't much to look at, is he?
"Yes he is."
Nah.
He's no Tony Stark!
"For your information, he is-" I remember that Peter is still here. "Heh." I rub the back of my neck. "Sorry."
"Boxes?" He asks gently.
"Yeah, like always." I roll my eyes. "Listen, it's been real, and it's been fun, but I have a date too, and I really can't be late."
"You have a date?" He asks over his shoulder as I push him out the door. "With who?"
"Just your little pall Peter Parker." I inform him and I push him a little too hard out the window.
"You have a date with my photographer?" He leans forward with his arms crossed. "Wade, is this some sort of coping mechanism?"
"What?"
"Because I rejected you! I saw how hurt you were!" He throws his hands up.
"No, no, it's not like...that..." I clear my throat as he frowns.
You can't see him frown, he has a mask on.
Obviously he's pathetically obsessed to the point where he can tell what face he's making by the movement under his mask.
Ohhh.
"I met Peter for the first time yesterday. Besides what you told me about him, I didn't really know he existed." Spidey rocks on his heels impatiently, so I try to hurry. "I was kinda messed up after the attack on Tony's tower yesterday, and I bumped into him-literally-at the convenience store down the street. He was upset that my wounds weren't clean, so he forced me to bring him back to my place so that he could clean them. He refused to take money as a thank you, and he had been pretty chill about my flirting, so I offered to buy him dinner, and he-" I laugh a little. "-he actually said yes."
"Oh." Is all I get in response.
"And he's really nice, webs!" I insist. "I can see why you hang out with him. He's caring, and smart, and kind, and flirty and attractive..."
"And 22." Spidey informs me. "And a med student at NYU Med."
'Doctors are hot, and according to Chris Pratt, being that I am 33, he is the perfect age for it not to be weird."
"Doctors don't always look like they do on Grey's Anatomy, or Scrubs, or-or-"
"Why can't you just be happy that I'm going out instead of wallowing in self pity or whatever I would be doing if I didn't have a date?" I say, a little louder than I mean to. "Why are you angry?"
"I'm not mad!" He yells back, which is a little ironic to me. "I'm just trying to warn you that he might not be as perfect as he seems!"
"I don't care about perfection." I snarl. I've never been upset with Spidey before. Why am I so protective of Peter? "Look at me, Webs! Do you think I care about perfection?" I straighten my tie.
"I just want you to be happy." He whispers, backing up to the railing of my balcony.
I sigh. How did we get here? "Webs, I-" But he's gone, swinging away to this adorable, sweet guy he's on a date with.
He probably doesn't even have a date.
He probably just wants to get away from you.
Once Peter gets to know you, he'll run too.
"No he won't. Peter is different." I insist, but the boxes won't listen, so instead, I put some pants on and head to the restaurant.