Little Do You Know-Spideypool

Chapter Six

*How are you? I'm not bad, thanks! What about your mom, did her book club finish that... what were they reading again?*

*at the Daily Buggle Office*
Peter's POV

"You look nice." I low, familiar voice sounds through the empty street. It doesn't even startle need any more.
"Way to make an entrance." I comment, turning to look him in the eyes. "You look good too."
We almost match, me in my flannel, unbuttoned over my bare chest, and his dress jacey over a black tank.
"Well gee, thanks!" His nervous laugh makes me smile. "Shall we?" He opens the door for me, bowing a bit and pretending to be all chivalrous.
"We shall." I play along, knowing I'm just as nervous as he is.
We head up the echoing steps, listening to our heartbeats and the clicks of our shoes.
"Are you wearing lifts?" He asks, examining my feet.
"Maybe." I admit. "I like being as tall as you."
"What size lift?" He continues.
"Half inch." He snorts with laughter. "What's so funny?"
"You're only like 5'5" without the shoes... baby, you're not even close to my height!"
"I mean, did you really want me to wear 9" heels just to be on your level?"
"Do you have 9" heels?" I smack the back of his head and we giggle, before coming to a stop in front of the production room. Weaving our way through in silence, we find a door with gold lettering.
"J. Jamestown: Editor in Chief." Wade reads aloud.
"Who are you and what do you want?" We spin to see Mr. Jamestown begins us with coffee and a box of donuts. "Peter?" He recognizes me immediately. "And... Wade Wilson?"
"I'd love to say it's nice to meet you, sir, but really, it's not."  Wade growls.
My ex-boss pushes past us. "I suppose you want to talk about tomorrow's headline?" He sits down and starts his snack(breakfast? Dinner? I've got no idea, it's like 2 am). "Any change is out of the question."
"Sir, the Buggle has recently become pro-Spiderman, correct?"
"What about it?" Bits of spit and chocolate glaze spray across the table.
"Uh, well-"
"If you publish his identity, he can't continue to be Spiderman." Wade knocks thendonut out of his hand. "If there is no Spiderman, there's no Buggle."
I'm worried that Jamestown is going to pick a fight, but he just sits back.
"I'm listening."
"Publish the story about us dating with the photo Sydney what's-his-name took of our victory kiss."
"Sydney Marcus, Peter's temp?" Jamestown laughs-no, he guffaws. "That son of a bitch cant take a decent picture to save his life!"
"But I can." I say, confusing them both. "I can take a good picture, I mean. We'll pose for a photo in front of my dads' house, I'll take it like I took all of the Spidey-pics. We put Sydney's name on the byline and no ones the wiser. You get a story, I stay Spiderman." I spread my hands. "Work for you?"
Wade stares at me like he's seeing me for the first time.
"That works just fine." Mr. Jamestown stutters,  looking surprised as well. "You seem different Peter, has being with Deadpool changed you so much?"
"I wish I could take credit, dude." Wade says, pressing his palm to the small of my back. "I really do, but this badass-ness is on him."
"I don't suppose you'll be wanting your job back?"
I'm caught off guard by the question. "Are you offering?" I ask.
"Hell no!" He stands with another ridiculous laugh and I feel Pool tense next to me. "You think I want to take that risk? He may not take a good picture, but he certainly works easier then you ever did."
It takes real effort not to crumple up like an old tissue and cry.
"Come on babe." My amazing boyfriend pulls me to my feet. "Let's go take some pictures."
"On my desk by 6 am, Peter Parker, or it's the end of Spiderman!"
What am I going to do?
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Wade's POV 'cause baby's been a little neglected...

We walk to Stark Tower instead of swinging, so we have more time to talk.
"I feel like an idiot. Or an asshole. I'm feeling like an idi-asshole-ot." Peter digs his nails into his scalp as we wander through the street.
"You're not one, you did something nice for me, and you lost your job. If anyone's to blame, it's me." I assure him, bumping into him gently. "You know that I'm not mad at you, and Jamestown doesn't matter anymore."
He doesn't respond.
"You were badass in that office you know." I remind him.
"I was acting on adrenaline." He excuses as we arrive in front of his dads place.
"What are you gonna do?" I ask softly.
"I can't tell my dads, they'd give me money and forbid me from being Spiderman and from seeing you and...ugh, I've only got a week in my apartment before I hit the streets. I guess I can stay with Ned..." he pulls his mask on then rolls it up, and I follow suit.
"Move in with me." The idea hits me suddenly.
"What?"
"It's not like I haven't got the room or anything." I snort. "And besides, we're dating now. It's my job as your top to take care of you!"
"And who told you that you'd top?" He asks mischievously.
"Alright, as your son, then." I roll my eyes even though he can't see. "The point is, I love you, and I want to take care of you."
"You love me?" He knots his fingers in the front of my suit.
"I thought we established this the day we met?" I joke, and Peter gives me a soft smile.
"I love you too, Wade..." he presses a soft kiss to my lips, faster gone then it arrived. "But you have to let me take care of you too. No more death room."
"Once a month?"
We cant do this!
Abort!
We are nothing withought failed spiced atempts!
We don't actually have a personality, we just embody depression. He'll get bored quick.
I ignore the boxes. "Deal. No more death room."
"Promise?"
"You'll be there every day to stop me if I try."
"And to clean you up if you succeed." He insists. "Which you won't. Not with me around, Mr."
"Oh, laying down the law?" I joke, gripping his waist and tugging my beautiful boyfriend against me.
"Shut up and give me a celebratory kiss, baby boy."
"Baby boy..." he hums with approval as he leans in, close enough for our breath to mingle. "I like that one."