It's midnight, so what am I gonna do? WRITE SPIDEYPOOL DRABBLES OF COURSE.
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING.
"Amazing isn't it?"
Peter and Wade stood side by side on the roof of an old abandoned building in New York, marveling at the sight in front of them. The site being a billboard, with a picture of Spiderman on it. Originally, the board read TAKE DOWN CITY MEANUS! DOWN WITH SPIDERMAN!. But somebody had painted over it, leaving just the photo, and added, CITY HERO, THANK YOU SPIDERMAN.
Peter turned to Wade. "And you swear you didn't do this?" He asked, crossing his arms.
Wade held up his hands, and Peter could see his smirk through his trademark mask. "I swear, all I did was show it to you. Cross my heart Petey." He made a cross over his heart.
Peter raised an eyebrow, mask removed so Wade could see his face. Wade rolled his eyes. "Fiiiine. Cross my crotch. I care more about that anyway." He made the same crossing motion over his crotch area, before throwing his arm around Peter's shoulder and dragging him so they both sat on the edge of the building, legs swinging off the side.
Peter sighed, and leaned his head on Wade's shoulder. "You're such an idiot sometimes. You know that?"
"Of course I know that!" Wade replied brightly. "But I'm your idiot." He pulled up his mask slightly and kissed the top of Peter's head. "My boy's famous! I think I'm gonna cry." Wade wiped away fake tears and pretended to sob into his hand pistol. "Soon you'll leave, gone forever to the world of the higher ups."
"Hey." Peter lifted his head and put his hands on Wade's shoulders. "I'm not going anywhere, unless I'm dragging you there too."
Wade smiled, and pulled Peter back into him. "That's what I wanted to hear."
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