The living room of May Parker's house was a cozy room, and felt exceptionally cozy when her weekly knitting group got together. It was a social group, normally consisting of May and three other widows from the neighborhood. They spent their time complaining about the idiots in charge of the city, comparing stories on how to fix household things, snickering about the silly things their kids and grandkids post on Facebook, and mostly getting a good buzz before noon on a couple bottles of wine, all while furiously knitting.

Lately, they were working on hats and scarves to donate to a local children's home. Most of their products went to some sort of charity, be it for kids or the homeless. It gave them something to do while doing something good at the same time. Plus, the wine. Really, after the first couple hours, it was all about the wine and less about the project.

Wade and Wanda were not aware of the wine part of the knitting circle until Peter had the cabby stop by the store on the way to Aunt May's. He chose a bottle of Moscatel and Cabernet Sauvignon, and both the Deadpools gave him a curious look when he got back in the cab.

"Are we knitting or turning into lushes?" Wanda asked with a laugh.

Peter just smiled and said, "Trust me on this."

Wade leaned against Peter, smushing him up against the door. "You know, you didn't have to come with us. I'm pretty sure that Wanda and I could handle whatever the world throws our way at an old lady convention."

Part of Peter wanted to remind Wade that the two of them had been kidnapped and dissected while walking together, but he didn't. Truth was, Wade was right. Before, neither Wade nor Wanda was on high alert. Though they both laughed and joked, appearing calm to someone who wasn't intimately familiar with the habits of a Deadpool, Peter could tell that their eyes were always scanning, their ears slightly pricked. It was the kind of wary alertness that occasionally caused his Spidey Senses to tingle, because at any given moment both were liable to spring into action.

"There's a couple things Aunt May wanted me to fix at the house," Peter said, knowing that Wade could read him just as easily. "Don't want a loose step to doom my aunt to a hip replacement."

"She's very spry, Peter," Wade said with a grin.

Peter giggled, thinking about the side of Aunt May that Wade was about to meet. "Oh, you have no idea."

When the cab arrived, Peter could see two familiar cars on the street and noticed a moving truck parked in the drive of the next house. The place had been on the market for over a year, and Peter had to wonder who the new neighbors were. At one point, Wade had brought up the idea of maybe buying it, and while Peter secretly loved the idea, at the time he wasn't sure if he was ready to sign official mortgage-type paperwork with Wade. Oddly, upon seeing someone else moving in, he realized that he wanted to now.

What that indicated was somewhat confusing for Peter, because he was thinking about legally binding, permanent contracts with Wade Wilson. He told the merc every day that he loved him, and there was no doubt in his mind that Wade felt the same way. And it wasn't just words, it was the actions behind the statements. A million "I love you's" meant nothing without the action backing it up. There was care and consideration, support and friendship. Consistency.

Peter's mind was suddenly considering things like who's last name would they use? Would they hyphenate? Would they adopt? Marriage. Peter was thinking about marriage. And if that wasn't the strangest rabbit trail to go down between the cab door and the front door, he didn't know what was, because he was standing on the top step looking at Wade like he was seeing the stars for the first time. Wade was smiling, saying something to someone, and Peter was in the middle of some kind of epiphany.

"...like some lovestruck teenager," Aunt May's voice said, filtering through the haze. Peter looked at her like he was surprised she was standing there. May grinned, and said, "Well, look who decided to join the rest of the Earthlings."

Peter blushed and let May crush him in a hug, before he said, "Sorry. I was miles away there."

"More like over the moon." May released him, and said, "I was just complimenting your handsome boyfriend and his sweet sister on their excellent taste in wine."

Wade grinned, and said, "That was actually Peter's idea, Miss May."

"Oh, hush," May said with a poke to his chest. "Steal credit like a good boy, and get your butt inside."

Wanda grinned, and said, "I seriously love you, Miss May."

"If you love me now, just wait until after a couple glasses of Nadine's cousin's friend's…" May waved her hand, trying to conjure the word, but gave up and said, "Whatever it is, it's red. Come on. It's time to knit."

Inside, May introduced Wade and Wanda to the other knitters. Nadine Frazier (two houses down and across the street), Edna Jameson (no relation to J. Jonah), and Doreen Brown (house behind Aunt May, very nice cat) were excited to meet the newcomers. Wade was kind of shy about saying hi, which is just his nature with new people and no mask to hide himself. Wanda was all smiles as she shook hands and hugged everyone. Then there was a glass in everyone's hand, and May was pouring Nadine's cousin's friend's zinfandel.

Peter declined, holding up his laptop. "I'm going to work on my thesis."

"Sweetie Petey, still a brain," Edna said with a laugh.

Wade kissed his cheek, and whispered, "What the hell is going on?"

"Knitting day," Peter said with a grin and a peck on his lips.

The minor PDA was greeted with a wolf whistle from both Nadine and Doreen. Wade blushed. Wanda snickered. May told everyone to shut up and take their seats.

Edna motioned for Wade to sit beside her. Wanda took the seat next to Aunt May. For a while, the turned almost business-like in favor of showing the two newbies the basics of casting on their first rows and walking them through the different methods of holding the yarn. They were both using the largest needles in their collection, making a simple scarf that was 10 stitches wide using a chunky gray yarn with little flecks of yellow and red.

Once Wade and Wanda were working on their project, a look of stern concentration on their faces, the other ladies went back to their chatting. Peter let it all turn into background noise as he worked. He couldn't help but smile at the occasional quip from Wade or Wanda.

Peter noticed that Wanda had been quiet during the morning, and (like Wade) looked like she hadn't slept much. Bob was being extra special attentive with her, too. The minion was good at anticipating her needs before she had to ask, and with the way Wanda was looking at him, he had to wonder what exactly transpired in the night. Wanda even asked Bob to come with them to May's, but Bob had some work to do at Agency X. He left once breakfast was finished, and Wanda gave him an extra hug before he walked out the door.

As a testament to just how talented the Deadpools were with their hands, after an hour or so, they were both knitting and purling like they were born doing it. They drank several glasses of wine, getting a kick out of the ladies who were fairly sloshed by that point and abandoning their knitting in favor of petting Wade's so muscular arms (Nadine and Doreen), and giving Wanda a shoulder massage for the ages (Edna). May kept the glasses full, telling stories about her adventures with Wade last Christmas when he took her shopping.

That had been an interesting day, no doubt. Especially when Peter had to come down to the police station and bail them out for disorderly conduct. Peter was furious at the time and spent the entire ride home lecturing Wade and May about their behavior, but when met with their snickering and faux innocent looks, Peter gave up. It was actually a fairly amusing tale of fighting social injustice with plastic candy canes, after which May and Wade were wrapped around each other's pinkies, and Peter knew that he would never know peace again.

One thing Peter was certain of, May would go into joyous orbit having Wade as her son(nephew)-in-law. Peter could easily imagine her standing in a small room soothing Wade's nerves and fixing his tie (or maybe lacing up a dress?), before their small, intimate ceremony with a few close friends. Wanda would probably be Wade's best man. Maybe Bob. Or hell, why have traditional anything? They would probably dress as characters from The Princess Bride and use Star Wars themed vows, and…

"He's doing it again," May said with a giggle.

Peter realized that he was staring at Wade, who was currently two feet into his scarf and grinning at him like the cat who got the cream. There was nothing else to do but giggle right along with everyone else, because he had no idea how long he had spaced out.

Then he heard Nadine say, "Oh my, May. You were right. He is a gorgeous hunk of man."

Wanda snickered, "Checking out the new neighbor?"

May nodded. "Absolutely. He's gorgeous. Name's Armando Dos Veces and is built like a brick wall."

"I love it when you're buzzed," Wade said with a laugh.

"This isn't buzzed, honey," May said with a wave of her hand. She laughed, and said, "I'm pretty much drunk, sweetheart." Then she scrunched her brow at him. "How are you not a little sloshed?"

"High tolerance," Wade answered.

Wanda clinked glasses with Wade, and said, "To exceptionally crafted DNA."

"You really should see this man," Nadine said, waving Doreen over. "No one should be in that good of shape at his age."

May nodded. "I'm aware. I think I'm going to bake some cookies or something."

"Could bring him a bottle of wine," Peter suggested with a grin.

"Not my babies," May said, glaring at him.

Despite the distractions here and there, Peter managed to make some progress on his thesis. Wanda completed her scarf, and Wade had his project neatly wrapped around the needles to finish at home. Wade, Wanda, and Peter each took on the duty of walking one of their elders home.

May told Wade and Wanda they were welcome to come every Wednesday, if they wanted. She also promised to come by for breakfast Sunday before hugging everyone goodbye. Wade told her he expected a full report on her progress with Armando Dos Dreamy Eyes, which earned him a smack on the bottom as she shooed them out the door.

"Your aunt is more fun than a sack full of puppies!" Wanda said as they got in the cab. She sat sideways, putting her legs across Wade and Peter's laps, leaning against the door. "Seriously, though. I'm really glad we did this today. I needed this."

Wade and Wanda fell into conversation about knitting, the complexities of purling, and how they were both grateful for their high tolerance for alcohol (healing factors) because those old ladies could really put away the wine. Meanwhile, Peter found himself thinking about the future again, wondering if it really was the time to move on to a more permanent situation in their relationship. What would Wade say?

With everything that was going on, Peter knew that it wasn't the right time. Maybe once the situation with Stryfe was resolved. Or maybe when he was done with his thesis.

Or maybe when he got the courage to go ahead and ask.