Delving into the spideypool fanfiction, been my main OTP for years now but never wrote a fic! It is now time to correct that.
This story has already been published on my Archive of our own account (where all the mature x-rated chapters will be posted to) under my other pseudonym LoLottie. Link to that account is in my bio.
ONWARDS TO THE STORY!

"When I'm around you I can't think straight."
Pupils blew wide, scrutinising the scene in front of him for any sign of recognition...palms began to sweat profusely as they were rested anxiously on jittery legs, unable to keep still even for a second in the face of such a magically life changing moment.
'This was it...'
He thought, licking his suddenly dry lips in apprehension.
'I mean how could I get more obvious?'
Peter leaned forward, crossing his legs and resisting the urge to bounce up and down in his excitement.

'Surely Wade will pick up on that line?'
Alas the young man's glee was short lived as an obnoxiously loud sigh broke his internal victory party.
"You too?! Everyone says that! It's always 'get out Deadpool, can't think straight and I have to concentrate' or 'Shut up, can't think straight with you around'..."
Peter felt his eyes grow wider in disbelief and, to his own annoyance, felt his bottom lip begin to quiver...he'd been so sure that one would work! He started to blink rapidly to get rid of the sudden dust that had managed to get into his eyes...under the mask...they weren't repressed tears of failure...not at all and shoved the rest of his sandwich ungracefully into his mouth.

Chewing aggressively to stave off that weird new lip twitch he'd just developed, he watched the now irate Merc wave the remains of his lunch around as he gestured wildly at Spiderman, who was trying and failing to get that darn dust out of his eyes through sheer willpower.
"Stark said the same thing! Wasn't as if I knew he need to concentrate on the damn stupid bomb thing...thought he was meant to be like, a multi-tasking super genius AND another thing!..."
Peter slouched miserably, huddling further into the little shelter Deadpool had made to protect them from the bleak weather...or rather made to protect him from the thunderous rain.
'You're so tiny baby boy, you'll catch fume-onia or something out here, let me keep you warm sweet cheeks.'
Instead of being warmed up in the way he had so desperately wanted, Deadpool had pulled a large roll of tarpaulin from seemingly know where and proceeded to string it up to some poles he'd found on the roof...complete with a buttload of warm fuzzy blankets...the young man had learned long ago to stop questioning the Merc about his Mary Poppins style pockets. It normally ended up with a patronising pat on the head and a 'I'll tell you when you're a big boy.'

Glancing over at the still ranting man he was slightly amused to see he was still eating his food, albeit with bits of it flying everywhere whilst he whined. He sighed mournfully...then again as he dreamily watched Deadpool's muscles ripple under the skin tight spandex that left nothing to the imagination. Suddenly he felt annoyance flare threw him.

'How dare he rant at me when I've been flirting with him for months?! It's not my fault he's so god damn oblivious!'
He'd tried everything! EVERYTHING!

Peter glared venomously at his red and black counterpart, who froze instantly at the weight of the stare. Hand frozen and mouth gaping open almost comically in mid bite of his lunch.

Audibly gulping the Merc stopped raving to cast an uneasy glance at the smaller man.

"Everything all right spidey baby?"

Peter could feel his eye beginning to twitch uncontrollably underneath his mask and ground out.

"Everything's fine."

Taking a deep breath he smirked, a small flare of hope bursting in him once again. Maybe his friend would get it this time?
Changing his voice into what was hopefully a flirty and seductive tone he purred.

"Anyway, I've got the buns, do you have the hot dog?"

Deadpool eyed his lunch suspiciously before turning to face Peter fully, tilting his head like a confused puppy he said.

"It's right here...and it already has a bun...thanks though."

Never before in his life had Spider-Man felt the urge to cry as much as he did right in that moment.