Their 7th day. They were already on their last day together. Or maybe last day, other than possessive dirty talk the night before they hadn't talked about it. They hadn't sat down and had a serious conversation about keeping their relationship going. Wade wanted it, he'd considered different date spots and looked at cute gifts that weren't too expensive so Petey wouldn't get mad at him. But when he pointed them out, Peter laughed it off and reminded Wade he didn't want to be showered in presents. Just not wearing his mask and hiding his skin was enough to make Peter happy today.

The worst part was the jealousy. It showed out from nowhere, just suddenly consuming Wade. He felt like the perfect week was ending and his happiness was slipping through his fingers without any way for him to stop it. But all day, Peter kept looking at his phone. He showed him some texts from his MJ friend, who was moving in with her match today. Funny story, it seemed like someone they both knew from school, the rich kid Harry. The guy had fancied Mary Jane years ago but didn't want to ask her out because he didn't know if he was her type or if she'd expect expensive gifts like his girlfriends usually did.

Then Harry started messaging him, wanting to know how Peter had been, what happened with May and to offer his condolences for her passing. Wade wanted to trace this Harry guy's number and smash his phone for taking Peter's attention away from him. And MJ's phone. And whoever the unsaved number was that popped up sometimes and made Peter frown. Especially that unsaved number.

Calm down, you useless twat. Stop being a controlling prick, want to chase him off?

Shut the fuck up! What do you know?

Yeah, get angry. That helps everyone.

Grumpypants :P

Screw you!

"Hey, I made tacos for dinner. Want me to bring a beer in with me?"

"Sure," Wade growled.

He was tense and stressed and taking it all out on Peter without really meaning to. But always the angel, his just shrugged off the tone and brought out dinner with their beers. It smelled delicious, but Wade could barely taste the food that felt like ash in his mouth. This was probably his last meal with Peter, but he was too busy being miserable to make the most of it. Just like he'd been doing all day.

"So, it's the end of the week," Peter started.

"Yeah. I should have taken us out somewhere, done something special with you. Not that there's much to do on a Sunday, but anything would have worked. We should have made the most of our last day together."

"Is it our last day together?" Peter frowned, "I didn't mind how we spent today, even if I was on my phone more than usual because of MJ. I just guessed we'd talk tonight about where to go from here."

Wade parted his lips, not sure whether he planned to beg Peter to stay with brides of anything or threaten to lock the door and not let him leave. Whatever he'd planned to say, the point was that he didn't want Peter to leave. But he didn't say anything, interrupted by the phone chime in Peter's pocket. The sweet thing rolled his eyes, excusing himself to take the call. Which was for the best, it gave Wade a moment to organise his thoughts into what he was planning to say.

"You need me now? Like right now?" Peter hissed. "Fuck, fine. I will do this one job for you. One job. But that's it, I don't want to do this work, okay?"

One job. Didn't want to do work like that. Wade had thought signing up for the service was because he didn't want to be a hooker anymore. And it had worked, what they had was really good and Wade wanted him to stay. But he was still taking this job.

Why?

Because he's gorgeous and you're ugly?

He probably wants someone without mumps and bumps to touch him.

And can you blame him? Who wouldn't need a palette cleanser after touching you?

"I'm so sorry. I wanted to sit down and have a real talk about all this, but I have to make it quick. I have something to do."

"Or someone," Wade chuckled, but it wasn't a happy sound.

"What are you talking about?" Pete frowned.

"I have plans to, so you should just go. I'm sure MJ and Harry can help get your shit tomorrow or something."

Peter barely had time to answer him before Wade had lifted him off the ground and was carrying him to the door. He didn't have self-worth, and Peter was still the best thing to happen to him in so long, but he wasn't going to be messed around. He was the best mercenary on this side of the world, maybe in the whole damn thing. He had enough respect to stop himself from being played. So he needed to get the boy out of his apartment before he forgot that and let himself be used. And while Peter yammered the whole way to the door, it didn't stop Wade from dumping him outside and slamming the door. And neither did the boy's tears. They just made Wade's heart hurt even more.

"Look, I don't know what's going on, but I have to go." Peter sobbed, "I'll be back in the morning to talk about this, okay? I'll be back, Wade.

"I love you."

Wade heard the footsteps fade, not daring to breathe until the sound stopped and even then his first breath was shaky. He'd so thought this was going to work. It was going so well.

Everyone leaves you eventually. If Yellow and I weren't trapped here, we would have left too.

Gone to stay with someone who has more sex.

"Now what am I gone do?" Wade raged, throwing the half-finished dinner against the wall.

Ooo, go kill something! Killing is always fun.

We could kill ourselves. Been over a week since we did that.

"I can't. I have to call Vanessa before I do that shit, or she gets stressy."

Then call her. And when she doesn't answer, put a bullet through your skull.

Ooo, or try to cut yourself to pieces. You haven't had Bea and Arthur out all week, bet they're bored.

The voices had a point to Wade, so he reached for his phone. It was late, she was probably putting Nora in bed or having a bath or something. She wouldn't answer, then he could de-stress in the best way he knew. Well, second best. Cleaning up after himself was a pain, but killing others didn't mean a lot of clean up. So he waited through the rings, listening to the boxes argue on the most fun way to kill him after being left by Peter. And Nessa didn't answer.

Cut your heart out. It's poetic.

You know, I like that.

"Doesn't kill me properly. I'll start healing, barely be out for a minute."

Just shoot yourself in the head. It's quicker.

Haha, cos he lost his head over Peter!

"Yeah, alright. Practical and symbolic. Put that in the suicide note."

You'll be back by morning.

Don't be dramatic.

"Well," Wade grinned, stroking his revolver. "At least I'm not trying to be funny."

The voices argued over which was worse, Wade trying to be funny or being a drama queen. But Wade's mind swirled with Peter. The morning kisses, the tasty meals, the great sex. The way he'd sobbed 'I love you' before he left. He didn't love Wade, if he did he wouldn't have left. He would have stayed to work out their relationship. Wade had wanted him to stay, he wanted to work everything out. He loved Peter, or at least the sweet angel version he'd seen. And it would suck being without him. But at least he knew some immediate medication.

BANG!