Harry rubbed the side of his face against the soft cotton of the worn hoodie Wade was wearing, before resting his cheek there, against the back of Wade's neck. One of his arms was wrapped around Wade's shoulder and neck, the other hand he had resting on the big man's opposite shoulder. His legs were secure around Wade's waist.

He vaguely thought it was probably a weird sight but he didn't think about it too much. He'd gone to a healer and gotten some potions to speed the healing process and dull the pain of the concussion he had. His head still hurt, though, and the potions had made him sleepy as well so he hadn't argued too much when Wade had insisted on carrying him.

They were both fussing over him, being a little too overprotective and Harry was too tired to protest that either, although it wasn't helping with his feelings, that was sure. He'd heard that a lot of people didn't remember things when they got concussions, and he wished he didn't remember what he'd said just after the injury.

They weren't acting different, but Harry still felt awkward and embarrassed about it. Maybe they'd just ignore it. That would probably be best. As painful as it was to watch them together, losing them as friends would be so much worse.

Harry played with the frayed edges of Wade's hoodie and drifted a bit, his worry over what he had said and how they might react receding because of exhaustion. He fell into sleep before they even made it to the right floor.

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They were in the elevator when Peter had to reach up and press a hand to Harry to keep him from slipping down on Wade's back. The worried frown hadn't left his face since he'd found Harry in that café.

"He asleep?" Wade asked, looking over his shoulder and getting a more secure grip on Harry's legs.

"Yeah. Here." He pulled one of Harry's arms from around Wade's shoulder and let him drift back some, until his back was against Peter's chest. Wade turned once Peter had him secure and then swung him up into a bridle carry.

He looked incredibly small in Wade's arms like that. Some kind of warmth invaded his chest as he watched Wade carry him down the hall after the elevator had stopped. Wade had been so careful with Harry over the last several hours. Peter wasn't surprised. He'd gotten injured several times since they'd been working together and he'd been the same with Peter.

There was this thought that he probably should be jealous at the way that Wade held Harry closely, carefully against his chest, at the soft, concerned look in his eyes, at the way that Wade had held Harry's face in his hands just after the injury, looking so worried and fond at the same time.

He wasn't, though. How could he be with his own feelings?

When they got into Peter and Harry's apartment, Wade went straight for the couch. He'd bought the thing and it was large enough to fit all three of them. They ended up on either end, Harry in the middle, head resting on Peter's chest, feet in Wade's lap. It wasn't until they were settled that he decided to speak up.

There were times during the years he had known Wade, where Peter was convinced that the older man could read his mind. It usually happened during fights, where they were on such the same wavelength that they could use these chain attacks without talking at all.

He'd felt that even more since they had finally gotten together.

When Peter looked up from Harry after he'd fallen asleep, his fingers still in the man's hair, and met blue eyes, and he felt it again. Wade tilted his head and his lips quirked up into an almost smile.

"You love him." A statement, not a question.

Peter squeezed Harry just a little bit tighter, and huffed out a laugh when Harry started drooling into his shoulder. "You love him," he said.

And, yeah. He could see it in Wade's eyes. This was a thing. It wasn't something he needed to keep quiet about. It wasn't something he needed to feel ashamed about.

"I think I should put him to bed. You staying?"

Wade didn't bother to answer that verbally, instead standing and lifting Harry out of Peter's arms and carrying him towards the bedroom. Peter sat there for several seconds while a weight lifted from his chest, a smile forming, before he followed.

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When he woke up, still feeling like he could sleep for another day at least, he was sandwiched in-between two bodies. He had only moments of disorientation before he realized that his face was pressed into Peter's tee-shirt and that the larger body behind him was Wade.

He stared for a moment. His head still hurt, and he was still so tired but he brought a hand up, twisting his fingers lightly in Peter's shirt. It was nice, being where he was, being between them. He'd like it to be like that more. He didn't notice that he'd woken them up until a hand worked it's into his hair and he looked up at Peter.

"Hey," Peter said, smiling at him. "You feel any better?"

Harry shrugged, looking back down at Peter's shirt. "Some." He was aware of it when Wade shifted behind him.

Peter's hand moved to his face, his thumb grazing Harry's cheek and lifting his head again. The gesture was seemed more…intimate than anything else Peter had ever done with him and he couldn't help but to be a little surprised.

Peter dipped down and kissed him softly then, briefly. Nothing more than a peck really but it left Harry staring at him in bewilderment. He opened his mouth to ask but was cut off when Wade draped an arm over both he and Peter.

"Told you, kitten. You're the center." And he dragged them both even closer.

The message was there, and the fear Harry had had over their reactions lifted some. He pressed his face into Peter's chest again. If his head wasn't still hurting, if he wasn't still exhausted, he might have been more surprised, might have questioned them more, or let doubt make him question it.

For the moment, he closed his eyes, smiling. The thought that maybe they did feel the same, that everything would work out exactly how he wanted it was the last one he had as he fell asleep again.