Chapter 8: I Lose Sleep Over You

Bump. "Ow." Bump. "Ow." Bump. OOOOOOW, what the actual hell? Bump. "Ow." Wade could barely keep his eyes open as he and Spider-Man weaved through New York skyscrapers, and with each swing Spidey's shoulder would ram up into his chin. Bump. "Ow." Wow. Wouldya look at that view. Too bad we never get to enjoy it very much when tossing ourselves out of one of these. Guns blazin'. "Yup. It's way better when getting a piggyback." Wade murmured, and snuggled right up into the hero's neck.

"Uh, ew." Peter curled his lip as he collided with the side of the Avengers tower, right above his room. With a flick of his wrist, he flipped the latch of his window and crawled right into the dark space, with a limp mercenary threatening to let go by accident any second. Just as Peter's feet landed upon the polished floor, he yelped as a dead weight pulled him right on top his friend; his back to his stomach. "Gah- Wade- can't breathe…" Wade's arms were still wrapped tight around his neck in a death grip, as if he was still afraid of falling and slapping against the pavement a hundred floors down.

"Hmuh? Oh. Right." Peter breathed a sigh of relief as the arms went loose, but then discovered they were now tickling down his sides and connected to his hips, sliding inwards painfully slow; just under his bellybutton. His breath hitched in his throat as he brought a gloved hand up to his face to try and staunch the growing heat in his cheeks and in his… well.

"U-uh… Wade?" Peter swallowed thickly, squirming under the unfamiliar touch. Wade hummed into the younger man's ears lowly, but in a sudden action the arms that were antagonizing in Peter's need wrapped around his waist tightly, crushing the air from him.

"Huggy-buggy." Wade cooed, and rocked the two of them back and forth right there on the floor. Peter's eyes were wide in shock but he soon found himself frowning in disappointment. Disappointment? No, that can't be right.

"Jerk." Spider-Man wrested the mercenary's arms from his body and stood up, leaving a very upset man on the ground looking for a spider to cuddle. "Get up," With incredible ease he scooped Wade off the floor and let him rest on his shoulder. "Now where the hell do I put you-" A jarring, unwelcome buzz rang through his room as his friend JARVIS came interrupting the scene unfolding.

"Sir," Peter cursed rapid-fire under his breath while Wade giggled and frantically peered across the room, pining for a safe place to toss the giant lug. "Sir, your father Tony, is awake, and wondering where you've been. Peter swore unlistening, and tossed the mercenary into his bed, albeit violently, and webbed the covers over him. "…Sir?"

"Yes! Hello." Peter dove into his chair at his desk and slid a few meters, almost toppling from the unclosed window. He squawked in fright as a wheel went over the edge. "Heeeeeeey! JARVIS! Good to see ya, man. Well man? Robot? Android? Anyways," Peter removed his mask and tugged the chair in, latching the window shut while he was at it. "Yup. Good ol' Spider-Man is home!" His fair face stretched sideways in a painful and obviously fake grin, whilst getting absolutely no response from his robot roomie. "Okay, yeah, yeah sorry. I know I'm not supposed to be out past three anymore- but it's not like five or anything…" He rubbed his neck and peered at his digital clock, its time reading 6:45 AM. Peter groaned and splayed across the bed. "Well, at least I don't have work tomorrow."

"Sir, there's a man in your bed."

"Uh, yeah, it's like, me. I'm in my bed now. You can go now JARVIS, bye bye. Don't say hi to dads for me." Peter spat and dived under the covers next to an unmoving Wade. "Thanks! And uh," He poked his head from the covers. "Only you and me, kay?" He smiled sheepishly. Peter could almost hear Jarvis sigh, if robots could do that.

"Understood." There was a blip and a lock of doors as Peter's room fell silent and he lay there awkwardly, sharing a bed with a man who was more than possibly covered in sweat, blood and radioactive fluid.

"Yech-" Peter exclaimed, and rolled out from under the covers and collided with the polished floor, tugging the blankets along with him. He yelped, and wrapped his slender hands around a bump that was already forming on his forehead. "Geeeezzz…" More than a little disoriented he propped himself up and took a seat on the edge of the bed; his feet tangled in the once-clean sheets. Peter ran his fingers through his hair. "It's all your fault, you know," He murmured lightly, and glanced at the merc, who was actually sleeping now. "It's all your fault I'm so tired all the time," He moved in a little closer to the sleeping frame, and brushed his fingers over the base of the mask. "It's all your fault I'm so worried," Peter pulled Wade's mask up over his nose so that at least he had room to breathe. "It's all your fault," He removed the myriad of weapons from his friend and retrieved the crumpled sheets from the floor, and laid them gingerly over the mercenary. "It's all your fault I lose sleep over you." Peter breathed out a light chuckle and caressed Wade's cheek, half covered by his mask. He didn't mind the scars at all; in fact, they just- made Wade… Wade. "Sleep tight, moron." Peter got up and changed in the washroom connected to his room, and crashed right into his desk chair; fast asleep as soon as his heat hit the back. He wasn't at all aware of the content smile dancing its way through a scarred mouth.

"RIIIIIIIIISE AND SHIIIIIIIIINE, PETEEEERRRRR!"

Peter screamed at the top of his lungs and fell out of his chair, hair flying and spider senses going wild. "FUCK." He yelled, completely awake now and on the floor of his bedroom, with a brand new lump on his forehead from the more than unwelcome surprise. "What the hell- WHO the hell?!" Peter grit his teeth, and more than ready to punch the unholy lights out of- "Wade?" Wade in turn, mask covering his face and clad in Peter's pajamas, which were far too small for him, grabbed his chair and wheeled around the giant room giggling like a schoolgirl.

"I took a shower in your half-room half-bathroom thing and BOYOHBOY it's huge! Can I have Stark as a daddy too? Wait that sounded-" Wade droned, and Peter who in turn completely forgot to remove his web-shooters the night before shot a strand at the spinning chair, and tugged the crazy mercenary right up to him.

"You-" He flushed red. Wait. Peter frowned, staring deep at the older man's mask, still contorted with silent laughter. "What did you just call me?"

Wade blinked, and curled his lip under the fabric, apparently in deep thought. What did we call him? Uh, Aaron… Aaron Applebottom… Paul… Pete… PETE…! The mercenary gulped heavily. Shit.

"OH MY GOD-"