Little Do You Know-Spideypool

Chapter Five

*sry if this ones a lil short*

Baby Peter's POV

I've been home for maybe 20 minutes when I hear a knock at the door.
"Coming!" I call, quickly shoving my suit under my mattress, piling the dishes in the sink and pulling webs off the walls.
The person knocks again.
"Just a second!" I leap onto the ceiling to wipe up some blood and web from when Doc Oc paid me a visit.
"Peter, it's me." Wade Willson's familiar voice is muffled through my front door.
"Wade?" I ask, dropping to the floor with a soft thud. "Why are you using the door?" I had expected him to come in the window.
I pull the door open and he brushes past me into my living room, running his hands through his hair.
"Is...Everything...ok?" I ask carefully, because sometimes he just needs someone to witness his suicde if he gets in a mood. Someone to clean up his mess. As much as it hurts to see him blow his brains out,  I understand. I think... "I'm sorry I left you with the press. Were they that much of a hassle?"
He's silent for a second, not turning to face me.
"Wad-"
"Why didn't you tell me about the photo?"
"What?" And then I remembered that Mr. Jamestown was going to send Sydney to the next scene where Deadpool and Spiderman showed up together. That Sydney had to take Wade's picture. "Oh."
"If you had told me what happened, I would have let you take my picture." He looks at me now. "Now Jamestown is going to put your identity on the front page of every paper in New York."
"It's just a tabloid paper, Wade. No one will believe-"
They've believed him before!" He shouts, throwing his hands up. "Every stupid goddamn thing that comes out of James Jamestown's mouth is immediately accepted as truth! Every fucking lie he ever told about you... He made your life hell, Peter! He made it so hard for you to be a good hero! And now he's going to make it impossible!"
"We'll go down tonight, then. Talk some sense into him." I insist, biting my lip nervously.
"I'd love to beat some sense into him-"
"No." I shake my head. "Violence isn't the answer here. He's not a villain, he's a person trying to live successfully in New York City. We have to cut him some slack, you know?" Wade just looks at me, pity and something I can't name flooding his eyes. "You can't tell me you wouldn't have done the same in his situation, Deadpool!" I emphasize his name, poking a finger at his chest.
"Not if I knew you at all! Peter, if everyone sees that you are Spiderman and Spiderman is you, you'll never be able to sleep or go out to eat or have friends or a boyfriend or-"
"Is that what you're worried about?" I laugh softly. "Wade, we just became a couple literally today. You think I'm going to end this because of some bad publicity?"
"Maybe." He admits. "I don't know. I just wish you told me."
"Well, in the future, I won't keep secrets, ok?" He nods and I notice that he's still in his suit. "Did you come right here from Stark Tower?" I cluck at him like a hen when he says yes.
"Go home and change, I'll meet you at the Buggle."
"Does that mean-" he starts hopefully, but I cut him off.
"No, hon, you will not be unaliving anyone tonight."
"Hon." He laments. "I think I like that one."