"So!" Wade bounced back to Peter, the grin on his face detectible through the mask. "Rules?"

"No web slinging," Peter repeated obediently, then scowled, jabbing a finger into Wade's chest. "No hurting yourself either."

"Aw, come on, Spidey. It's almost like you don't trust me."

Peter scoffed. He'd trusted Wade with his identity and to watch his back more times than he could count. "No, I just know you have no sense of self preservation."

Wade shrugged. "Not like I can die anyway."

"I don't care," Peter said, steel in his tone, "I still don't want you hurting yourself. This was supposed to be fun, remember?"

Wade attached himself to Peter as soon as the words were out of his mouth. "See, he does care!" He practically shouted in Peter's ear. "I know!...No, I'm not going to ruin it…" He mumbled some other nonsensical things to himself and Peter extracted himself from the embrace.

Wade did that sort of thing a lot, talked to the apparent voices in his head, sometimes he made references that Peter thought might be inside jokes with himself. It kind of worried him sometimes but for the most part, mostly because he was pretty sure that whatever insecurities Wade had, those voices in his head liked to throw them in his face.

"I do, you know," he said after a moment, clearing his throat and shifting uncomfortably on his feet. He was glad he had his mask on because he could feel the blush. "I do care."

Wade paused, actually froze for several seconds before Peter could detect the grin under his mask. "Don't think this is going to make me go easy on you, baby boy."

Peter snorted and went with Wade to what they had designated as the starting line. "Like I need that."

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The flurry of spells came in rapid succession, with no sound coming from either man.

It had taken Harry years to get to this level, to where he could have an entire fight like this without speaking a spell. However, he was pretty sure he was going to lose this particular match. Not because he was worse than his opponent, but more because he had had a few drinks before coming here.

Being tipsy didn't hinder him completely, but with someone as evenly matched, it would ensure he would lose. He was unsurprised when the red spell hit his chest and he lowered his practice wand as the spell dissolved.

"I beat you faster than usual," Draco said with a scowl on his face, coming closer to him.

Harry scoffed. "You don't always win," he pointed out. The pleasant buzz was fading and he wondered if he should just give in and carry around a flask like Mad Eye Moody had done when he was still alive.

"You're more incompetent than usual."

Harry snorted lightly and dropped down on the floor of the room they were in. "Am I usually incompetent, Malfoy? If so, what exactly does that say about you? My score is we're pretty even."

"Yes, we are, when you aren't drunk." There was irritation in Draco's voice and this was why Harry still did this with him.

Harry and Draco had started these little practice sessions over a year ago. Dueling was something he'd always been good at, added to that the raw power he had. That was never on display here because the wands they used wasn't their own, were designed so they couldn't hurt each other.

"Don't come here after you've drunk anymore, Potter. I don't have any use for someone who can't keep up."

Harry rolled his eyes and refrained from telling Draco that he'd kept up alright at first, and, again, Draco didn't win all the time. "Fuck off," he said, lightly, instead, getting up and moving to where he'd left his portkey.

"Granger is still looking for you, you know," Draco called from behind him before Harry could leave.

Harry whipped around, glaring at him. "Malfoy," he said, a warning in his voice.

"She and Weasley had a pretty massive fight about it where people could hear," Draco continued, ignoring his tone and walking closer to Harry.

Harry shifted, rolled his shoulders. "Yeah? Don't tell me you've decided you care about any of that."

Draco shook his head. "Of course I don't."

"Really? You sure?" Harry's eyes narrowed. "Because it sure sounds like you might."

Draco shrugged, and he looked away from Harry. "Just…thought you'd like to know, Potter."

Harry watched him for several seconds more. There was a chance that Draco had said it to mess with his head, but Harry doubted it. The bigger possibility was that Draco actually did care, maybe, just a little.

"Don't care, Draco," he said forcefully. The only reason he still came to these practices was because Draco didn't care about him. They weren't friends, had never been friends and, although they weren't exactly enemies anymore either, they were probably always going to be antagonistic towards each other.

"Don't worry, Harry. There is no chance of that happening." His tone was bored again.

Even if Draco did care, he'd never admit it. It was enough.

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The parkour race was something Deadpool had started with him when they didn't have much to do on patrol. They were pretty evenly matched when Peter wasn't using his webbing and Wade wasn't being a reckless idiot. Seriously, he'd hopped a fence with barbed wire once to get ahead. That was about the time Peter had made the 'no hurting yourself' rule.

It was honestly a good way to blow off steam without the added pressure of trying to save anyone from a high speed chase or a robbery. He really needed it at the moment too. The pressure of finally graduating had been getting to him, along with the decision he would have to make soon.

He had honestly been thinking about, after the week he'd just had of studying and no sleep, scrapping his plan of staying in school until he could put that PhD after his name. It was…nice to be able to just hang out with a friend and do something stupid.

Even if that friend was a mercenary who heard voices in his head.

"I win!" Peter called, raising his arms in victory, grinning at Deadpool when the older man came to a stop.

Deadpool actually whined a bit. "Would've if I hadn't been so distracted." He said this with a leer.

Peter scowled at him. "You did not let me win so you could stare at my ass."

"No, no. But I have admit, it was a very nice view."

Peter snorted, shaking his head. "Have to? Like you don't talk about that every chance you get?"

Wade moved closer, almost into his personal space. "I can't help it. Maybe if you could step a little closer, I'd get it out of my system."

Peter laughed, blushing just a bit as well. "Shut up," he said, pushing Wade back a bit. He was about to suggest a re-match, or maybe do something else when a scream sounded from behind him and below.

"Well, shit, guess it's back to work." Wade started out with Peter following.

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Harry was just putting his key in the lock to his apartment when Peter Parker came down the hallway. It was late, again, and Harry leaned back to watch the guy, a little bit of a smile forming on his face.

"Hello," he said, a little tentatively. There was every chance that Peter would be pissed at him for the breaking and entering.

Peter looked over at him as he pulled the backpack off his shoulders and dug in one of the side pockets for his keys. "Hey," he said, turning to open his door, and then stopping to address Harry again, "you know, not that I'm encouraging the whole breaking and entering thing you like doing, but thanks, for the food."

Harry bit his lip around a grin. "It's not something I like to do," he protested, "it's something I did once….twice, and only to you."

"Well, now I feel special," Peter said with a laugh, getting his door open.

Harry hesitated, about to step into his own place when he abruptly turned and held up the bag he was holding. "Hungry?" He asked. "I got more than enough for two and I'm definitely not going to eat it all." He'd actually planned on leftovers because he would probably end up eating something after drinking some.

Peter seemed surprised and then eyed the bag for a moment, like he was seriously considering it. "Come on," Harry tempted, shaking it a bit, "It's from that expensive place up the street and the rest will probably end up in the trash if you don't eat it."

Peter huffed and then tilted his head, inviting Harry back inside his apartment. "Man, I am such a sucker."

Harry grinned brightly and followed him in, setting the food on Peter's small table. He gave one of the to go boxes to Peter and Peter stared at him for a moment.

"Dude…this place is expensive. You sure about this?"

Harry shrugged, grabbing his own. "I can afford it."

"Yeah?" Peter asked curiously. "How?"

Harry tensed momentarily. "My parents left me a lot of money, actually. Like, enough that my grandkids won't have to work."

Peter squinted at him, opening one of the packages with silverware in it. "Then why would you live here. Seriously, this place is kind of a shithole."

Harry shrugged. "That's…kind of a long story, actually."

Peter eyed him a moment before shrugging and starting on the food. Harry's smile returned at the lack of prodding. That was one good thing about hanging out with someone who didn't know of him.

"Oh, god. That's so good," Peter said after a few bites, practically vibrating in his seat.

"Yeah? When's the last time you ate something that you couldn't get from the Dollar Tree?"

"The food you left last time, actually," Peter answered.

They talked while they ate, mostly about superficial things, and Harry had to admit it was nice, to be able to talk to someone who didn't know about any of his baggage, who had no expectations. Even Draco, as much as he liked to pretend otherwise, had those.

Talking about movies and other forms of entertainment with his neighbor was alright.

"Seriously? You've never seen Lord of the Rings?"

Harry's lips twitched. "No, I never have." He'd just never had the opportunity, really. He'd only been living in the muggle world for a little over a year, after all.

"You are the second person who has told me that. Man, we'll have to do that one day."

"Aren't those movies, like, fifteen hours long or something?" He asked skeptically. Peter seemed nice, and he thought he might come to like the company but for that long? And with another person, possibly?

Peter waved a hand. "Only the extended edition. We can break it up."

Harry leaned back in his seat. It was kind of presumptuous on Peter's part, but still…. "I'll think about it," he said, going back to his food. The smile stayed in place.