Peter sat atop his bed staring blankly at his phone which sat quiet and unused. The college student had been awake for about an hour now, only to find food being brought to his room and his internet connection and phone signals cut off. It didn't bother Peter as much as Tony probably wished it would, however, as it gave time for the younger man to decipher his feelings.
He liked Wade, more than just a friend or occasional partner, but why? He couldn't stand the merc with a mouth when they first met. His jokes where juvenile, his persistence was aggravating, and his flirting made things awkward... at first. The man had started to grow on him after their repeated meetings once he had become Spider-man. The jokes became at least chuckle worthy and the flirting, though a little embarrassing, was flattering, and his determination added to both these traits.
Being a man, it was, in society's opinion, his job to initiate the flirting whereas the woman would be a little more coy and stealthy about it, which was generally how things had gone for Peter, until Wade. It felt nice to have someone openly, no, blatantly show their attraction. It could be embarrassing at times, but to have someone who was willing to possibly be looked down upon just to make you smile or for you to give them a little attention, it showed their dedication.
Then there were his jokes, or more specifically, his positivity. Growing up so close to the Avenger team and S.H.I.E.L.D meant that there was rarely a day that didn't have its serious moments, especially after becoming Spider-man. Even though the young hero cracked jokes and toyed with the enemy sometimes, trying to have fun with the job, it was hard to keep up the act when he was chastised for not being serious. There was always a threat of attack, the knowledge that people's lives were in your hands, that if you weren't vigilant, if you made a little mistake, there would be serious consequences, but not with Deadpool. The mercenary was so positive about life, despite having the harshest experiences Peter had ever heard of. When he hung out with Wade, it felt like the world had been lifted from his shoulders, that he could take a break in patrolling without worrying about what was happening while he wasn't there.
A sudden knock at the door jerked the college student back to the present, finally tearing his blank stare from his phone.
"Peter?" came the familiar voice of Steve. "Can I come in?"
"Yeah, sure." The younger man answered. "I've already figured out what I need to," he said in his mind, a smile creeping onto his face.
The blond slipped in and, once given the okay, turned Peter's desk chair around so it faced the bed and proceeded to take a seat in it.
"So, how did you sleep?" was the first question.
"Alright, took a while to pass out though. What about you? Did dad keep you up all night with his ranting?" The older man couldn't help but chuckle, and Peter soon joined in.
"You'd think, but he decided to spend the night in his lab instead," Steve informed him, slight worry bleeding into his expression. There was a moment of silence before the blond continued, lightly smacking his son's knee. "What was with you last night? I know for a fact that you're better at sneaking in and out of the house than that."
"Yeah, that was stupid of me," the college student admitted with an embarrassed chuckle, as he ran a hand over the back of his head. "I just had something on my mind is all."
"Oh, and what's that?"
"W-" Then he paused. Should he bring Deadpool up after last night's fight? And what about the kiss? His fathers would be furious if they knew, but he didn't want to hide something so important from them. "Wade." Peter admitted, keeping his gaze turned from the disappointed expression he knew his father had.
"Peter..." Steve started, slipping a reassuring hand onto his son's knee. "You know how your dad and I feel about Deadpool. He may seem trustworthy to you, but he's unstable, and we just don't want you to get hurt, physically or emotionally, if he where to turn on you. It's safer if you end the relationship now before you get hurt. You're a smart kid, you understand that right?"
"Yes, I get where you're coming from, but you don't know him like I do. Maybe you should get to know him instead of judging him by his S.H.I.E.L.D profile," said Peter, annoyance at the conversation sprouting up.
"May I remind you that I have met him a number of times-"
"When he's fighting," the college student interrupted, "but have you hung out with him? You should know better than anyone that a person on a mission and that same person hanging out with friends can be very different people. Do you treat dad the same way on the battle field as you do at home?" Peter asked, causing the older man to pause for a moment in thought before speaking.
"Of course not, but Tony and I have a much different relationship than you and Wade."
"That's what you think" the younger man thought, or at least hope. I'm scared to see how they'll react when they find out we might start dating, if they find out. It might be best if I ease them into the idea.
"He's a good guy if you get to know him," Peter stated, out loud this time. "Why not invite him to have dinner, or do some training some time," he suggested, looking at his father's expression as it twisted trying not to show his disinterest, but failing.
"I don't know. Maybe. I'll speak to your dad about this," Steve said as he stood from his seat. "Speaking of which, he should be up soon. I'll see if I can convince him to turn the internet and phone back on okay?" Cap offered, partly as an excuse to get off the subject Deadpool and his dubious merits.
"Thanks, dad," the brunette said with a light smile, not fighting the kiss Steve placed atop his head. "Love you."
"Love you too, and please, try to think about what I said," the older man asked, then slipped out the door before it locked itself again.
It was around an hour later that the phone reception and internet turned on, which became apparent when Peter's cell sprang to life, the short noise that played when receiving a text playing multiple times in a row. The college student actually considered the idea that it might be broken, until he looked and saw that he had 30 unread messages, all from Deadpool.
'Hey there Spidey, whats hangin? I enjoyed our date last night, especially the goodbye. ;)' Was the first text, and so followed more with around 10 minutes in between each.
'I meant the kiss just so you know, I hate saying goodbye to you.'
'Are you ignoring me now?'
'Come on, I know you want me now so let's let our love bloom into a field of passion!'
'Petey?'
'Hey, are you alright? Is it something I said?'
'Or is it the kiss?'
'Are you mad cuz of that? Because you're the one that kissed me!'
'Or is it because you regret it?'
'Don't worry, I like you to! So don't be shy. ^^ Come at me with all your love bro!'
'Hey, come on, don't leave me hanging like this. I've waited years for you to respond to my flirting.'
'Hey, can I tell you a secret? I've actually liked you since you were a sophomore in high school, before you even became Spider-man. I didn't try to approach you then though because you were jail-bait and also I was afraid you'd think it would be weird. (Plus I was terrified of your parents.) But see, I was a good boy and waited, can I have my treat now? :)'
'Peeeeteeeeer! Are you in there?'
'Come on, talk to me buddy.'
'Friend'
'Compadre'
'Please...'
'Come on Petey, don't do this to me.'
'You're so important to me. You're the first person that barely flinched when you saw me without my mask. You put up with my bat shit crazy self longer than anyone else, and you even find hope in me. You're the only one that stuck around and told me I could still amount to something. You've made, and continue to make, me a better person.'
'You know, the reason I've been pickier about my jobs is you. You always scolded me when I un-alived someone, even the bad guys, so I've been trying harder and harder to lower my casualty rating to make you proud. You believe there's a good person deep down in me. Even I don't believe that! But you stuck to it and pushed me to be better, and that means the world to me. That someone's there, to help me, to show me that I don't have to do it alone.'
'I know I'm not as rich or sane as your dads, but I promise I'll do anything in the world to keep you happy. I'll strip to nothin' and streak through downtown New York if you ask.'
'I'll do it, you know I will.'
'If you don't text back I'll take that as I yes.'
'You sure you want me to do this? I'll probably get arrested, but I'll do it for you.'
'Are you ready, I'll probably be on the news so you better be watching.'
'I'm taking my clothes off.'
'I'm walking to the door.'
'…...Peter?'
'OH! I get it! It's like, 6 am, you're probably sleeping, stupid me. Sorry about all the stupid texts, you can just ignore them. I'll let you got to sleep, nighty night Spidey! 3'
'Oh and if you actually don't like me like that, don't feel pressured to date me, I won't do anything stupid if you say no, I understand. The most important thing to me is your happiness, and if you won't be happy with me, then don't do it. Anyway, sweet dreams Peter, hope to hear from you soon.'
And that was the last one. The whole one sided conversation was kind of sad in a sweet sort of way, which brought a blush and grin to the younger man's face. Deciding not to torture the mercenary any more, Peter called Deadpool, who picked up before the first ring even finished.
"Hello!?" came an excited yet curious voice. "Peter?"
"Hey buddy, good morning," the college student greeted, causing Wade to sigh in both relief, and as a way to calm himself.
"Good morning Spidey! How'd ya sleep?" Deadpool asked, with slightly forced pep as he took a seat on the chair that stood opposite the T.V..
"Pretty good, you?" Peter asked as he curled his legs, hugging his knees to his chest.
"Fine, thanks."
"Liar," the brunette responded immediately. "I know for a fact you were up until at least 6:15 and it's only 9 now. You got barely any sleep, if you even went to bed," the younger man deduced. There was a pause before Deadpool let out a laugh.
"Darn it, ya got me. How'd you know I was up all night? Or to 6 at least."
"Your texts," Peter reminded him, fully expecting the silence that followed.
"Oh, right..." the mercenary murmurred, honestly a little scared to hear Peter's opinion about the barrage of messages.
"Look, my dad, Tony, caught me sneaking back in so he cut off the phone signal as punishment, that's why I didn't respond. Plus I was kind of sleeping," the younger man said, putting some of Wade's fears to rest.
"Oh, okay. Sorry about all that, a little overkill I know," Deadpool replied, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, but still with a self-deprecating chuckle.
"I thought it was actually kind of sweet," Peter admitted, bringing a light blush to both men's cheeks.
"Really?"
"Yeah, but don't actually go streaking downtown, okay?"
"Aww, but I had my 'I love Spidey' banner all ready."
"Oh my god Wade, noooo!" Peter joked dramatically, causing laughter to break out between them. Once the laughter died down the phone call went silent again, neither quite sure how to bring up what they were both thinking. Finally, Deadpool spoke.
"Sooo... how do I go about this? Do I ask you out or was that already done through the kiss and texts?"
"Weeell, I don't recall actually being asked out on a date or anything," the younger man teased. Was it wrong to want someone to ask him out for a change?
"Oh, okay then." Deadpool took in a long breath, held it for a moment, and let it go. "Peter."
"Yes Wade?" Both men felt their hearts pound against their rib cages, as if the organ was about to burst, even though one of them knew the outcome already.
"Would you like to go out to dinner or something with me?" A smile instantly spread across the younger man's face as the giddy feeling from the kiss returned. "I mean, it will probably be just like any other time we hang out but with more hand holding and-"
"I'd love to," Peter interrupted, hearing the excited intake of breath from the older man. "But," The breath was released in a sad sigh. "I can't right now. I'm grounded for who knows how long." he quickly explained, not wanting Wade to think he was uninterested. "They still have to let me go to school tomorrow tho, and I have an hour long lunch break," Peter informed Wade, knowing the school to be a safe place since, thanks to Tony and his money, rules were in place at the school that no one could bombard his son with questions, pictures, or video recording. Though his dad originally set it up so Peter could focus on his schooling, it seemed those rules would work against the man of iron now. "So maybe Wade Wilson could stop by my school and we can hang out then?" He suggested, making it quite clear that he didn't want Deadpool to show up at his school.
"Yeah, that sounds great!" the mercenary exclaimed enthusiastically, like a child whose birthday had just been moved to tomorrow. "I'll see you then."
"Yeah, see you then." There was a pause, neither man particularly wanting to hang up yet. "Wade?"
"Yes sweetheart?" Peter rolled his eyes at the name, despite the warmth in his chest telling him he liked it.
"I'm gonna be stuck here all day probably, you wanna keep talking for now?"
"Sure, I'm all yours. Let's go for a new record, 4 hours here we come!"
I give you a nice big chapter as sorry for the little baby one I gave you last time.
The text caused my editor and I to have serious feels. It hurt, but I think its sweet.
The whole text thing was based off of a friend of mine. He does a similar thing, but when he does it its annoying. When he does it, instead of waiting 10 or so minutes before texting again, he'll text around 7 times in a matter of 5 minutes asking where you went then assumed you just ditched him. I made the concept a lot cuter here though, or at least I think so. Just to be clear, I don't dislike my friend, he's fun to hang out with but he's one of those texters that if you don't reply within 5 minuets, he starts assuming things, which contradicts how I am. (not big on texting)
