That wasn't a fun job. The killing was 100% justified and entertaining. But having to help the victims sucked any joy Wade had.

It was an underground junkie den, a couple of main guys and 30 or so goons. Their whole process was to kidnap young girls and woman in clubs, drag them off to a bunker and train them as hookers. Good behaviour was rewarded by getting them strung out on drugs until they overdosed and bad behaviour punished by beatings. So tearing and blowing them apart was the most fun Wade had had in a long time. But then he needed to help the girls into a van and leave them at the hospital. Couldn't walk in covered in other people's blood without the police bothering him, which wouldn't help them either, and he'd rushed the job on purpose to get back to Peter as quick as he could.

It was already a struggle saving a crack den full of hookers, given he effectively had a rescue hooker at home. It had been a day, but Peter was wonderful to be around. He was funny, sassy, sweet and really sexy. Wade and Yellow were falling already, much to White's dismay. So being in an environment like that, a place that Peter may have ended up in at some point, was making Wade a little stir crazy. Seeing a small girl with doe eyes covered in bruises and cowering in a corner didn't help one bit. It actually spurred Wade to be more violent, wanting to protect Peter even if he wasn't there. Not even Whitey wanted to speak up when Wade was in that mood.

He was home by 3, would have been sooner if he wasn't covered in blood in broad daylight and forced to stay out of sight. And he decided it was better to hide the suit and clean up before he told Peter he was home. He also took a moment in the shower to give himself some tender loving care, as not touching Peter seemed like an increasing issue. He left the shower to text Peter directly after, not wanting to mellow in the shame of having a wank in the shower over his new hooker roommate. He knew it was pathetic without having Yellow and White tell him. He was just pulling a hoodie on over his t-shirt when the door opened.

"Honey, I'm home," Pete sang.

Wade chuckled, pulling his mask on while deciding to stay without gloves. He skipped out to greet him in the living room, gushing like a loving housewife. Peter laughed and explained he was only across the street, as a café on the street had WiFi and he wanted to download the curriculum of research for his college classes in September. He asked how Wade's job had gone, making the man tense and looking concerned. Wade explained it was hard, wanting to ask Peter a question before he did. After his baby boy nodded, Wade asked how he got into prostitution. He could still see the shaking, doe-eyed girl in his mind, and he needed to know it wasn't the same.

Peter sat down, tapping the sofa cushion next to him so Wade would sit beside him. Then, he cuddled in close, head resting on Wade's shoulder and linking their fingers together. "Will you tell me about your job first? It wasn't on record from your interview, so I'm curious about it. About you."

Wade started his story in the army briefly, before the dishonourable discharge. Then with his skills and confirmed kill count, he delved into mercenary work. Now he was the best, charged an extortionate price and often came home covered in blood. He explained that was why he hadn't wanted Peter home when he got there, because he'd demolished an underground whorehouse where the girls had been kidnapped and drugged into sleeping with strangers. He tightened his hand on Peter's, describing the little one curled in a corner that reminded him of Peter.

"I dropped out before I could graduate high school. My parents had died when I was a kid, so I was living with my aunt May and uncle Ben. Then he got shot and aunt May got diagnosed with cancer. I was the only person left to look after her, so I left school to be there for her. I couldn't get a job, was too young for a lot of things but I needed the money for our bills. In the end, I started sneaking out at night after my aunt fell asleep to get quick cash. Although I never mentioned my age. It's where I caught up with MJ. And May died anyway, so I went to stay with MJ. Now I only pay for half the bills and the hospital bills I have left."

"First question. Why never mention your age?"

Peter smiled sadly, "cos prostitution is illegal, but worse when the hooker's only 15. Kept me in business."

Wade tensed, grip tightening on Peter's hand, though he didn't seem to mind, "okay, the second question. How are you still paying off the hospital bills?"

"The rent and utilities are expensive, along with half the food shopping. And I don't charge as much as MJ, I don't go as far as she does. The only things on my menu are handjobs and dirty talking or a protected blowjob. The rubber tastes disgusting, but it's better safe than sorry. I couldn't do more. I've considered it, but I feel disgusting enough after blowing someone, I wouldn't be able to handle having someone inside me like that without feeling entirely ruined."

"Last question?" Wade asked slowly, and Peter nodded. "Has anyone ever, you know, pressed the issue with you before?"

Peter chuckled, "oh they've tried. Most try to get me on my back, but no one ever has. I'm stronger than I look, remember? It's why I work the same streets as MJ, so I can keep an eye on her. And I'm begging this service works out for her, so she can stop and be looked after and I can stop worrying about her. She gets to meet the guy in a few days."

"I can look out for her, you know. I charge an extortionate amount of money, I can keep the apartment paid for in case it doesn't work for her," Wade promised. "I have more money than I spend anyway, and I want you happy. Your smile is too beautiful to not shine all the time."

That made said smile flash across Peter's face, the boy curling into his side more and thanking him. Warm pressed against Wade's masked cheek, making him wish he'd kept it off so he could feel those plump lips on bare skin. Peter promised to pay him back, and Wade just chuckled.

No need. We'll do anything for our pretty angel boy.

All he needs to do is fall in love with the dangerous mysterious merc. Wade would do anything for him then, because he's a moron.

Can't disagree there. I'll do anything for his perky ass even without it.

Pathetic.

Saddo.

Yeah, yeah. Whatever.

A/N: I have planned out where things are going. Admittedly, there's not a lot of action and problems, because I can't stand to see my character's hurt, so it's mostly fluffy with next to zero problems. Like all my other works :)