50 Shades of Wade

"Hey, Spidey!" Peter felt an arm drape around his shoulder, and he let out an irritated noise. When Deadpool hit on him at first, it was funny, and they actually became pretty good friends.

That was, until, his dads began to suspect that they liked each other, despite Peter trying to make it very clear to them that he DID NOT share the same feelings.

FLASHBACK

Peter walked into Stark Tower, taking his mask off. (Yes, his parents knew about him being Spiderman already. That wasn't a fun conversation either…WE'LL GET TO THAT LATER!)

He raised an eyebrow in suspicion when he found his two dads, Tony and Steve, with serious expressions on their face. Like, that was totally normal for Steve and all, but Tony was usually the laid back one.

"Um.." Was all the brunette could manage to utter.

"Peter. Sit down." Steve's tone was cold and stern. Peter reluctantly complied, lowering his head. Honestly, what had he done this time?

"We know about you and Deadpool." Tony said with a growl. "You know, Wilson is a bad influence and we don't want you two datin—"

Peter nearly spit out the gum he was chewing on.

"WHAT?! POPS, WE DO NOT LIKE EACH OTHER."

Now it was Tony and Steve's turns to be surprised, but it quickly faded, as if they didn't believe him.

"Pete, we see the way he looks at you." Steve stated, folding his arms across his chest.

Color flooded into Peter's face. Oh god. Deadpool didn't actually like him, did he? It was just jokes, yeah, totally..

"W-Well, um, maybe he likes me but I don't like him back, I swear, okay? Him and me aren't going to happen. Honestly, Dad, Pops, please believe me."

"Alright, we trust you. But we don't want you near him, or leading him on." Steve finally said after a long pause, and earned a smack from Tony on the back of his head. They had argued later that night that Peter could be lying and that, just look at him, he was obviously gay! (Peter's mind: rly)

END FLASHBACK

"Deadpool, I'm trying to patrol." Peter shook his arm off his shoulder, and Deadpool made a pout with quite large puppy dog eyes that were almost visible through his mask.

"Well then why don't I just tag along, sweetums?" Deadpool whispered into his ear with a husky voice.

Color flooded into the brunette's face, and he was grateful that the mask hid that. His parents' words echoed into his mind. He couldn't be with Deadpool…even as friends…they'd suspect too much.

"Wade, you can't come with me. You'd probably kill someone or give another old lady a heart attack." He was hoping using his real name might persuade him better.

But, of course, Deadpool followed him anyways.

"Hey, Spidey, after this wanna go grab some tacos? It'll be fuuuuuun~" Deadpool was riding on top of his back due to him not being able to swing around as fast as Peter, and it just made it all the more awkward.

Every sound Deadpool—no, Wade— made tickled his neck due to them being so close. And Peter, definitely, totally, was not enjoying this!

"I'll only get tacos with you if you promise to stop going on patrol with me.

"Aww, but Spidey—"

"I'm going to make you stop going on patrol with me anyways."

"Deal."

After a very, _very_ long night of patrolling the city, they sat inside some rundown taco place. (Wade wasn't allowed in Taco Bell anymore. Shocker. Well, at least in this place they didn't get stares for being in full costume. Mostly because no one else was there. Another shocker.)

"These are surprisingly good.." Peter noted. And he was right. Despite the horrible decor and the wallpaper slowly being peeled down, these had to be the best tacos he had ever had. And Wade was already on his 15th.

"You're going to turn into a taco."

"That would be awesome!"

Peter heaved a sigh. "I need to get going, I have work tomorrow. And not the good kind. He had to work at the Daily Bugle tomorrow, and as much as he enjoyed the actual work, he hated Jameson. A LOT.

"Aw, you're leaving already? We didn't even get to my apartment and do the fun stuff—"

"This was NOT a date, and we are NOT doing it." Peter replied flatly, exiting the building and beginning to swing back to Stark Tower. Tony was already in bed, shocker, but Steve was in the living room watching TV.

"Welcome back. What kept you out so late?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Just some muggers." Peter lied, ripping off his mask and shaking his head to get some of the sweat off of his face and hear. He didn't want Steve to suspect that Wade and him were a thing. Because they definitely were NOT!

"You don't look beaten up."

"Well, going to bed now, bye!" Peter bolted to his room.

"Hey, Peter, wai—" But he was already gone. Steve sighed, deciding it was time for him to sleep as well.

Peter was walking home from work, adjusting his glasses and biting his lip. He dearly hoped he wouldn't run into anyone—not because he was antisocial, but because he didn't want to draw attention to himself. He didn't know why he was so paranoid; no one really knew his identity except his parents. Heaving a heavy sigh, he continued walking…until he was grabbed by his arm and dragged into a nearby ally.

"….!" Peter yelped, but it was muffled. He looked around at his captors. Three of them, all armed.

"Just give us your money, and we'll be on our way, pretty boy.." One of them, who he suspected was the leader, said.

"I don't have any, I swear—" It was true. He usually didn't carry around money loosely, and refused to bring along any of his filthy rich parents' cash.

"Why don't you pay us another way, then?" One of the guys trailed the tip of his knife down Peter's neck, causing him to let out a strangled noise and flinch.

"Why don't you leave the cutie with the nice ass alone before I shoot you in the ass with one'a these?" Peter looked up to see Deadpool, aka Wade, and his eyes widened. Dammit. This was exactly the person he didn't want to see. He didn't want him to know his secret identity, and he didn't want to spend time with him. It made him feel…weird. Deadpool twirled one of his guns with a smirk visible through his mask.

"Is that…Deadpool?" All of the muggers breathed.

"So, you've heard of me. Great. You can die a nice death then—"

"Don't kill them!" Peter yelped in reply. Deadpool frowned, releasing them and they all bolted off.

"You're lucky you're cute." He growled huskily, approaching Peter who was still on the ground.

"I um, I gotta go home—" Peter began to scramble away but the older man pinned him down.

"You're not going anywhere." This was not like Wade at all. Instead of his usual joking around, his voice was cold and coated with bloodlust…or maybe just lust.

Peter could've easily used his super-strength, but his body wouldn't move. Why….why?!

Wade leaned down, rolling up his mask and kissing his neck with chapped and scarred lips. What the hell…DEADPOOL WAS RAPING HIM?! (Whispers peter its not rape if u like it ;))

(OK SO QUICK AUTHOR NOTE. I KNOW WADE PROBABLY WOULDN'T RAPE PETER BUT YOU KNOW I HAD THIS GREAT IDEA OK SO DON'T JUDGE)

"Please…stop…" Peter gasped as Wade slipped a gloved hand under his shirt, twisting a now-hardened nipple.

The older man's lip curled into a smirk. "If you want me to stop, call out~" But the brunette went immediately went silent as soon as Wade wrapped a hand around his now-throbbing erection. "That's what I thought." He whispered, amused.