Warning: One night time of over drinking to suppress emotional hurt.
Important Note! Aunt May, Mary Jane, and many super heroes know that Peter Parker is Spider-man.
{Words in these brackets are to show that the more peppy yellow box in Deadpools mind is talking.}
[And this kind of bracket is to show that the more posh white box is talking.]
-Story Starts Here-
"It's really nice of you to treat me to lunch MJ but you don't have to, I know your really busy with preparing for your call back audition." Peter brought up once again as he hesitated in taking a seat at the rather fancy table.
"Come on Peter, it's your birthday, I have to do something for my best friend." She repeats also as she gestures him to the chair across from her, which he reluctantly takes. "Besides, it's pay back for not being able to go to your fancy super hero party."
"You don't need to pay me back for anything." The brunette assured before giving a quick nod and thank you to the server that filled his water glass. "Plus you and Aunt May already threw me a party last week."
"Please, your aunt, your best friend, a few balloons, and a cake don't count as a party. And that was for your graduating college, this is your 22nd, birthday, totally different." She proclaimed in a humored way as she opened up one of two menus they where handed.
"Any drinks I can start the lovely couple off with?" The waitress asked with a wide, practiced to perfection, smile.
"No, no, where just friends." Peter quickly shot down, though neither of them where fazed by the misinterpretation as it happened often.
"Ya, some man came and stole him from me." Mary Jane added jokingly, receiving an equally sarcastic shocked and annoyed expression from the brunette.
"My apologies. Can I get any drinks for the... friends?" That waitress corrected, expression wavering only slightly.
"Just water is fine for now, thank you."
"Same." The waitress nodded and left the two to decide on there meal.
"Speaking of your man..." MJ started as she began to scan the menu in front of her for anything eye catching. "have you gotten in contact with Wade yet?"
"Yes, he showed up last night while I was at work." Peter said, knowing full well that MJ knew when he said work, he meant his rounds as Spider-man.
"Oh, and what was his excuse for not coming to our little graduation get together?"
"Said he got a last minute job." He explained as he too picked up a menu, prepared to look for the cheapest opinion as he knew Mary Jane wasn't in much of a better financial situationist then him and Wade.
"Really?" The red head questioned as she lowered her menu "Isn't that the exact same excuse he used for not showing up at your grad ceremony?"
"Ya." Peter said with a sad chuckle as he copied his friends action.
"You think he'll get another 'last minute mission' and skip out on your party tonight?" She asked, using her fingers as air quotes.
"He better not." He said in a sterner voice then intended. "He's already skipped out on my first two attempts, I want to at lest have the chance to ask." He said with a sigh as he ran a hand through his once neatly combed locks.
"It must be frustrating, I know how much time you put in to being able to propose to him at your grad." MJ said, also being someone who helped with the preparations only to be extremely annoyed when the merc with a mouth decided not to show.
"Ya it is. More then purposing though, I think I'm mainly upset that he just threw away my ceremony for some job. I know we have bills to pay and what not but these are important days for me, I kind of want the people I love to be there for it. And it's not just those days, he's been skipping out on our regular dates too." Peter finally stopped there, realizing he was beginning to rant. Despite his outburst, his best friend still looked at him with a comforting expression.
"I'm sorry, it must be hard." She sympathized, remembering a few times a man had stood her up as well, though she didn't have an engagement ring that had been weighing down her pocket for months, waiting to be used.
"It's alright. I'm sorry to rag on you like this, it's just frustrating sometimes. I start to worry and then second guess whether he'll show up this time." Peter felt a little guilty for not trusting Wade but it was aggravating at the same time. Both from not having his boyfriend keep his word and not trusting him, but it hurt that day. He stood atop that stage holding his diploma and that little black box, looking out to the crowd, swelling with pride and excitement, only to have a bit of it crushed when he didn't see his lover watching, being obnoxiously loud like the brunette had expected. Just an empty seat beside his aunt.
"Do you wanna call him?" Mary Jane suddenly asked, pulling Peter from his depressing thoughts.
"Hm, why?"
"To check up on him, make sure he's still coming to your party."
"Oh, no, I shouldn't. I mean you brought me out to this nice restaurant-"
"It's fine." The red head cut in, waving a casual hand. "There still going to charge the same whether we stay for one hour of four. Besides, I need time to Google what all these fancy words mean." She joked as she picked up her menu once again. Peter couldn't help but smile softly at his best friend.
"Thank you." He said as he rose from his seat then proceeded to leave the restaurant momentarily so as not to disturb anyone else's lunch, as he dialed Wade's number by heart.
"Yo, you've reached Deadpool, the best mercenary this side of the milky way. What can I un-alive for you?"
"It's Peter."
"Oh," Wade said with just enough disappointment in his voice that it stung a little. "Hey baby boy, what's up? Oh and; HAPPY BIRTHDAY-"
"God no!" Peter cut in, halting the loud, off key singing. "I thank you but I don't need a third encore of happy birthday, the one last night was enough." He said, though it was taken less seriously when it was pared with that oh so sweet laughter of his.
"Aww, boo. But okay, it is your b-day." The brunette let out a sigh of humored relief.
"Thank you."
"Anyway, so what are you up to?"
"I'm just having a birthday lunch with MJ." Peter said as he leaned against a nearby planter box.
"Well then why are you talking to me? Go be with Ariel."
"I will, I just wanted to check in. Remember I'll be heading to Aunt May's house after this then to the party so I wont be home to help you get ready. Do you have everything you need?" Peter asked, hoping it was a sufficiently subtle way to ask if his boyfriend hadn't gotten another sudden job.
"Yep, my ball gown is pressed and ready."
"Good." The brunette said through a laugh at what he hoped was a joke, though he wouldn't put it past the mercenary. Not that he would mind, as long as Wade showed up he would be happy. "Remember, 7 o'clock, Avengers' Tower."
"Yes yes, I got it hunny, now go hang out with your little mermaid princess."
"I'm going, I'm going." Peter said in a calmer tone as some of his fears where lifted. "I love you."
"I love you too baby boy." Peter then hung up the phone with a relaxed sigh through his nose. He watched the device for a moment as a smile spread across his face at what would come tonight. He would propose tonight, to the man he loved, in front of all these other super heroes.
After the lunch Mary Jane had to fight to pay for, Peter headed to his aunt's house who had found and cleaned his one suite for the party. But he wasn't just there to pick up his cloths, he of course spent a few hours with her. She explained how she felt bad about not being able to give him a proper present to which he assured her it was alright. They of course talked about Wade and May pep talked her nephew for what seemed like the hundredth time in the past few months. She assured him it would all work out, that Wade would definitely say yes, that his parents and Ben wouldn't have cared that he was marring a man, only that Peter was happy with him. And of course, May did that odd thing she had been doing the past 2 months. Whenever Peter brought up his concerns with Wade getting his sudden jobs, May would tell him not to worry then try to move to another subject as quickly as possible. It confused Peter but he didn't focus on it to long as he was to busy nervously anticipating tonight.
After a couple hours of chatting, Peter began to prepare for the party. Just as Ant May was flattening a couple wrinkles on his suite, the door bell rang. The brunette answered it to find a man stiff and straight like a soldier. He announced that he was there to pick the birthday boy up and drive him to the party in what turned out to be, though Peter wasn't that surprised, a limousine. The recent graduate received one last good luck kiss from his aunt and proceeded to his ride for the night. As he sat in the expensive car of which he was somewhat scared to touch anything in case he broke something he couldn't pay back, he found himself fiddling with the little black box. He knew he shouldn't mess with it, he was beginning to wear away the velvet coating, but it had became a nervous twitch of sorts. Even at his extravagant birthday party he was still reaching into his pocket and playing with the cube every ten minutes.
The party was a lot more low key then Tony Stark had wanted but he understood that Peter was a minimalist and would probably be overwhelmed by everything. Even with this tone down, it was still a little embarrassing for the birthday boy to have all this attention and money for him, embarrassing, but awesome. The presents he got where great, the people there where all friends, the song list was selected to perfection and the food was delicious. It would be perfect if only Deadpool would show up.
At first he tried to push it off as 'Wade's always late', but the fuze was lit and it was inching closer to the bomb.
"Uhgh!" Peter groaned as the familiar recording of his boyfriend informed him that 'Deadpool couldn't pick up right now because he ether was busy being awesome, busy being with Peter, or just didn't want to talk to you' played+. "Why won't you pick up?!" The brunette screamed at the innocent device to no real avail before shoving it back into his pocket, only to replace it with something else. Leaning against a near-by wall, he pulled out the oh so important black box, opened it, and stared at the jewelry that lay inside, questioning whether it would ever get used.
Maybe the world was telling him not to make a show of it. Maybe one morning he should just throw it at Wade and drop the question out of the blue. Peter chuckled at the scene in his head before it dropped into a darker place.
Maybe the world was telling his it was a bad idea, telling him not to marry Wade.
"No." Peter spat at his own thoughts. No mater what cosmic force, god, or most peoples better judgment told him, he would propose to that idiot known as Wade Wilson. Besides, Deadpool promised he'd be here and the brunette trusted his boyfriend. Even if Peter did it 5 minute before the party ended when only like, two people where left, this would happen, tonight! The recent graduate did a fist pump to help hype himself up for what was to come before returning to the party.
Around an hour later however, J.A.R.V.I.S. called out to the birthday boy. As asked by the AI, Peter slipped into the lab Tony and Bruce shared, which was built to be sound proof which became evident when he closed the door behind him and the noise of the party practically went silent.
"What's up J.A.R.V.I.S.?" The brunette asked, curious as to why he was pulled aside, though he was somewhat thankful to get a moments peace from the loud music, no matter how awesome the tunes where, and his drunken friends. Not all of them where drunk, but it was still a little odd to be sober around people who where under the influence as Peter had avoided alcohol so he was sober when he proposed.
"I have a massage for the birthday boy." The butler informed, making the brunette chuckle a little at the name Tony had programed J.A.R.V.I.S. to call him all night.
"And what's that?" The brunette asked as he stuffed his hands into his pockets, finding his fingers wrapping around the little box immediately.
"Mr. Wilson asked me to apologize and tell you he wont be attending this evening." Peter froze, eye's going wide and heart sinking.
"What?" Peter asked, a bit dumfounded and lost in his own stupor.
"He regrets to inform you that he received an urgent mission and will most likely not return for a couple days." Finally the boys brain clicked in and took off running.
He did it again, Wade abandoned him on an important event, his own birthday! Was Peter's life really that low on his boyfriends priority list? His brain continued to race with questions and concerns. Bouncing between logic, emotional hurt, and pissed until his eye's fell on a digital clock that hung high in the lab.
It was 9:17, the party started at 7, why was he only getting the message now?
"What time did he call?" Peter asked suddenly, ignoring the fact that Wade didn't call him directly, the reason being obvious. "J.A.R.V.I.S.?" The brunette called when he didn't receive an immediate response.
"I was asked not to-"
"It's my birthday, and Tony programed you to give me practically anything I wanted tonight, and I want to know when Wade sent that message." Peter ordered, getting more serious as it was revealed that Wade had asked the AI not to tell him.
"10:24 am this morning." J.A.R.V.I.S. finally answered.
10:24 am? That was before his lunch with MJ, before their phone call, before Wade promised to be at the party. Peter's fists clenched in anger as his throat began to burn from tears that threatened to form. Wade never intended to come, he blatantly lied to him. Is this what had happened other times too, all those dates he had to take a rain check on, his graduation? Did Wade string him along with lies, telling him how excited he was when he never had any intention of being there?
"Peter?" Came the quiet call of a curious Tony Stark. "What are you doing in here? It's your birthday, come have some fun." The billionaire practically ordered as he lay a hand on the brunettes shoulder. Part of Peter wanted to just go home, but what good would sulking do? He'd had enough! He wasn't going to let Deapool ruin another special night so why not stay, have a drink or two. This was his party, and he should take full advantage of it.
And he did, more then originally intended. At first he just wanted a couple of beers, but Tony convinced him to have a few of his drinks which obviously where made of a much harder liquor. All together Peter downed around three during the party and came out an emotional wreck. Once seeing the boy brake down in angry tears, the party was declared over and the brunette was escorted home by an ever sober Steve Rogers.
"I've got it from here, thanks." Peter said as he stepped through his and Wade's apartment door.
"You sure you'll be alright?" Steve asked not wanting to be pushy but was very concerned for his friend.
"Don't worry, I can get myself into bed. Thanks for the help. I'll see you around, okay?" Peter said in what he hoped was a cheerful way, but he knew his acting was impaired by the alcohol. Luckily the blond either didn't seem to notice, or was nice enough not to point it out.
"Alright, see you around, and happy birthday." The Captain said one last time before leaving. As soon as he locked the door, Peter let out a heavy sigh. He was having a good time at the party up until someone offhandedly asked where Deadpool was to which Peter responded with a sudden shout then water works as emotions sprang up. He felt a bit bad that people spent so much time and money on this party only to have it end in a fit of tears, but it wasn't their fault. The party was extremely fun, it was Wade that went and ruined it.
Trying his drunken best not to have another emotional attack, the brunette pushed back his thoughts as he began to change from his suit into something more comfortable for sleeping. Just as he was pulling back the covers of his empty double bed, the sound of the front door opening and closing grabbed his attention.
No... it can't be.
A tipsy Peter made his way to the living room and was immediately conflicted emotionally when he saw Deadpool striping off his weapons.
"The hell are you doing here?!" The brunette suddenly screamed, causing the mercenary to drop his weapons with a loud clatter.
"Peter, your awake!" The older realized before a large grin spread across his face, viewable even through his mask. "That's great! I wanna-"
"No!" Peter shot down, causing the taller to jump back a little. "You don't deserve to talk after ditching me again!" He shouted, pointing an accusing finger at his boyfriend.
"Let me explain-"
"I don't want to hear your excuses." The brunette interrupted again, his drunken brain deciding it was time to let his emotions loose.
"If you knew you couldn't show up then you should have just told me instead of lying. I trusted you. Do you know how much it hurts to be pushed aside for some mission? I know you have to pay most of the bills since I just got out of school but it's my birthday! You can't be here for my birthday?"
"Baby boy-"
"Don't you baby boy me!" The brunette screamed as he pushed away the hands that reached out to comfort him. "Am I really so unimportant that risking your life for money sounds like a better use of your time then being with me on my birthday, my graduation? Have you finally lost interest so your going to just find something more fun to do?"
"Peter I-"
"I said shut up!" The brunette screamed as he slammed his fist into a near by side table, his super human strength causing the cheap wood to brake into several pieces, knocking the contents to the floor around them. Wade's expression grew more and more panicked as tears began to flood from his boyfriends doe eyes, but the brunette screamed through it. "I don't want to sit back and be lied to." The younger said as his hand began to throb along with his heart, brain... well most of his body. "If you don't want to-"
"PETER!" Wade finally shouted back, causing the younger's head to snap up with the intent of screaming back, but was silenced as something was shoved into his face. The brunette took a step back and glared at the object, trying to see through his watery eyes. "I wanted to give it to you during your grad ceremony but it turned out to be more money then I thought." Wade explained as Peter's eye's finally adjusted and was able to see his boyfriend holding out a small box with a thick sliver band inside. "That's why I've been dropping everything to do extra jobs, I was hoping to pay it off in time for at least your birthday party, but then some dicks refused to pay me and.." The mercenary cut himself off this time as Peter sank to the floor as his brain tried to wrap itself around this revaluation. "Baby boy?" Wade questioned as he knelt down in front of his boyfriend. Peter was silent for a while aside from his hiccupy breathing. Not quite sure exactly what to say or do or feel, the brunette settled on braking out in hysterical laughter as tears continued to flow. The older just waited in confusion until the brunettes laughter slowed to a sad chuckle then stopped.
Still not finding good enough words to explain what had transpired, Peter crawled over to a nearby drawer and pulled out his own little box. He lazily threw the box at his boyfriend who fumbled to catch it. Wade looked at it questioningly then flipped it open. Finally the mercenary lifted his mask to his forehead, reveling a shifting expression. Shock, confusion, joy, anger popped up a few times. Peter just sat and watched his boyfriend as he tried his best to ignore his mind telling him to go to bed and sleep off his growing migraine.
"I've been saving up money for over a year, though the originally intent wasn't a ring." Peter explained, getting a tad annoyed at the silence. "I actually got it about a month back but Aunt May convinced me to try and make a show of it at my graduation ceremony." He said as he crossed his legs to sit more comfortably.
"May told you to?"
[I knew it.]
{Shhh, I'm watching my show.}
"She was the one who convinced me we where finally ready to get hitched. I was hoping to do it at your grad. I thought that would make it extremely special." Wade explained. Peter attempted a laugh but his tired body could only muster a humored scoff.
"Didn't think her of all people would be a double agent." Silence then fell again as Peter tried to deiced whether he should stay up to figure this all out or go to sleep and go at it with a sober, rested, and probably hungover, brain.
"Can I put it on you?" Wade suddenly asked, causing the younger's eyes to snap back up at his boyfriend as they had drifted to a random piece of rubble from the table he had smashed.
"Hmm?"
"The ring." The mercenary reminded, lifting up his copy of the small black box. "You still wanna get married right?" Peter couldn't stop the grin that spread across his face as he lifted his left hand out.
"Course I do." Wade excitedly plucked the ring from the box and slipped it on before being told it was on the wrong finger and proceeded to right it. Then the older held Peter's hand out and blissfully stared at it, a soft smile painted across his lips. The smaller let Wade watch his hand for only a few seconds, not liking the way his lovers expression began to shift into one that Peter knew as the mercenary questioning when he was going to wake up from this dream. "Me to." The brunette said, causing Wade's eyes to lift from his fingers. "I wanna put mine on you to. Vv been waiting months to do it." He slurred slightly.
The older's expression lifted into his usual goofy smile again as he passed Peter's box back to him. Then he preceded to hold his hand out to the brunette with enthusiasm, like a child waiting to be handed their present. The younger fumbled with it a little, hands shaking slightly from a number of things as he slipped his relatively plain looking band compared to the other onto his fiancé's wedding finger.
This wasn't what either of them expected purposing would turn out to be like, sitting on their living room floor in the middle of the night, one of them awfully drunk. Sure they would have rather skipped all the trouble and hurt and have their original plans go through, but it was alright. Nothing about their relationship could be planned, they were Deadpool and Spider-man for crying out loud. The next few years, heck, the rest of there lives would probably be bat shit crazy, full of ups and downs, but that was alright, as long as they could end up laughing it out with each other, be happy together in the end.
The ending came out of nowhere, literally. I was having such a hard time figuring out what to do after Peter tossed Wade the ring so eventually I just stared at the screen till I got an idea. Then I re-wrote it like 5 times over till I was happy with it, yay. ^^
I have a short part two of sorts explaining more of Wade's stuff, check it out if you'd like.
I'm also making a short one about Aunt May... cuz I can.
Hope you liked it. ^^