Rewind a bit and cue Peter's pov.

Staring at the paper flower Peter feels panic wash over him. No, no, no, no.

"You're..."

Recoiling at the betrayal in the voice Peter looks up meeting Wade's confused eyes. "I.." ...can't do this. "I have to go."

Turning Peter hurries over to the closest window. Opening it he quickly shoots off a web.

Swinging he almost looses his grip when he hears the sound of a gun firing.

Flipping up onto a nearby roof Peter quickly moves to look back.

Eyes wide with disbelief Peter stares back at Wade's apartment. "Did he... Did Wade just try to shoot me?"

Even as he says it Peter can't make himself believe it.

Shaking his head Peter backs away from the roof edge. "No. No, there must be some other reason for the gun fire. Wade would never shot at me." Would he?

Staring down at the roof Peter can't figure out a rational reason for Wade to have fired the gun.

But my spider-senses didn't trigger. That means that he wasn't shooting at me. But what was he shooting at then?

Frowning in frustration Peter can't shake the feeling that the bullet wasn't meant for him.

Looking back up concern starts to claw at him. "Maybe I should I go back to check that nothing happened."

Closing his eyes Peter takes a deep breath. "Yeah. Great idea. First run away from him like a coward and then swing back like nothing happened."

Exhaling in aggravation Peter turns and walks further in on the roof. Leaning against a wall he smiles self-deprecatingly. "As if he would want me there. Even if something's happening he wouldn't need me."

Sighing Peter slides down the wall. What a hero I turn out to be.

Hugging his legs Peter rest his forehead no his knees.

Everything was going so well. And then...

Swallowing Peter feels like he's choking. "Why did I run?"

Feeling his eyes start to burn he closes them. "Why did he keep that stupid napkin?"

-..-..-..

Feeling like he's been sitting there for hours Peter is just about to move when he's suddenly grabbed and slammed up against the wall.

Snarling Wade presses a gun against him. "Why didn't you tell me!?"

Teeth clicking from the impact Peter stares at Wade with wide eyes. Opening his mouth he tries to say something, anything, only for something on Wade's chest to catch his attention.

Eyes flickering down Peter feels his mouth go dry. The gun shot...

Getting impatient Wade shakes him slamming Peter into the wall once more. "Why!?"

Swallowing Peter can't do anything but stare at the bloodied hole in Wade's suit.

"What... What did you?" Raising a hand Peter reaches for Wade's chest.

Flinching away from the hand Wade lets go of him stepping back. "Don't."

Tearing his eyes away from the bullet hole Peter worriedly looks up at Wade. "But-"

Sneering Wade points the gun back at him. "Stop! Just stop it. I figured it out. It's over now! Let's just laugh and be done with it. Ha, ha!"

Utterly confused Peter stares at Wade. "What are you talking about?"

Chuckling Wade gestures over at Peter with the gun."Never saw it coming from you though. Well done, Spidey." Clapping his hands he gives Peter an impressed once over. "You tricked me completely!"

"I didn't mean to trick you!"

Pointing the gun back at him Wade practically growls. "The game's over. Stop playing!"

Ignoring the gun Peter steps forward."Please, Wade. I'm not playing."

"I said STOP!"

Frustrated Peter steps even closer. "No, you stop and listen to me! I'm not playing. I didn't mean to trick you."

Shaking his head Wade refuses to listen. "You're lying!"

"I'm not lying!" Why won't you believe me?

"Then why didn't you tell me!"

Steeling himself Peter tries to explain. "At first I didn't say anything because I didn't want to reveal my secret identity. I though you would leave and that you had left. Then you just showed up at the coffee shop. And-"

"And you decided to play around with me!" Wade spits out interrupting him.

"No! Of course not! I was in shock. I didn't know what to do and you seemed so happy!"

"Then you got a phone to be able to call me and you kept asking me for help. And I didn't know what to do because I didn't want to make you upset. Then you started to show up for lunch. And we watched Star Wars. And, and..." Making a frustrated noise Peter desperately looks at Wade for understanding.

Looking uncertain Wade slowly lowers the gun. "What?"

"I started to really care about you. I think I..." might have even fallen for you

Cutting himself off Peter goes quiet with sudden realization. Have I?

Closing his eyes Peter takes a deep breath, trying to sort through what he's feeling.

Opening his eyes he catches a glimpse of the bullet hole in Wade's suit. Just thinking about losing Wade and his warm smiles makes his gut clench painfully.

Swallowing thickly Peter looks up at Wade with pleading eyes. "I really like you, Wade. Please believe me."

For a moment they simply stand there looking at each other but then Wade suddenly frowns and shakes his head. "Shut up."

Taken aback Peter blinks in confusion.

Grimacing Wade clutches at his head. "Shut up!"

Worried Peter steps closer. "Wade?"

"I said: SHUT UP!" Raising the gun he points it at his head.

"Wade!"

Wanna know my working title for this?
Origami.

Next chapter will be the last one.

Eh…. sorry for the cliffhanger thing... again... sorry...