Title: Nine Ladies Dancing

Summary/Notes: Peter's gifter lets something slip and Peter has hope.

Beta'd by the awesome NieceoftheSerpent

Peter shook his head as he checked his mail in the lobby of his apartment building. He'd had a strange run in with Steve and Tony and he really wasn't sure what to make of it.

Making his way to the stairs he thought over the exchange. He and Bruce periodically got together for coffee and chats from time to time. Of course usually it was because of a situation like the earlier intervention but walking into the café to see Steve Rogers and Tony Stark squabbling like little children had been an interesting experience for sure.

*Cue Flashback Music*

Peter tried to creep closer but froze when Tony's gaze landed on him.

"Petey! Come here! You're a college chap so tell old Steve that this place has nothing on Starbucks."

Peter blinked at the billionaire before turning his gaze to Steve who really looked like he wanted to faceplant into the table.

"Ignore him Peter, he's been like a child on a sugar rush all morning. Now sit and visit with us for a while?"

Peter found himself propelled into a chair and barely listened as Tony and Steve continued to bicker. What alternate dimension had he fallen into this morning?

"So how was your day yesterday? Anything interesting?" Tony leaned way over in his face and Peter was even more confused, what in the world?

"No…it was normal? Why? Should something have happened?"

"Once again Peter, just ignore him. Bruce brought to our attention that we should get to know you better and mentioned this place so here we are."

*End Flashback*

Peter shook his head once more and let himself into his apartment. It had been an interesting experience and if he would admit it to himself it was kind of nice just talking to them. Still though he was really suspicious but there wasn't much he could do about it now.

Glancing around his living room he was startled to find DP the plush now hanging from a small zipline in his living room. What in the ever loving fuck?

Then his eyes fell on the ever present little white envelope next to a wrapped gift. He supposed his gift giver must have found DP ….and decided to have some fun...but that was sure a bit embarrassing". DP had been sitting on the extra pillow in his bed and this person had seen it.

Peter hid his red face in his was glad at least that none of the Avengers had been in here as they would have teased him relentlessly. Reaching out he snagged the envelope and tore it open willing his blush away.

"On the 9th day of Christmas

My true love gave to me

Nine ladies Dancing"

"Hey Baby!

This one was not hard. I think I did really good and this is stuff I would love too baby. So I hope you enjoy it. With today being day nine? I'll have to reveal myself to you before too long and I'm a little worried about how you'll react to me. Hopefully it all goes well.

So much love and lots of snuggles

Me"

Peter stared at the letter and felt a bit of sorrow, he really hoped he wouldn't have to tell his sweet letter writer that he wasn't interested. He hoped it was Wade and that in a few short days he would be able to admit his affections without worry of being turned down.

Turning his attention to his gift he opened it and found Pirouettes, Ladyfinger cookies, and nine pairs of socks. All the socks were differently patterned but all were red and blue. He couldn't help but grin those were his colors and he always needed socks. Opening the Pirouettes he stuck it in his mouth so that it was hanging out rather like a cigar and went to rescue DP.

Getting up close to DP he discovered another little letter attached to it from his gift giver.

"Your little friend is adorable but not as adorable as me. Thought he needed some action although I think the real Deadpool would love to be in your bed too."

Peter couldn't help but laugh, yes that was almost admittance there. He was almost positive that Wade was behind this little game but he would play along and feign ignorance and see where Wade was going with this.

He hugged DP to his chest, could his dreams really be within his reach?