Chapter Twelve

Five days after the disintegration

Peter awoke with a warm body holding him tightly. He looked over and saw that the mercenary was awake, too.

"Mornin' babe," Wade sighed happily. "Is it creepy that I was watching you sleep?"

"Only a little," Peter smiled and kissed them on the cheek.

"Angel, I know this is kinda fast, but I wanna make this real."

Peter was confused. "What?"

"Will you be my boyfriend?" Wade looked hopeful, but a little nervous.

"Oh! Oh, uh... Yeah. Yeah, I'll be your boyfriend." Peter laughed a little, and Wade apparently couldn't stop themself from grinning.

"What do... What do I call you?" Peter asked. "Not girlfriend or boyfriend, right?"

"Partner works. Or bae. Or boo. Or lover. Or sexiest motherfu-"

"Partner is great." Peter stopped them on that endless train.

"Of course, boyfriend." They winked.

The two of them cuddled for a little while longer before Peter spoke.

"We're leaving today, I think. Did they tell you that?"

"Leaving? Those absolute easy-bake oven fuckers didn't tell me nothin'."

"Easy-bake oven?" Peter asked.

"That's like, the worst insult. After wet socks," Wade informed him. "Nobody has ever liked an easy-bake oven."

"You're right."

"Any-who," Deadpool said. "Where are we headin' to?"

Peter frowned. "Back to where we came from."

"God-fucking-christ! Shit-birds! But they're so goddamn lame."

"I know, I'm sorry, I don't know what to do about it."

"Ah, don't worry 'bout it, baby. S' not your fault." They sighed. "It's my fault for getting kicked out."

"Yeah," Peter agreed. "But if Strange hadn't gone off on you like that... I think it was a joint effort."

"And Fury's so goddamn pissy!" Wade added. "I worked for him for, like, a day. And yeah, I lied about knowing how to fly a jet. Yeah, I took it out on a mission that definitely didn't need it. And yeah, I wrecked it real bad, but he didn't have to punch me in the face before he fired me!"

"You... You did that?" Peter was laughing.

"I've been 'round the block a few times, Angel," Deadpool said, laughing a little.

"God, that's hilarious. I guess that's why he hates you so much."

"Well..." The merc said, grinning. "I wouldn't say that's the only reason."

They both laughed some more and then got up to go and talk to T'challa and Vision. Before they left, Deadpool spoke again.

"Baby, how would you feel 'bout telling the others of our 'lationship? I'd love to shout it from every rooftop, but if ya don't wanna, I understand."

Peter breathed deeply. "Well," he said slowly. "I think they already know since they could probably see us from where they were, or at least our silhouettes. So I think I'm okay with that."

Deadpool smiled sheepishly. "Oops."

Peter shrugged, and they both put on their masks.

"Can I hold your hand?" The merc asked.

Peter grabbed their hand instead of responding, and the couple walked towards the rest of the group, 'Pool singing softly along the way.

"Oh I, got that somethin', I think you'll understand," They sang. "When I, feel that somethin', I wanna hold your hand. I wanna hold your ha-a-and! I wanna hold your hand."

Peter smiled and glanced up at the singing merc.

"And when I touch you I feel happy, inside. It's such a feelin' that, my love, I can't hide." They sang, pointing at Spider-Man whenever it made sense within the song.

They reached the rest of the group, who were all just waking up.

"Glad to see you back, Deadpool." T'challa came striding up to meet them. The merc just grinned and glanced down at their clasped hands.

"Congratulations, you two." The king nodded at their hands, and then said: "We will be leaving very shortly." He turned away, apparently to talk with Vision. Wade looked down at Peter (a little over 6'2" is a full seven inches taller than his slight 5'7" frame) to see him blushing. They ruffled their boyfriend's hair affectionately, and Peter edged closer to them, pushing his head to their side. Wade draped their arm over his shoulders, and the two of them stayed like that, waiting for the others to awaken.