Chapter Seven Pt. 2

Atop the Ferris Wheel felt like being on top of the world. That's what some people would say but Spiderman had been higher than this while flying through New York's pleasant smog filled streets. But for some reason having Wade next to him filling his ears with constant chatter made a warm feeling pool in Peter's stomach.

"And then the guy just had to piss me off by spoiling the ending so of course I had to teach him a lesson. I mean who does that? What fucked up moron just ruins the fucking ending of Harry freaking Potter for another person? Dipshit totally crushed my dreams of a Drarry ending."

"You had to know there was not enough chemistry for that to be a possibility." Peter pointed out.

"Bullshit! Seven freaking books and you have Harry either stalking Draco or Draco flirting with Harry by antagonizing him just to get him to look at him. There is no possible way those two were not fucking each other, especially after the sixth book."

"Didn't Harry nearly kill Draco?"

"What's a little maiming between lovers? I'm pretty sure if you had the balls you'd be killing me weekly." Peter frowned at Wade's certain tone.

"I wouldn't do that." Peter murmured.

"Aw, you ole' softie. Nah, you'd probably tie me up and gag me. Which by the way is totally one of my turn on's." Wade chuckled. Peter was so glad, for the thousandth time, that a mask covered his face. The image of Wade tied up and helpless was not something he needed to think of. Though it was a pleasant thought. Peter shoved that image to the back of his mind for further analysis later when he was alone. "-that's just me. But if you want you can pour hot chocolate on your body. I'll bet you're kinky as fuck."

"We are not talking about this." Peter ordered firmly. Mainly because he was afraid lil' Spidey would come out to play if Wade kept talking like that. "Not now and definitely not anytime soon."

"Kill joy!" Wade pouted. Peter only chuckled. In one unsuspecting jolt the Ferris wheel came to a stop, making the two super humans tense. Peter moved to look below them to make sure no trouble was happening. The man operating the ride didn't seem to be panicking and no one was screaming so Peter assumed all was good. Not that he trusted that but his spider senses weren't going off so everything must be okay.

"It's fine. Just people getting on." Wade confirmed.

"How crappy must life be if we can't relax enough for one date?" Peter wondered not expecting a response.

"Speak for yourself babe," Wade half-groaned/half-moaned as he stretched his upper body. "I'm as relaxed as a cucumber."

"Don't you mean cool as a cucumber?"

"I know what I mean. Now," Wade twisted around so fast Peter was almost afraid the pod would tilt and spill them out. Not that it would be a problem but so far everyone thought they were just teens wearing prize masks not the actual Spiderman and Deadpool. "Petey honey pie, what's say you show me the man under the mask?"

"Not happening." Peter deadpanned. Wade pouted.

"Why? Come on, I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

"I can't believe you're still whining about my face. You got my name."

"And I will happily scream your name to the heavens in and out of the bedroom but I also want to see if my hunch about your face is correct." Once again heat had returned to Peter's face.

"No."

"Oh come on. I've practically seen every inch of your body already."

"When have you ever seen-"

"You wear spandex. Doesn't leave much to the imagination. Although II do lIke to imagine all sorts of things about your skin." Deadpool cackled. "Got any tattoo's?"

"No! And you should have a good idea of what I look like. God knows you fantasize about me every chance you get." Peter grunted.

"I can't help it. You have a very... Supple rear end." Peter rolled his eyes at the mention of his ass.

"Keep away from my butt Deadpool. I warned you already don't make me do it again."

"Fine. But you have to admit with the two of us way up here and no one else in sight, it's very romantic." Once again Wade was invading Peter's personal space. "What do you say about a proper kiss?" Peter was instantly aware of the heat radiating from Wade. "Hmm? Petey? How about a kiss from good ole' Wade? We've already done it before."

"Deadpool..." Peter warned. Wade sighed but moved back.

"I know, I know, you're not ready. Can't blame a man for trying." And just like that Wade was slouched in the seat across Peter. "So what else are we supposed to do on this date? It's been a while before I've actually been to a carnival." Peter couldn't ignore the underlying emotion in Deadpool's overly cheerful voice. The Merc did a good job of hiding his emotions but Peter could always hear the tinged sadness and other emotion hidden in his voice. He didn't want Wade to go home sad and do something like kill himself again. Life should be cherished, not taken for granted. But if the Merc didn't want to be around Peter anymore tonight he could give him an easy way out.

"If you're tired we can leave." Peter offered.

"Why aren't you just a thoughtful gentleman?" Peter swore Wade was batting his eyelashes at him. "We haven't even impressed you with our strength yet baby boy. Not to mention our aim." Deadpool stage whispered, "Btw, I never miss."

"I know that already." Peter reminded, ignoring the double entendre. "And as for strength, did you forget I'm stronger than you?"

"Ooh, save save that dirty talk for the bedroom baby boy. You're gonna make me burst right here and now." Wade clicked his thumb like a gun, somehow managing to make his masked eye wink.

"Shut up Wade." Peter hissed feeling heat spread from his cheeks to his ears. The ride chose that moment to continue it's cycle. Once the Ferris Wheel came to a stop at the bottom Peter practically leapt out. Wade snickered knowing he'd gotten to Peter. Peter dragged Wade to almost every single stall and game the carnival offered.

It worked to distract Wade long enough to win first prizes when it was his turn to play.

"How are you going to carry all those back?" Wade asked indicating the seven stuffed animals Peter currently carried in his arms while Wade fed them both kettle corn.

"I'll just wrap them in webs and carry them like a bag pack. Won't be that hard."

"Hah! Just wait, we aren't even half done." Wade promised pulling him to a ring toss game next. Of course he didn't miss a single ring and got a big stuffed panda bear.

"You're carrying that one you ass." Peter growled when Wade tried to pawn it off on Peter.

"But I was gonna try the Test Your Strength game. I gotta show off all these muscles." Deadpool made a show of flexing his muscles. Peter snorted a laugh but followed Deadpool to the Testosterone Sizer.

"Step right up and test your strength! You sir, come right on up and take a try. Only $5!" The man advertising the game called Wade's already focused attention. "A good way to impress a date and show your mighty strength."

"Alright quit selling yourself Bob, I'm gonna win and get the top prize." Wade boasted.

"Many have tried sir. But that Pikachu remains here with me looking for the strongest man alive." Peter chuckled as Wade's chest inflated. The mallet wasn't very heavy for Wade, in fact it was a pretty good size and weight to smash some heads in with, but those were thoughts left in the dark. Wade swung the mallet and struck the weight as hard as he could. Part of him hoping to break the machine to impress Peter.

The weight rose higher and higher, passing Useless, Pathetic, Weakling, Puny, Average, and Strong surprisingly well, but had slowed considerably enough to struggle to pass Mighty. Wade's eyes bugged as the weight made it to Impressive but got no further. The bell trilled happily as the vendor congratulated Wade.

"Good job son. I got just the prize for you here." The vendor held out a stuffed turtle for Wade to take.

"Oh I'm not done with you yet." Wade growled. Peter felt a slight tingle at the back of his head causing him to drop his stuffed animals and grab Wade's wrist.

"How about you let me try Wade?" Peter asked. Wade hesitated. "Come on, you've been winning me prizes all night. Why not let me win you something? Please?" Wade's silence lasted another minute before he nodded.

"Alright, but you better not get stuck at Mighty. I will be severely disappointed if you can't make it past Strong." Wade threatened as he handed another $5 to the vendor who chuckled at Peter's slight frame.

"If you'd like I can try setting the weight to 'easy' for you."

"What's it on now?" Peter asked.

"Well I have it set to 'hard'." Peter nodded.

"Good. Keep it there."

"He better break this thing." Wade grumbled to himself. "No he has not." Peter didn't know what Wade and the voices were talking about but he could guess. So Peter relaxed his control over his super strength and swung the mallet. The weight didn't even slow down as it shot right past the levels and hit Jackpot so hard the resulting clang sounded like something important had broken.

"Wow, hope I didn't break anything." Peter chuckled sheepishly. The vendor gaped as Peter handed back the mallet. "I can take the Pikachu right?"

"Uh... Wha... How..."

"I'll take that as a yes." Peter grabbed hold of the large stuffed yellow mouse and handed it over to Wade who was shaking with laughter. "I thought that would be harder."

"Oh I'm seriously thinking of putting a ring on you Petey." Wade cackled. Peter blushed but decided to put the topic to the side in favor of listening to Wade's laughter. True laughter from the mercenary was hard to come by, he wasn't going to mess it up now.

The rest of the night was one whirlwind tornado full of excitement and laughter. Eventually a few people were able to figure out that Spiderman was walking among them after they saw Peter shoot webs when he thought no one was looking. Wade got them out of the carnival grounds before it got to crazy.

"Thanks for tonight Wade. It's been a while since I had this much fun." Peter said as they got out of the taxi.

"No kidding. Have a nice night Dopinder!"

"Your welcome Mr. Pool! Mr. Spider!" The quirky Indian waved before leaving the two super humans. Wade held the door open for Peter.

"Although I have to admit, I really wanted to win the Pikachu for you." Peter snorted

"I honestly don't think I could find a place for him. It's better he stays with you." He indicated the other fluffy animals he was already carrying. "I've got them to keep me company."

"I'd like to keep you company too." Deadpool flirted. "All night and all day."

"Not a good idea when the Avengers are down the hall." Peter quipped. "I don't think you'd enjoy Black Widow killing you."

"I don't know. She's got some killer curves."

"Don't let her hear you say that." Peter warned pushing the button for the elevator. A comfortable silence settled around the pair as they waited for the elevator. Peter suddenly became all to aware that this was the last date they had signed up for. No more arguing with Tony and Steve was a plus but no more dates with Wade... A sudden hole in Peter's chest became crystal clear.

"I guess this is the last date." Peter murmured slowly. Deadpool tensed.

"It is isn't it?" Peter and Wade stared at each other.

"You know-"

"Do you-" They stopped.

"You should go first." Peter encouraged. Wade cleared his throat.

"Do you think-" The elevator doors opened to reveal Steve in his pajamas on his tablet.

"Po- Steve."

"Oh, hey P- Spiderman. Deadpool. Must have forgotten to hit the floor number again. Oh well. Coming back a bit late aren't you?" Peter coughed sensing bullshit.

"Los- lost track of time."

"Hey Captain, you're looking good. I see Iron Ass hasn't chained you to his side." Wade's too cheerful voice came back. Peter silently wished Pops would just wait, silently. But that was just not to be.

"Wade what have I said about language?" Steve frowned.

"Have you been talking to Colossus?" Wade gasped. "Don't go down that road Captain. You're better than that uptight mother fucker."

"Wade you really should try cursing less. Spiderman, Tony wants to see you."

"O-oh. Right." Peter grabbed his stuffed animals, leaving Pikachu for Wade. "I'll see you later Deadpool."

"Sure thing Spidey! It was nice going on three dates. I can die a happy man- well not really you know what with the 'not-being-able-to-die-at-all' thing."

"Make sure you don't cause any disturbances on your way home Deadpool." Steve ordered pushing the penthouse floor.

"Good night Deadpool." Peter murmured as the doors closed. The elevator started moving.

"Did you have a good time?" Pops asked gently.

"Yeah, yeah it was... nice." Great actually until you came and ruined any chances of me asking Wade... What for more dates? Would he have wanted more dates? Is that what he was going to ask? I should have asked despite Pops' interference. I'm such an idiot.

"Peter?" Peter hummed in response. "I'm sorry about interrupting anything with Deadpool back there."

"It's fine." Peter brushed off.

"... So what's in the webs?"

"Oh, carnival prizes."

"I see. You need any help carrying them?"

"Nah I got it pops. It's just a bunch of stuffed animals." The doors opened. "So where's dad?"

"Where he usually is." Steve answered, accepting Peter's change of subject easily enough.

"Did he say what he wanted?"

"Yeah he said something but it was too technical to understand." Peter nodded.

"Hey Friday?"

"Yes sir?"

"Tell dad I'll be there in a second. I just need to drop something off in my room."

"Will do." Peter continued on his way to his room, dragging the web behind him. Once inside his room he dumped the animals on his bed. The webbing would disappear soon enough, it was already thinning. He could just go right to sleep after Tony was done with him. But first...

Peter slipped his phone out of his pocket and called Wade's number. The phone rang.

And rang.

And rang.

And rang.

And rang.

'Yo it's DP leave a message. Unless you're calling about a mission that needs to be carried out that leaves no witnesses, then you can find someone else.'

"Hey Wade, it's me Peter. Can you meet me tomorrow at four on top of the usual place? I need to talk to you." Peter hung up hoping Wade wouldn't take his message the wrong way and would indeed meet him.

"Sir, your father is an impatient man."

"I'm coming Friday."

GM NASAI: I feel like that got sadder and sadder as time went on. I hope it was just me. Don't worry I'm not ending the story here. There are some loose ends I haven't tied up that I want to end on a happy note. Yes I am a sucker for a happy ending, sue me. Wait, no, never mind that. I don't have the money to pay library fines I can't come back from a lawsuit. Oh and the part about the Test Your Strength game, I have no clue if that thing works the way I made it sound, I just wanted an excuse for Peter to win Deadpool something with his strength. And it worked for me that way so don't be mad.

So on another note, hello all you lovely and wonderful people who have commented, favorited, followed, and generally read my story. I am so sorry for this delay. I meant to have this done for Valentine's Day but unfortunately it didn't happen. Instead I got caught up in work and a very real meltdown on my future plans thanks to my boss who won't stop pressuring me about a certain annoyingly missing object in my life. But it's not my fault.. partly. That sucked and because of that my muse decided 'Nope, GTFO'. I managed to wrangle her back into place by listening to... of all things... the Backstreet Boys. Yes, I am a nerd obsessed with old 90's songs. Call me crazy but I can only seem to write this story whenever I heard slow, sad songs or songs about love. I've done the math. Anyway back on track, I'm hoping to get another chapter out before the end of the month so pray I get on that asap.

Remember to leave a comment as they do help and fuel my desire to get things done. It might not seem like it but it does help. Until next time.