Peter Parker was a little more that surprised to get a phone call from Wade Wilson about a week after they'd met. Peter always tried to be a good person, in or out of costume. But he didn't usually buy strangers food then give them his phone number. There was just something about Wade. Something sad or something lost, or something else. Some kind of history he had that no one should. It struck something in Pete. So when the older man called a few days later asking if he could crash at his place for a day or two. Claiming that he'd gotten into it with his landlord, and that all his other friends already were full, Peter couldn't help but tell him yes.

Wade showed up about an hour later, looking apprehensive. Peter guessed he'd been on the streets a while. The scruffy look, the same bag he'd had the day they met, and the look that was so sad, and so embarrassed. As if Wade didn't really want to have asked for somewhere to stay in the first place.

Peter gave Wade a relaxed smile when he showed up, and welcomed him inside. "Good to see ya dude. Thanks for calling. I've got plenty of room here, so you can pretty much make yourself comfortable."

Wade smiled in return and walked in setting his bag next to the door and standing awkwardly just out of the way of the entrance to the apartment. He looked like a lost puppy. "This is really nice of you. Thank you." he said quietly bowing his head.

Peter had never seen someone so apprehensive. He must of been pretty desperate when he asked. "You can sit down. I don't mind." Peter pointed to his small couch. Then again, almost everything in his apartment was small.

Not to say the place wasn't nice. Peter loved his apartment actually. It had the essentials, bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, living area, and two closets for storage. It worked for a college student. The place was affordable but clean. Still had a new feel to it despite that the building was almost as old as Peter himself. It was the perfect little place. It screamed Peter is what most of his friends said. Somehow Wade didn't seem out of place perched a bit awkwardly on the end of the couch in the middle of the room.

"Thank you. Really, I haven't had anything like this happen before, and I got kind of desperate." Wade huffed looking down, his hood low over his eyes, just like the day they'd met.

"No problem. I don't mind. Everyone has rough stuff. I've got room anyway." He plopped down next to Wade, leaning back on the squishy couch. "So your landlord is a dick?" he asked, hoping to make conversation.

"Basically." Wade replied fiddling with the sleeves on his shirt. "I'll pay for the days I stay, I can still pay and stuff, I just need a place to crash a while. I don't want to be a freeloader." Wade was talking fast. He seemed so worried. Peter couldn't figure out why.

"That would be cool if you stay a while." Peter agreed, getting the feeling Wade wouldn't like being refused. "But you aren't obligated or anything. I don't mind helping out, might as well be my job." the secret hero gave a laugh at his own inside joke.

"Yeah…" The larger man went quiet for a minute or two before speaking up again. "Why are you so nice?"

Peter was a little surprised by the question, New York was harsh, but there is usually someone kind hearted you can find, Wade made it sound like this kind of kindness was a novelty. "I dunno, I guess I just am?"

Wade rubbed his arm apprehensively, and shook his head, turning to look at Peter, granting the smaller man a look at his face. Scarred and rough, sunken eyes, and sick looking cheeks. He looked like he was dying. He wasn't dying, was he? Peter wondered.

"I mean to me. I mean, you've seen me. You obviously aren't stupid. Why are you so nice?" Wade responded, he seemed like he was legitimately shocked that anyone could care about what happened to him. It hit Peter a little. Peter had always had someone to love him and take care of him. Wade sounded like this was the first time anyone had ever tried.

"I guess...I guess I just don't see any reason not to be? You've not done anything wrong." Peter said.

Wade smiled. It was small, and if Peter hadn't been paying attention he wouldn't have seen it. Nevertheless it was enough for Peter to see he'd made a good choice helping this guy out. Whatever he'd seen, or done, there was hope yet. And maybe helping someone out of costume is just what Peter needed to break the everyday monotony of being Spiderman.

Shit, being Spiderman. Now that he had someone else in the house, he might have to find a way to work around that. Cool as Wade may seem or be, Peter wouldn't tell his own Aunt about him being a hero, it didn't exactly make sense for a guy who was just hitching for now to know. He might have to sneak out a little later than usual now, after Wade had gone to sleep for the night. Peter prayed he either had bad hearing, or wasn't nocturnal.

A small wave of doubt rolled over Pete as he watched Wade set himself up a small space in the corner of the room, a bedroll, a hoodie, a stack of clothes, the essentials where all he had brought. He was very neat and careful in his movements, but having never had a roommate before, Peter wondered if that kind of behavior would stay.

It took a few minutes before Peter was brought back from his worries by Wade coughing slightly to get his attention.

"I could get you tacos this time, something nice for you, for being so nice to me?" he asked, hands behind his back, this time, the smile on his face was forced. He was trying to look sweet.

Peter looked up at him and smiled back. "I would actually like that a lot." Pete said, standing, stretching, and grabbing his jacket before the two new friends started down the street.