Wade shut the door behind him, getting Peter's attention. The kid must have been waiting for someone as he didn't look up until the door banged shut. He watched those big chocolate brown eyes widen as he realised the intruder was him.

The mercenary looked Peter up and down; styled messy brown hair, thick black glasses over beautiful big eyes, a deep red loosely fitting shirt and dark skinny jeans. . .that were tight in all the right places even from the front, Wade could only imagine how well they fit around that perfect ass. Damn, the kid was sexy.

{He looks fiiiine.}

[He's just perfect.]

He sighed. Peter was perfect. Too perfect. Especially for him.

Wade swallowed thickly; what the fuck was he doing? He was no good for the web slinging hero. So what the fuck was he doing at his birthday party? They couldn't be together. Wade was no good, and anyway, Petey was probably just going through a phase. He had had all damn week to think about this and yet he had left it till the last damn minute as per fucking usual.

{Well you are a fucking moron.}

[That is true.]

"Wade," Peter practically whispered. "w-what are you doing here?"

Well, whatever he was going to do. . .he didn't have a choice now, it was too late to run off. He walked over to the table and leaned against it. "You invited me, 'member?"

"Yeah but. . .you said no, and then kicked me out."

Wade could see Peter out of the corner of his eye, he was looking down at the floor, clearly avoiding eye contact with him. Shit that hurt. Even when they were shouting at each other –whether it was arguing over the last donut or that Spidey had put himself in danger again- or when they were training and it would undoubtedly turn to play fighting and things would start to get heated. . .they always looked at each other. "Yeah. Sorry about that."

". . .Yeah me too." Peter fidgeted with his hands. Usually he couldn't wait to be around the scarred man. . .but this, this was awkward. He sighed. He really was a bad friend. "I really am sorry, Wade-,"

Wade let his head fall backwards, and while he stared up at the ceiling he said, "You have nothing to be sorry for baby boy."

"Yes, I do. I. . .I don't consider your feelings, I just. . .I don't hide mine and maybe I should because it's just causing problems between us and the last thing I wan' t' do is lose you. So I should be happy with us just been friends. I know you don't feel the same but then sometimes I wonder if you do because of things you say or the way you touch me but then I know you don't because why wouldn't anything have happened yet, but then we've kissed but then again under the circumstances I guess it was just adrenaline or something. And then there's everything with Harry. Uh, I don't know. My head hurts so much." The web-slinger finished rambling and pushed his glasses up, rubbing the palms of his hands into his eyes. He hoped Wade thought the action was because of his head, and not the fact that he was trying to stop the tears.

"He doesn't want to hurt anyone."

That's what Gwen had told him. He hadn't realised just how much Peter had worried over his feelings. . .over Harry. . .over him. Shit. Wade's stomach knotted as he wondered just how much pain he had put the kid through by pushing him away, or even letting him get close –giving Petey just that little bit of hope that maybe this time he wouldn't be pushed away- to only then get pushed away again.

Wade opened his mouth; he wasn't sure if it was to apologise, beg for forgiveness, spout the same crap about the kid being too young or to finally say the truth out loud. Either way it didn't really matter because the words wouldn't come out.

{Fucking coward.}

[I hate to agree but. . .]

The voices were right, he really was a coward.

"Here." He said lamely as he held out the poorly wrapped gift he'd been carrying. He had had it all planned out, he was gonna surprise Petey on his birthday by been in his bedroom when he got home from school –because the kid had said he didn't leave his apartment enough-, with take out and doughnuts, and just play video games and watch crappy movies. All the things they liked to do together when they were just being themselves, not their alter egos. But he had brought it to the party, because that's what you were supposed to do right? And because he was worried the kid would have thrown him out of his place.

Peter lifted his head from his hands, "You got me a present?"

"Course I did." The merc watched Petey smile happily, damn it, that smile had ruined him. From the first time he had seen it, he'd been hooked. . .and he would do anything to see it. It was almost a shy smile, small but so full, spreading to his beautiful brown eyes and tinting his cheeks a beautiful pink. It was one of Wade's favourite Petey looks, and it was reserved only for him.

[You hope.]

{Of course it's only for us. He wouldn't look at anyone else like that!}

Peter unwrapped the present, loving the unicorn paper and how badly it was wrapped. It was very Deadpool. He gasped when he saw the picture on the box. "No way!" It was the latest model of his favourite camera make. "How did you-wait, why did you get me this? It must've been expensive Wade, you shouldn't have."

"Oh okay I'll take it back then." Wade said and went to grab the camera box, only for the kid to quickly move it out of his reach. He smirked. "Didn't think so."

"There's no point returning it now, but you didn't have to y'know."

"I know." Wade smiled, looking at the kid who in turn was looking over every inch of the box. "But I thought you could use a new one, and then you don't have to worry about damaging the one your uncle Ben got you."

Peter's heart skipped a beat. "Y-you. . .you remembered?" It had been at the beginning of their friendship, while still only knowing each other as Spiderman and Deadpool, which he had mentioned he had a camera from his Uncle that wasn't around anymore and he loved it but at the same time hated using it in case it ended up broken.

"I went out that day and bought it." The merc admitted. He watched Spidey's cheeks heat up and his eyes widen. "Well, not that exact one, I changed it twice over the months. Who knew cameras came out so quickly."

Not only had Wade remembered something he had mentioned so long ago, when he had only know him as Spiderman for a short time, but he had changed it to make sure it was one of the latest models. Why would he-, "Why would you bother going to so much trouble? You didn't even know who I was."

"I wanted to make sure you had the best one."

". . .Why?"

"Because you deserve the best." Wade said simply before adding, "And I knew it'd make you happy. I like it when you're happy."

There it was again. Wade found it so easy to say things like that. It was Peter that had the feelings and yet he couldn't say the words to tell the scarred man exactly how he felt. . .so why was it so easy for Wade?

"I like this colour too." Wade raised his hand and ran his knuckles across the kid's cheek in a feather light touch, wishing it was skin to skin and not to glove to skin; he had worn his gloves, trying to hide as much of his skin as possible. . .not wanting to embarrass his baby boy in front of his shitty ass peers –the ones that probably didn't even know they were here for his party. His Petey was so much better than everyone in this fucking place. They had no idea how fucking lucky they were to have him nearby, to breath the same air, to-

"Wade. Hey, Wade, you okay? Is it the voices?" Peter asked concerned; the merc had suddenly zoned out, and though that was pretty normal for him, this time he had an edge of anger to his expression.

"Huh, oh no. They're actually pretty quiet at the minute."

"Well that's not normal."

"Noo it is not." Wade said and after a moment Peter chuckled. "What you laughing at baby boy?"

"Usually it would be normal not to hear voices in the first place. Not that they were just been quiet for once." Peter said as he looked up at the merc, half smiling.

"I guess you're right." Wade laughed. Even after so long, it was weird to hear Petey talk about the voices; he had never judged, or insulted. . .he had simply just accepted that they were apart of him.

It went quiet as they just looked at each other. Wade not believing his luck when it came to the kid, though he knew it wouldn't last. And that's what hurt. More than anything. Peter wanting to tell the merc everything, from how sorry he was that he had stormed out and gone to Harry's, to saying those words out loud.

Wade's phone went off, some Lady Gaga song cut through the not so but somehow still awkward silence. He sighed as he looked down at his cell. "I should get this."

"The room next door will be empty, no one's meant to be down here." Peter watched Wade nod and go to the door, hesitating as his hand took hold of the handle. "No one will be down here, they're too busy getting drunk." He reassured.

"Why're you back here all alone anyway baby boy?"

Peter shrugged. "Didn't wanna be here without you." He watched the merc's expression go from curious to surprise to a wide smile before he turned and left to go answer his phone. He sighed again and let his head fall back. What was he doing? Why couldn't he just say those words? Maybe they could get through to Wade. . .and if not, at least he would have said them.

"Petey, there you are!"

Oh no. Peter turned his head to look at the door, just in time to see Harry smirk as he looked him up and down.

"Looking good, sexy. Very fucking sexy."

Oh shit. Harry was drunk and Wade would be back any minute.

End of chap 3!

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