Chapter Eleven

Four days after the disintegration

Vision and T'challa had been talking late last night, and Peter only heard them because he couldn't sleep. He was cold without Wade next to him, holding him tightly.

Wade was not doing well. They had been wandering around late last night talking to White and Yellow, cursing and trying not to shout. Peter felt so goddamn guilty, but he really didn't want to face the mercenary. Now, early in the morning, Deadpool was asleep, and Peter was watching them like a creep.

Wanda had tried to interact with him earlier. Spider-Man had waved her off, still upset. If Wade treated him like he was a fragile child, then there was no one who wouldn't, he reasoned.

Vision came over, almost gliding across the sand. Peter frowned, but he allowed the cyborg to sit near him.

"Spider-Man," Vision said. "T'challa and I have decided that it is best for us to rejoin the others. This is a vast and most likely infinite wasteland, and we should find nothing if we stay apart."

Peter shook his head. "But Vision," He said, worry seeping into his voice. "Deadpool got kicked out. They can't go back."

The cyborg sat next to him. "Peter, T'challa and I will do what we can to convince the other party that Deadpool should be allowed back. And, if not, I'm sure they'd be all right on their own."

"Okay."

"Peter, one more thing," Vision said. "You really should talk to them. Deadpool is... very distressed over the situation between you two."

Peter grimaced. "Fine." He turned away from Vision, and the cyborg got the message and left.

Peter steeled himself and wandered over to see the mercenary, who was sitting alone away from the rest of the group. He tried not to think about how good it felt to kiss them.

Deadpool didn't even notice Spider-Man coming closer. Apparently, they were engrossed in their own thoughts and conversation with the voices.

"Ay, fuck off, Yellow, I ain't jokin' this time. I'll blow my fuckin' brains out just to get you to shut your goddamn mouth, prick."

Peter stopped. "Wade," he said softly as if any small noise would startle the merc.

"Fuck! Pete, I'm sorry, I'm so goddamn sorry..." their voice cracked a little.

"Wade," Peter repeated. "You were gonna kill yourself?"

Wade's mask's eyes went wide. "No! Baby, I can't die, 'member? I just..." they scratched the back of their neck, clearly uncomfortable. "It shuts the voices up for a while. It's a... trick I learned."

Peter stared at them. "Wade, I'm sorry, too. I just don't wanna be treated like a kid anymore."

"I know, Webs, I know, and I was stupid enough to think that Puss would hurt you and that you could get hurt that easy... God, I'm so fuckin' dumb-"

"You're not dumb, Wade."

Deadpool laughed. "That's nice of you."

"I'm serious."

Wade looked at him with an expression he didn't recognize, especially through the mask.

Baby, they signed. Please come closer.

"Having trouble speaking, Wade?" Peter asked, but he went over closer to them anyway. He sat in front of the merc on the rust-colored sand and looked at them levelly.

It's even harder when you're close like this, Wade signed, and Peter's heart skipped a beat. He pulled off his mask, and Wade discarded theirs.

Remember those times when I'd follow you around on your patrol? Deadpool's hands moved fast. And you'd get so fucking annoyed with me? They grinned.

"Of course I remember," Peter nearly whispered.

I liked you even then, they signed slowly.

"Really?"

Really, baby boy.

Peter covered his mouth with his hands, breathing out slowly.

Please, Wade signed. Let me kiss you again. Please.

Peter pushed their drawn-up knees aside and crawled on top of the mercenary to meet their lips with his. Wade's hands went immediately to his hips, their thumbs pressing into bone, and they kissed him with an intensity Peter had never felt. Their tongue flicked over his lips, and he swore he saw heaven.

Wade broke the kiss but left a trail of small ones to Peter's ear, and he shivered at the merc's rough lips on his skin.

"Angel," Wade nearly growled into his ear. "We can do whatever you wanna do, but Jesus Christ, do I want to be on top of you right now."

Peter let out a low sound of approval and nodded, letting Wade flip him so that he was on his back in the sand. The merc hovered over him and kissed his neck under his chin.

"Wade..." Peter groaned, feeling needier than he ever had. He was hard from just kissing.

"God, Angel, if you say the words I'd fuck you right here, with those noises you're making."

Peter moaned again at the words, but he retained his self-control. "No, I don't want-"

He stopped when Wade immediately got off of him and whined at the loss of contact.

"What don't you want, Angel?" They said quickly.

"I just... I just don't want to sleep with you... Please kiss me again..." Peter had trouble getting the words out.

"Anything." And Wade went back on top of him, and they kissed him on his neck again.

"You look so pretty, Angel," Wade said lowly and kissed him again. "Are you already turned on for me?"

Peter blushed and pulled the merc closer so he could bury his face in their shoulder. He nodded.

"Wanna know a secret, baby?" Wade smiled into another kiss, and Peter nodded again. "I am, too."

Peter pushed his lips onto theirs again and ghosted his hands over Wade's toned chest.

"Wade," Peter said contentedly after he broke the kiss. "I just wanna sleep next to you tonight."

"Mm," Wade murmured happily. "That sounds amazing."

Peter assumed his little spoon position, and Wade warmed his back behind him. They both fell asleep immediately.