Chapter 4

Peter woke the next morning to the smell of breakfast cooking. He turned over and sat up in bed to get a peek of Deadpool flipping pancakes in his kitchen.

"Good morning Bed Bug!"

"Wade?"

"Who else?" He set his skillet down and sauntered over to kiss Peter's forehead. "I thought I could take the day off and hang out with my little spider."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Anything you want to do today, we will do it. Just name it!"

"Anything I want?" Peter muttered, thinking.

"You bet cha! Whether it is chilling here or going out on errands. If you want to, I can also leave, but I want to chill with Petey for a while."

Peter thought about it, "If it's not too much trouble, can we run some errands?"

"Absolutely!" Wade kissed Peter and returned to making his pancakes. "What are we doing today?"

"Well, I need to go to an eye doctor. My vision is all blurry. It's perfect for swinging, but I can barely read my textbooks. I also just need to pick up a few random things like a hair dryer and stuff."

"Alrighty, we will make a date of it!" Wade plated some pancakes and set them at the table. "Come and get it!"

Peter pulled himself out of bed and sat at the table.

Wade drowned his stack of pancakes in syrup.

Peter was once again nervous about his eating habits. He carefully cut up his pancake and his pincers attacked his fork as it drew close to his mouth, trying to hold onto the utensil.

Wade chuckled. "That is adorable!"

Peter huffed a bit irritated. "I'm never going to get use to these stupid things." Peter grabbed a pincers, twisting it painfully to the side.

Wade reached over the table to stop Peter from hurting his pincer. "Hey, think happy thoughts. How are the pancakes?"

Peter sighed. "You are only trying to talk me out of ripping this stupid thing off."

Wade shifted his head from side to side, "Blood typically does ruin the taste of pancakes."

Peter groaned. "Please Wade, I need you serious right now. I don't know what to do."

"Alright, well listen to me on this. Ripping a mouth claw-thing off is not going to help your situation, hell, it might make something worse. The best we can do right now is ride this thing out. As you said yesterday, Doctor Richards may develop a cure."

"I never told you about the possible serum."

"That's true, but the reader knows. Thus, I am obligated to know." Wade smirked.

Peter had no idea what that meant, but he sighed and looked at his breakfast.

"Just focus on your fluffy pancakes of deliciousness."

Peter ate another bite.

"So, what do you think?"

"They are good." Peter said around a mouthful

"Just good?"

"They are delicious."

"Yay! I am honored by your praise!" Wade smiled.

Peter rolled his eyes and finished eating. He threw on some pants and a hoodie to go out in. Peter turned the hood up to hide his face and put on some sunglasses.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting dressed." Peter answered.

"No, you are trying to hide."

Peter's pincers clicked with agitation. "So what? It's not like people want to see me like this."

"Baby Boy, I tried hiding behind a mask and trust me when I say that it doesn't work. It's depressing and you don't deserve that fate. No matter what you say, you are handsome and I will respect you if you want to go out like that, but I am asking that you don't."

Peter bit his lip and he looked away from Wade. "Okay."

Wade smiled and waited for Peter to finish getting dressed before Wade gently asked to hold Peter's hand and they walked out hand-in-hand.

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Peter had his hook up. He couldn't take it. There were so many stares. A child on the subway watched him in fascination as she sat in her seat gazing up at Peter's new spiderlike qualities. The little girl was in awe and scooted to the edge of her seat to get a closer look at Peter. Peter smiled at the little girl and she smiled back before waving.

After the little girl waved, the mother noticed and screamed in horror upon seeing Peter. She pitched a fit and lectured Peter on how a filthy mutant shouldn't be on the subway with normal humans, Peter was going to infect her sweet little girl with monster germs.

If Peter wasn't the center of attention before, he was now.

Peter turned around and buried his face in Wade's jacket, trying to hide himself.

Wade held Peter glaring at everyone who so much as dared to make a comment about Peter. He gently rubbed Peter's back and whispered in his little Spider's ear, "You are okay Peter, fuck them."

"I… I want to get off."

Wade did not argue with Peter. "Whatever you say Petey."

At the next stop the two got off the subway and walked. They were a bit of a walk from their destination, but they walked without a complaint.

Wade refused to let go of Peter as they made their way through a sea of people.

They eventually arrived at the eye doctor and Peter tried to talk to the girl at the counter. When she saw Peter's face, her eyes widened and she went to go get a doctor.

A male doctor came out looking none too happy, "What do you want?" He huffed.

"I uh… I need glasses." Peter said, nervous."

"We don't serve mutants. Get out of here."

"Please?" Peter begged. "I have the money for the glasses. I really need them."

"Didn't you hear me freak? I said, scram."

Peter's pincers quivered.

Wade wrapped an arm around Peter's shoulder. "I know a place. We don't want to be served by these anti-mutant supporters anyway. It's as good as setting money on fire. If I may say, 'Fuck you and your opinions', good bye." Wade exited, pulling Peter with him. "I can always come back and kill them later if you want?" Wade half joked, just trying to get Peter to smile, though he was tempted.

Peter did not answer and Wade looked over his shoulder to see tears streaming down Peter's face from all eight eyes.

Wade stopped and pulled Peter into an alley. "No Baby-Boy, you can't let those jackasses get to you." Wade gently wiped each individual eye, but as quickly as he wiped them, new tears would reappear. It was a mess.

"I want to go home." Peter muttered.

"No, not yet. We came here to get you some glasses and we are going to do it."

"But that shop won't serve us."

Wade nodded. "I know another place, but it is a bit of a walk. I refuse to leave until you get some glasses."

Peter nodded. "I trust you."

Wade smirked and led the way going into downtown where more of the questionable shops were located. Wade led them to a door and motioned for Peter to enter.

Peter found himself in the center of some odd waiting room, a little girl was drawing on the floor with a box of crayons and some paper.

The little girl looked so familiar, Peter just could not place her.

"Wade, is this okay? I feel like I just walked into someone's living room."

"It's okay, Babe. Trust me. Hey, Doc? You in?"

An Asian woman with a yellowed white lab coat came out. She groaned seeing Deadpool. "Not you again. Who's your friend?"

"This is my boyfriend, Peter. He needs some glasses, Doc."

"Hush you." She snapped and slowly walked over to Peter. "Remove your hood."

Peter gulped and slipped his hood back.

The doctor did not react. She smiled after a few minutes of taking everything in and politely asked for Peter to follow her, while yelling at Deadpool to wait in the hall.

Wade complained, but the doctor closed the door on him and it cancelled out his whines.

"Now that the idiot is quiet, let's take a look at those beautiful eyes."

Peter blushed, she was the only person besides Wade to call his eyes beautiful. He thought of another way to get his mind off his blush, "Do you not like Wade?"

"No, I don't have a problem with Mr. Wilson. I just hate that I have no control over him with my powers."

"Powers?"

"Yes." She said, putting up an eye chart. "I have the ability to see through injury or weakness and analyze it to see how I can make it better or worsen it."

"That is interesting."

The doctor sat across from Peter on a stool she pulled up. "May I touch you?"

"Huh?"

"That is how I use my power, I have to physically touch you."

Peter hesitantly nodded and relaxed as best as he could.

"Do you want glasses or contacts?"

"I didn't know I get an option."

She laughed. "You do, so decide."

"Contacts?"

She raised an eyebrow, "Don't ask me."

"Contacts," Peter stated.

She smiled, "Good." She gently touched Peter's face. "Poor thing. You are extremely far sighted, but I know what prescription you need. It's an advanced prescription that only certain mutants need so it is a good thing you came to me. No normal store can offer you the prescription you need." She got up and walked into a back room to get a few boxes and walked out with four pairs of contacts and a pair of glasses. She handed the goods to Peter. "This is all I have in stock, but they should last you a while."

"Thank you."

"No problem, sweetie. Let's get those contacts in so you can finally see what I look like."

Peter hadn't put contacts in for such a long time and it was hard to do two eyes, much less eight eyes. But when he had them in he looked around and everything was clear. "Thank you! This is great! How much do I owe you?" He asked, pulling out his wallet.

The doctor gently put her hand over Peter's "I am giving these to you as a thank you for saving my daughter from the house fire, Spider-man."

Peter was shocked.

The doctor smiled. "I assume you are Spider-man at least. At least that is what Mr. Wilson says. He doesn't shut up about you."

Peter blushed.

The doctor smiled, "Well, Peter. Thank you and please stop by if you need anything else. My shop is always open for mutants."

Peter nodded, feeling much better. "Thank you so much."

Wade was waiting outside for Peter and smiled.

Peter only wore three sets of contacts currently, the fourth box was stuff in his pocket and he wore the black rimmed glasses. He smiled at Wade as Wade stared at him. "Do they look okay?"

"You look fucking adorable!"

Peter rolled his eight eyes and dragged Wade out, they had shopping to do.

"So, after we are done shopping, I want to drop by and see someone."

"Who?" Peter asked as they walked.

"You will see." Wade smirked.

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The doctor cleaned up her living room and pictured up a newspaper Mr. Wilson was probably reading as Peter was in the examination room. She looked at the front cover and read the headline, 'There is a Snake in Stark Corporation! Tony Stark is a Mutant!'

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