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Wade slid the phone back into one of his pockets before grabbing the kid's backpack, unzipping it as quickly as he grabbed it. He wasn't surprised to find his only friend's suit bundled up in a ball at the bottom of the bag, but knowing that he might have just ruined something between them made him a little uneasy. Deciding to play it cool and grin nervously, he pushed the backpack carefully to the side before looking down at the young man beneath him.

"I gotta say, Spidey, you are a major hottie."

Peter knew he would regret deciding to wash his suit after school instead of doing it the night before, but how should he have known that Wade Wilson, of all people, would attack him before he even got the chance to put his suit on? And yeah, it was his own fault for not at least wearing his webshooters, but today seemed calm enough to hold off wearing them until he put on his squeaky clean suit.

Of course he would be wrong!

Now, he was lying underneath The Merc with the Mouth, staring up at the other with a frown hanging low on his face. Disappointment and anger raged on in his chest like a burning fire, and if he really wanted to, he could just start screaming at Wade right now. Complaining about how hard he had tried concealing his identity from the merc, like his fathers' told him to, seemed to be the most ideal approach Peter had, but something told him that he shouldn't bring that up. After all, Wade attacking him had been a big misunderstanding, since he seemed to have no idea who Peter really was.

Peter was kind of relieved, though. His thought process, not to mention the moment, would have been completely different if what he originally thought was actually what had happened. The moment he saw Wade's mask as he had struggled to get away from the merc just a couple minutes ago caught him off-guard, his struggle weakening. His heart felt as though it dropped into the pit of his stomach, and all because he thought that Wade finally connected the dots and did his research to figure out who Spidey really was. Peter made him promise a little after the first time they met to never do that, and he thought Wade would have respected that.

Blinking, the realization that Wade went completely silent suddenly clicked in Peter's mind, and the teen quickly scanned over his masked face for at least any sign of emotion, but to no avail. Confused, Peter bit his lip and grew increasingly frustrated by the second, his mind racing in question until he couldn't take it anymore. Wade being silent was just not normal, and it made the teen restless. Lifting his arm, Peter grabbed the mask and quickly tore it off, throwing it to the side.

All the anger and frustration Peter felt before was ceased immediately after he saw the look on Wade's face; his usual light and playful expression now replaced with guilt and worry, and his eyes were clouded with nervousness, as though he were afraid of what Peter's next moves were. The teen's eyes locked with the merc's, and he did not dare looking away.

"It isn't that big of a deal, Wade, you didn't know.." Peter reassured, breaking the silence as he propped himself up with an elbow as an act of sitting up. Wade was still on top of him, but Peter figured that this whole situation couldn't get anymore not heterosexual so why not.

"You looked like you wanted to punch me five seconds ago."

"That was five seconds ago, "Peter whispered,
smiling as he continued, "now could you please get off of me? I can't feel my legs..."

Wade lips slowly curved into a small smirk before responding, "I don't know, I kind of like this pose!" he joked, his voice as quiet as Peter's. His smirk turning into a playful smile, Wade leaned in for a kiss jokingly, only to be lightly shoved to the side. The teen chuckled when Wade fell onto the concrete beside him, laughter escaping his lips.

Peter silently basked in the relief that the Wade he was used to resurfaced in the man next to him, yet disappointment brewed in the back of his mind because he knew that this moment wouldn't last too long.

What?

No, he wasn't enjoying himself, he couldn't be! It would only make things worse!

"Who am I kidding…"Peter mumbled, closing his eyes as he lifted his head to face the sky.

"What?"

"What? Oh- nothing…"Peter responded quickly, biting his lip as he stood up.

The teen brushed himself off and sighed, standing still as blood suddenly rushed up to his head from standing up too fast. Blinking the dizziness away, he looked over at Wade and struggled not to smile at the sight.

"Little help getting up?" Wade asked, flailing his arms up in the air in Peter's general direction as he continued, "Pleeeaaase?"

Rolling his eyes, Peter took a step forward and leaned in to grab Wade's hands, pulling him up. He was caught off-guard, however, when the weight of the man pulled him forward, and once Wade was standing he ended up hitting his forehead on the merc's collarbone.

"Mother-"Peter cut himself off, taking a couple steps back as he bowed his head and laughed the pain off for a few seconds. Wade rolled his eyes, yet smiled nonetheless as he bent over and picked his mask up, slipping it on.

Peter blinks slowly as the pain ebbed before looking straight ahead and dragging his feet over to the edge of the roof, looking down at the alleyway below. Maybe, just maybe, he could convince himself to take the day off and actually spend some quality time with Deadpool, as weird as that sounds. There are other superheroes in the city, anyway, so it wouldn't be left unprotected.

Normally he would just try to avoid the merc, but…the look on his face earlier was one he had never seen before, especially on Wade's face. It was different, and that appealed to Peter. It made him want to learn everything about the man he just now decided to trust.

It was odd how he decided to trust Wade immediately after he was almost killed by him, but whatever.

Honestly, Peter had never really grown the urge to know every little aspect of someone's personality until now. Nobody really stuck by him long enough to let those feelings surface, and the only person that has really stayed with him was Gwen. But she was a childhood friend, so that was different! Yeah, they did try out the whole relationship thing in 7th Grade, but honestly that lasted for about three days and they agreed to never mention it again. They were still best friends, though!

"Hey, Wade…are you free today?"

"Well, since I'm not on a job anymore, yeah. Why, is little Petey asking me out on a date?" Wade cooed, winking at the teen before walking over to stand next to him.

"No! I just wanted to know if you were able to hang out for a little while- and don't call me that! Those other nicknames are bad enough..."Peter grumbled, staring down at a stray cat that was currently rummaging through the dumpster below.

"Oh, Petey, I would love to go on a date with you!"

"It's not a- oh, whatever. Now would you mind getting us on the ground? I don't have my webshooters on."

"Wait, aren't you forgetting something?" Wade asked, walking over to the backpack Peter was wearing earlier before grabbing it and slinging it over to the teen, who successfully catches it. Peter watched as Wade walked over to him with a smirk and wrapped an arm around his waist, which immediately caught him off-guard until he remembered that touching was required for Wade to teleport someone else with him. Peter wasn't sure why Wade thought it was necessary to wrap an arm around his waist, though…

Blinking, Peter let out a harsh breath and lost his footing a bit when he was suddenly standing on what he called "the ground below" just a split second ago, leaning against the merc before pushing himself away to gain an acceptable amount of distance between them.

"Where to?" Wade asked, tilting his head and ignoring Peter's stagger.

"Stark Tower." Peter replied hesitantly, slinging his bag over one of his shoulders as he prepared himself for a buttload of questions.

"Wait- you are THE Peter Parker? Tony and Steve's kid?! Why didn't I make the connection sooner, it was practically SCREAMING at me!" Wade shouted. Peter rolled his eyes and smiled, beginning to take a few steps towards the entrance of the alleyway as Wade continued.

"But wait- don't those two hate me? Will sneaky Petey have to hide me in his room?" He teased, grinning as he nudged Peter with an elbow as they turned the corner and began to walk down the busy sidewalk.

"My parents won't be home for two weeks, since they are out on a mission. Pops messed with JARVIS so he only talks when he needs to- I'm sure you read up on the Stark Tower? I don't want to have to explain who JARVIS is…"Peter trailed off, looking up at Wade.

"Yeah, yeah, but- who is 'Pops'? Tony? Oh my god, You call Iron Man Pops?" Wade asked, grinning.

Peter's eyes widened and he quickly looked away to bow his head, embarrassment warming his face as he bit his lip

"I couldn't call them both 'Dad', and when I was seven I gave him a name. 'Pops' seemed to stick…"Peter trailed off, chuckling. He could practically feel Wade's eyes burning into his face, which only made his blush worse.

"Is it weird that I could clearly imagine a seven year-old Peter running around calling Ghost Repellant 'Pops'? Holy shit, I have to get a hold of your baby pictures!" Wade teased, earning him a playful shove.

They joked around like this the whole walk to the Stark Tower, and it was a wonder how Wade was even able to walk down the sidewalk like a normal human being, since he was a red and black neon sign that had a long list of weapons strapped to him. He didn't think too hard about it, though.

Peter stepped out of the elevator after Wade and offered a simple greeting to JARVIS, who didn't respond of course. Wade slid his mask off, his hair messy and sticking out in random directions as he looked around the living room in awe.

"This place is AWESOME!" Wade exclaimed, turning around to face Peter as he practically bounced with excitement. Peter only smiled before walking past the merc and trudging up the stairs, his backpack no longer slung over his shoulder but instead getting dragged up the stairs next to the teen's feet. Wade followed close behind, and once they came up to the top of the stairs and down the hallway the merc broke the short silence.

"Where are we going?" He asked, and Peter suspected that he was looking at every single door they passed(which was a lot of doors honestly).

"Even though I'm home alone, I still like hiding out in my room…"Peter trailed off, sighing. Exhaustion hit him like a tidal wave, and questions were beginning to break the surface in his mind, questions that he didn't really want to ask.

Coming to a stop at his bedroom door, Peter swung the door open and lunged for his bed, his body slamming on the sheets. He dropped his bag next to his bed and closed his eyes, deflating.

"Close the door behind you!" Peter insisted, and was immediately satisfied when he heard the click of the door closing. Taking a deep breath for no reason at all, the teen rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. Wade took a seat at the desk next to Peter's bed, and the younger man grew increasingly aware of the other's silence.

"Alright, spill. No sense stressing out alone, "Wade broke the silence in a low, quiet voice, smiling.

"Do you know why you were offered a job to kill me? I mean, I know you didn't know it was me, but do you think they knew?" Peter blurted out immediately, turning his head to look over at Wade.

"I don't think he knew about you being Spidey and all, but he said he would have done it himself if he wasn't already in prison, " Wade informed, "but nobody is going to run around threatening to kill you, Peter, not on my watch."

Peter swallowed hard and watched as Wade's eyes darkened momentarily, offering a small smile. Nobody has ever really defended him other than Gwen, but that was nothing compared to Wade Wilson threatening to harm someone to protect him.

Blinking, Peter ignored the little flop that his stomach made and continued, "But…who could it be? Nobody I know of outside this superhero business is in prison! Nor does anyone hate me so much to the point where they literally want me dead…"

"Maybe they would use your death as payback for someone else?" Wade suggested, shrugging.

Now that he thought about it, Peter did remember Tony complaining about someone he faced last week being a pain in the ass, but he complains about a lot of people he faces, so he could be sure. At least they were getting somewhere!

"Maybe…"Peter trailed off, sighing. It wasn't every day that someone wanted Peter Parker dead, so he couldn't say that knowing this didn't make him just the slightest bit paranoid to walk home from school. Looking back up at the ceiling, the teen silently thanked himself for finishing all of his homework in study hall as he closed his eyes.

He was so exhausted.

Yawning, Peter curled up before he began to speak once more, "Hey, Wade, you can stay the night if you want to, but I need some sleep. You can sleep on the couch in the living room, or on the floor in he-"He was cut off when Wade jumped onto the bed, getting comfortable beside him almost immediately. "Or in my bed, you decide!" Peter joked, scooting back against the wall so Wade had more room, and so he could respect the other's personal space. Even though Wade didn't exactly know what personal space is.

"You do know it is only four o'clock, right?" Wade asked, smiling as he kept his eyes closed.

"Yeah, but I didn't exactly get too much sleep last night."

Peter didn't come home until late last night, and he still had Biology homework to finish before he could get some rest, so all he really got was two hours of sleep.

Silently thanking Wade for the silence that followed afterwards, the teen forgot about everything he was stressing about earlier to let himself drift off peacefully, which was happening fairly quickly.

He was probably half asleep when he became vaguely aware that an arm was suddenly slung over his waist and something warm and solid was pressed against his body, but he didn't have time to register what was going on before he quickly drifted off into a deep slumber, his head resting against the soft mattress.

God, Peter was in trouble.