Hi! I'm back! I'm so excited it's chapter 10, wow. It feels like it's been a while, anyways Deadpool has been going mad wanting to see his Spidey babe and Peter has been nagging on what to do now so here goes chapter ten! I hope you have liked it so far, I had recived a suggestion about writing in between quotation marks but hoenstly I don't think it fits much with the loud and sexy voice Deadpool. He's just to expresive and I had problems writing it on the rough draft, it just didn't feel right, so sorry. Just as a recount Peter was in the benches with Gwen and MJ telling them everything but now, wondering what Deadpool's been up to?... Want to find out? Keep reading.

So... You have no idea were Peter lives? He was asking the near spiderweb that sayed slightly in the wind under a branch of an oak tree. The poor spider had run and hid ages ago once it saw Deadpool come close, you know, spidey sense (wink). Ya' gonna talk or not!... ofcourse I know spiders can't speak but it could lead the way!... Oh shut the fuck up, it was HIS idea in the first place. Wade argued with his voices when a small soccer ball hit his toe, it came from deeper in the park were a very small boy stood still wide blue eyes digging into the mercs costume. Wade was caught by those baby blue eyes that looked so much like his eyes. Hush! maybe the kid knows. He spun, took the small ball in his big hand and walked towards the boy. The boy was a strawberry blonde, small long sleeve navy blue shirt and small brown shorts over tiny car shoes with blue and red lights on the side. Deadpool stood a few steps from the child before he kneeled down and handed over the ball. The boy stared for a moment and instead of touching the ball he touched Deadpool's index finger and looked over at him. Big fingers. You have big fingers! The boy said amazed. Wade was a bit confused but, it was a child after all, all they say never makes sense. He decided to play along in his innocent question. Yup. You see I have to have big fingers to grab someone. The kid laughed not understanding and because Deadpool had said it with a voice the type you use with a cute dog.

The small child still held his finger when he asked, Are you a superhero? Deadpool had never been asked that, it was obvious he was, well... No, I'm Deadpool. The child looked confused but that was answer enough. He giggled and suddenly he looked sad. I'm lost. Big brother isn't with Noah. Wade gulped, he never deals with hero stuff or little kids. Oh, well.. Me too! He smiled wide. The boy's brows knitted together and his tiny lips pouted. But you're big. Big boys dont't get lost. Wade shrugged, Well sometimes even big boys get lost. But it's okay. So... I have to go, good luck finding your brother! He gave the boy the ball and stood but the boy quickly grabbed his finger. Can you take me home? Wade choked on the childs words. Before he could say no the big blue eyes burned his own, it reminded him so much of Peter... Erm.. Noah's eyes became watery and looked so sad, Mr. Petey would help me. Deadpool looked at the child more seriously, Petey? As in Peter? Peter a big boy with blue eyes, brown hair and cute lips? Noah looked up as in adding up all the information when he nodded excited. Yes! Aunty May said Petey had cute lips! She gave me cookies! Wade grabbed the kid by the underarms and picked him up, I'll take you home! The boy clapped and giggled. I am sooo smart! Wade praised himself as he nearly ran through the park looking for the kid's home.

Meanwhile... Peter, I would have reacted the same if I was scared. MJ patted his back, Peter just sighed. So, do I just say sorry? Gwen nodded as she fixed her hair behind her ear. Just be honest, simple but not too blunt. She'll understand. Peter nearly choked on his breath. Wade was a man, a very manly man. Peter nodded, he had too say he was sorry and fast before Wade hated him, he stood and said his goodbyes. MJ had work and Gwen still had class so it was no use staying alone in the university so he left. He felt so heavy, is hands felt cold, his chest hurt he even felt the tips of his hair hurt. Depression mode was to full capacity and the chilly weather didn't help. Everywhere he turned, close and from afar couples would use the weather as in excuse to huddle closer, for him to share his coat, for her to cuddle under his arm, for everyone to remind him that when you say mean things your lover feels it bad.

But if he ever wanted to fix anything he had to go and mend things before anything else happens. In matters of love he was never the genius but he wasn't stupid either. He went to where it all started. He ran to that rigid tree he had fallen upon that day and placed himself over his "favorite bench", he never had realized how close this place was from his university or how lonesome the park really was. Even though he felt it was close he had ran for almost an hour to get there but the adrenolyn rush and the fact that he was in optimal condition due to his hero duty made it able for him to run so fast for so long without any apparent sweat. He let a deep huff as he brushed his hair back with his fingers. Once his heartbeat settled down a bit he fully appreciated his surroundings. It was mostly empty, not a soul in the small park-like site. A very small fountain in the center of the place and trees, many trees, nothing interesting but there was something magical about the place. So peacefull, so pure atmosphere and filled with tiny flowers around the trees. They were so cute to admire. Somehow he felt it as in his own secret piece of heaven. There were houses around the place, very familiar houses but then, everything was familiar to him. As a superhero you know almost every inch of the place you protect.

He let his head lay back so the nape of his neck rested on the back rest of the bench and inhaled slowly. I'm here... so now what? Why did I need to be here? He had run so far to be here, but, why exactly? He himself couldn't answer that. He simply had felt the urge to run here, to be here. He closed his eyes trying to find a reason as of why did he want to be here, to no avail. He was so relaxed and at peace that he was at the verge of falling into the arms of Morpheus when a small and cold raindrop landed right over his right eyelashes. Startled blue eyes blinked back to reality when they paused over dark rain clouds above them. Just as Peter realized what that ment rain fell pouring rapidly over him as if eager to touch his skin. It took 3 seconds under the shower before he reacted, he sat up but did nothing else. This is it. It's too late now, he probably hates me now and this is the most obvious sign. I don't know what to say or what to do... Give up. A small voice in his head said what he feared the most. Give up. He had never even tried anything in the first place, he was the one who got close, so, how to give up when you never even tried? Was this even love? For all he knew it was just the aftershock of a twisted form of gratitud or the extended version of the afterglow of sex. It could've just been an exageration from the very beging. Maybe all this time hs been a misunderstanding? Have I misunderstood everything?

So many things kept popping inside Peter. And it all lead to the thousands of things he had misunderstood. It's not love... It never has been. Making that realization he felt like a huge drama queen. He stood dripping wet under the rage of the rain almost lifeless. Eyes wide in shock, lips parted and slouching shoulders. Reality had hit him after so long it seemed. But.. It hurts. The same small voice called out as a tear slipped from his eyes blending in the rain that rolled over his cheeks. Why.. As his trembleing lips pronounced the unanswered question tears rolled down as if there were no tomorrow. Eyes still wide opened yearn to close but were unable to. Peter couldn't articulate anything, all he could do was ball his fists and hope to stop crying. Right now... I wish you were here. And without a sound his lips said Wade. And as ironic as it seemed someone in particular was waving as he walked closer from behind the fountain.

Okay here was chapter ten! (Round of applause) I kind of hit the dramatic side a bit during the story but I mostly wanted to explain how Peter felt (even though in many parts it was a bit dramatic and poetic) so it would be easier to understand what is going to happen in chapter 11. I hope you liked this story and if you did please follow, add to favorities and recommend to all fans of this couple or anyone you know likes this genre. Thanks for all your support. It's amazing how many people read this fic and I'm happy to be to your liking. Also please coment anything you like. Let me know how much you like or dislike this fic, any questions about the story (no spoilers will be given) if you would like something to change or just a "Love this fic!" is fine. Until next week! Chapter 11 will be very sweet (wink).