Peter didn't think something as weird as this would ever happen. Here he was on top of a building, minding his own business, but suddenly had an urge to put on chapstick. So that's what he did. Then Wade fucking Wilson appears out of no where demanding Peters chapstick. He of course refused, saying it was his and his only. Wade, being the stubborn bastard he is, kept on asking for it with his hand out. Then that led to them wrestling for the tiny inch sized chapstick. At some point they rolled off the building and into the busy street, thus causing a ruckus. So now here they were, Peter and Wade fucking Wilson, wrestling over an inch sized chapstick, with a lot, and I mean a LOT, of people watching and snapping pictures, along with recording because they thought Spider-Man was beating up a Villan. "Wad- Deadpool! Let go of my chapstick!!" Peter screeched. "NO BABY BOI, ITS MINE NOW AND I NEED IT!!" Wade screeched back. "WADE, STOP IT!!" Peter repeated, tugging on the tiny chapstick even more. "NOOOOO~!" He yelled. Wade fucking Wilson is one stubborn son of a bitch. Peter and Wade were in the middle of playing tug of war with a chapstick when Iron Man and Captain America appeared out of no where. "PETEY ARE YOU OKAY!?" Steve yelled out, in a firm voice, which Tony laughed at because he still called him by his nickname. "POPS IM FINE I JUST NEED MY FUCKING CHAPSTICK!" Peter replied. Steve, slightly surprised, blinked. "Chapstick? And did you just curse Mister?" He lectured. "POPS, NOT RIGHT NOW!" He yelled back, slightly muffled since Wade rolled on top of him. Tony laughed— no, he basically lost it. This situation was too hilarious to not laugh. Eventually, Wade managed to get a better grip and yanked it out of Peters hands. "YESSS!~" He cheered. He quickly lifted his mask just above his nose and applied it, his cracked and scarred lips seeming to instantly soften a bit (as muchas cracked/scarredlipscanbe). Wade smiled and tossed Peter his chapstick back. "Here Baby Boi, hope you didn't mind." And he pecked Peter over both their masks after pulling his down and skipped away. Peter stared. Tony, after his laughing fit, looked Peter in the eyes. "Your burning that chapstick, you know that right?" And with that Peter lifted his own mask, and applied it.
"I'm not."