A/N: It may not seem like it but a lot of work went into this (which is why it's up after Christmas), and the depictions of Peter and Wade (both without powers) deviate from that they were intended to be their MCU and Fox-verse incarnations. They're basically ambiguous at this point. MJ, Ned and May are MCU; Harry and Gwen are MCU versions I made for another story (We Don't Need Another Hero/Version 2); Vanessa, Weasel, Ellie (Negasonic), Yukio and Piotr are Fox-verse, albeit all human teenagers. Links to face-claims are at the top of my profile.

"Wade?" Peter poked his head into his room. Aunt May had taken to Wade staying over, and the upperclassman, despite his generally inappropriate sense of humor, seemed to adopt May as a surrogate mother. "You up yet?"

A muffled groan came from under the covers. "Baby Boy? It's only six am!"

Peter rolled his eyes and pulled the blanket off, revealing the blond senior, clad only in a T-shirt and boxers. "It's eleven am and—"

"Fuck no! Morita said if I got another tardy, I'd be—" Peter placed a hand on the top of Wade's head. "It's not a school day, is it?" A head shake and Wade gave his boyfriend a pout.

"It's the first day of Christmas break. And you said we'd go shopping, remember?" Peter had Wade's gift. He just needed everyone else's. They'd been together for three months, ever since Wade rendered Flash unconscious for calling Peter "Penis Parker" across the cafeteria.

Wade was looking at him with a blank expression. "Petey? You okay? You look like you've wandered into the wrong story." Peter blinked a couple times and turned his attention back to Wade. "We're not still going to the ballet, are we?" The pout never faltered.

"Yes, we're going." Wade started to protest but Peter put a finger to his lips, which Wade took into his mouth. "Jackson's playing the Mouse King, remember?"

"Fitting for his size." Peter smacked his shoulder. "Ow!" He whined, clutching his arm.

Peter hopped off the bed. "Why I let you two within five feet of each other, I'll never know." Wade and Jackson seemed to live for antagonizing the other. Thinking about it now, it was probably better Wade didn't go. Peter knew there was something off about Jackson; he just didn't know what.

He stepped towards the door. "Put some pants on and get ready to go." He felt a blush coming on. If he didn't escape soon, Wade would tease him about it all day.

"Fine." Wade drew out the word and watched Peter and his fine ass leave the room. "Pants." He dug around Peter's laundry, scattered among the floor. Then a phone rang, and Wade couldn't help but roll his eyes. The Game of Thrones theme meant that pipsqueak Jackson. It wasn't that Wade didn't like the guy. He was just annoying, and it seemed like he wanted to get rid of Wade so he could go out with Peter.

"What do you want?" Wade's tone was cold as he answered.

"What are you doing answering Peter's phone?" Jackson's voice dropped once he realized it wasn't Peter. "I need to talk to him about tonight. If you say one word about my role, Wilson, I'll kick your ass."

Wade couldn't help but smirk. "Love to see you try. Peter's in the shower. I'm going to go join him." With that, he put the phone down, tugging his shirt over his head and heading for the bathroom.

Peter looked at Wade, annoyed. Jackson had emailed him a reserved seat but with a message: 'I know what I said, Pete, but no Wade tonight. He knows what he did. Bet he's happy he doesn't have to go now. See you at six.'

"I'm not even going to ask." He pocketed his phone and opened the front door. "Let's go."

"You're mad at me, aren't you?" Wade tapped his shoulder repeatedly. "Don't be mad. I didn't say anything he doesn't deserve." Peter glared at him. "Why are you friends with him?" It wasn't supposed to come out.

Peter stopped in his tracks and remained silent, save for his deep breath. "We're not going over this again. I don't like him like that, and all I want is for you two to get along." He relaxed slightly. "Get in the car."

The Uber ride was quiet. Peter just watched out the window while Wade picked at the seat. He loved Wade to death and they needed each other. Ever since Uncle Ben died, Peter had distanced himself from everyone. Wade told him about his less-than-desirable home life, with an abusive father who was either violently reacting or passed out in his chair.

"Petey?" The brunet glanced over to see Wade watching him expectantly. "I got you something already." He peeked at the driver, who seemed preoccupied, and pulled a small box from his red hoodie.

"Wade, that better not be a—" Wade referenced them getting married all the time but Peter, of course, never took it seriously.

"Nah, Petey. Not that. Just a promise." He opened it to reveal a chain, and popped open the locket. It was Peter's favorite picture from a photo booth on their first date. "This is gonna sound totally cheesy and the writer should be ashamed of himself..." He looked up at the roof. Peter ignored this; he was used to it, although he never understood what Wade was talking about. "I love you, Peter, and being with you makes life worth living."

Peter blinked back tears. Wade confided in him that he was on the brink of suicide when they met. He took the chain and put it on. "It's perfect. Just like you."

"Stop." Wade still wasn't used to compliments, even though he knew Peter meant them. He blushed a little and put his hood up.

Peter dug into his pocket and produced a very small wrapped gift. "Merry Christmas, Wade." He held it out.

The blond looked it over and carefully removed the paper. He gasped loudly, startling the driver. "You kept it?" His voice was hushed as he held up the Skee-ball token. "Petey—"

"Look at the engraving." Wade observed the minuscule writing closely. 'To Wade. I love you. You annoy me more than I ever thought possible, but I want to spend every irritating moment with you. Peter.'

Wade was ready to jump Peter when the car pulled up at the mall. "Okay, lovebirds. C'mon. I got another pickup." Peter tipped him a couple extra dollars, which earned him a smile. "Thanks, kid. Happy holidays."

"Thanks, Charlie." Peter got out, Wade behind him. "Ready?"

"Ready." Wade took his hand.

They both had lists. Peter needed to find gifts for Aunt May, Mr. Stark, Ned, MJ, Harry, Gwen and Jackson. Wade had Vanessa, Weasel, Ellie and Yukio, and Piotr, and he wanted to get something for May, since she was always so nice to him.

"Meet back here in an hour?" Peter kissed Wade's cheek and set off towards the LEGO Store. From his departure, he could hear Wade make that adorable squeal before his footsteps ran away. He shook his head fondly.

The internship he had with Tony Stark paid so well that Peter could afford to get his friends nice things. For Ned, he found a Star Wars Ultimate Millennium Falcon set. MJ, in an old bookstore, a first edition of Sophie's Choice. He recalled her talking about crossing off the Modern Library's 100 Best Novels. When it came to Harry, Peter found a flipbook to insert their old pictures. Gwen recently found an interest in DJ'ing, and Peter had seen her eyeing a setup. He was a little embarrassed when the guy at the counter ID'ed him for the amount he was spending.

He wasn't sure what Mr. Stark would even want. The genius was basically the father figure he needed since his uncle. Maybe a couple weeks of not correcting him all the time. Aunt May was insistent on not giving her anything materialistic, so Peter made a mental note to utilize what arts and crafts skills he did have and make her something.

Wade knew exactly what to get his friends. Ellie and Yukio got 'I'm hers. She's mine.' matching coffee mugs. Vanessa was his closest confidant, and whose knowledge of Star Wars is equal to Jackson's (Wade thought she knew more but he was biased). They got into spirited debates all the time, ones that usually ended with no one else knowing what they were talking about. He found a set of original Empire action figures.

He came across a store of outdated technology, and chose a Walkman for Piotr. The guy really liked antiques. Wade had tried to get him onto Spotify, to no avail. Weasel was probably his oldest friend, since fourth grade when they were both sentenced detention for giving Mr. Nicieza a hard time. It was in a ThinkGeek store, those long-distance touch lamps he'd seen in memes. Weas was so getting Africa tapped in the middle of the night.

Wade's mother left early on, leaving him in the neglectful care of his piece of shit father. He had trust issues with most female authority figures, at least until he met Peter's Aunt May. She was the kindest woman he ever met and she never showed him a sign of pity, the way most adults seemed to when his private life came up. He passed an Urban Outfitters and he saw it. Every time he woke up at Peter's, May had coffee with her. This mug was it.

"Find everything?" Peter carried a couple bags and a box tucked under his arm. He gave Wade a grin. The older boy looked like a little kid on Christmas morning with the packages he had.

Wade nodded. "Got it. It's gonna be amazing!" He took Peter's hand and squeezed it gently. "You?" Peter's grin grew. "Let's get home so I can change."

Jackson was at rehearsal all day. When he was cast, he devoted all of his free time to perfection, but he always made time for Peter. The junior was his only close friend. They met in Jackson's senior year, Peter's sophomore. He'd had a bit of a crush on the younger male but it was quickly swept under when Peter didn't return his affections. Now Jackson saw Peter as something of a younger brother, and that was why he didn't like Wade. He wasn't very fond of how the elder behaved around Peter, with his endless stream of innuendo and cracks about Jackson's short stature.

"Shanley!" He snapped to attention. "Didn't you hear me? Evacuate!"

"Wait, what, why?" The director pointed out the window and Jackson narrowly dodged a boomerang. "Holy shit!"

He could hear people gasping and ooh-ing, and he knew who it was. "Fucking Spider-Man," he grumbled before going out the back way, taking the stairs three at a time. He discarded his suit and pulled his mask on. He saw the red-and-black-suited hero. "Every goddamn time." He teleported onto a nearby balcony and found Spider-Man at his side. "You really don't like me, do you?"

"Doing my best to protect the city," was his response before swinging into action.

"I do it too, asshole!" Kid Psionic reappeared on the ground, firing an ice construct at the villain. "This one's mine!"