Chapter 9: It IS My Heart

"Oh my GOD, how did you figure out my name!?" Peter hollered as he gripped Wade's shoulders with an unholy force. "Is there anything I CAN keep secret?" Wade poked out his lower lip, and raised a finger quietly.

"Your sex life…?" Wade peeped.

Peter's wild eyes narrowed to slits as he remembered just what happened between the two last night. He probably remembered none of it. "No, Wade," He slumped and sat on the floor. "Not as long as you're here." Wade watched as his friend sank to the ground as he decided to sit next to him as well, pulling off his mask and smiling. "How did you figure out anyways?" Peter's voice shook from the strain as he picked webbing out of his hair.

"You've got résumés crumpled up in every dark and moist corner of your room," The mercenary pulled one out of his, well, Peter's pajama pocket. "I was surprised they were in your bed too." He laughed. "Looks like someone doesn't like his job!" Peter glared on.

"You wouldn't either if you had to work with Jameson." He sighed. "Well, looks like we really don't have much to hide from each other anymore do we?" With a reluctant smile he punched Wade's chest lightly. The merc responded with a hiss.

"Ow. Watch it Parker, I got impaled by some weird glowing shit, remember?" Wade complained while Peter frowned.

"You mean… You haven't healed yet?" He kneeled and laid his hand on the other's chest gingerly. "I thought you had a healing factor." Wade froze up at the touch.

"W-well, It's nearly healed up nowAH-" Wade yipped as the smaller man pushed him onto his back and straddled his waist, undoing the buttons rapidly. "I-I-I I'm not sure you want to see-" His breath hitched as the shirt was removed over his head. Is it finally happening?HuuuuUUHHAHHUAHAAAAGHUH

"Dear God Wade, I'm sorry but I can't see any punctures because of the scars. Does it hurt here?" Peter furrowed his brow in concentration, unaware of what blasphemous thoughts he was giving to the poor mercenary. He ran his fingers over his chest and landed at an approximate spot and pressed. "Here?"

"Well honey, it kind of always hurts everywhere," Wade giggled sheepishly and flicked his gaze up to an unamused spider-hybrid. He exhaled heavily. "Well um it does hurt, it hurts," The room was completely silent just then, save for an unrelenting heartbeat. Wade swallowed and lifted his arm up and took hold of the smaller one in his hand. Gently, he guided it to his heart. "Here," He didn't want let go. He saw the purity cast a shimmer in this hand. It was encased in a shell of dirt. It doesn't deserve that. Don't get blood all over the snow. Don't let the lily become the mud. "It hurts… here." Wade smiled up at the boy, who was so intent on his heart, he didn't notice how tight the mercenary's grip was. "It hurts a lot."

Peter frowned. "That doesn't make any sense. It looks all healed up now, but I can't say anything about the scars obviously. So you're saying near your heart? Like a sharp pain, dull…?" Peter laid his hand flat against him.

Wade curled his lip sadly. "Ache. Well not near my heart. It IS my heart." They both paused, staring at each other. Heartache. Typical of you.

"Well if it is, it'll heal up soon. Anyways," Spider-Man rolled off his friend and stood up, unflinching as he pulled of his pajamas and into a casual sweater and jeans whilst a half naked mercenary stares on. "You and I have a lot to discuss. Come on up with you," Peter nudged him with his foot until he stood up. "We're going to Coffee Bean. And put on some clothes for goodness sake." Spider-Man thrust a jacket into Wade's arms. "That," he pointed at the worn leather. "belongs to Captain America. Cover it in blood, you'll find out it's yours. Meet me outside." In a huff he grabbed his laptop bag and left through the frosted glass doors.

Wade gaped. "…He… he didn't give me any pants."

"What the hell." Peter stood in the enormous shadow of the Avengers Tower, tapping his foot as he watched taxis and people zip by. "What's taking you so long, jackass?" New York noise and odors wracked up his mind. Behind him were yells and grunts of frustration as he glared straight through a random shop window and sighed. "There you are." He turned to find a tall man shoving his way through a couple of agents and bystanders, all the while everyone was swearing. He rolled his eyes.

"Thought you'd never drop by." Peter crossed his arms and smiled. The sarcasm dripped from his lips.

"Well I only decided to steal these pants to dazzle you. I could've gone au naturel and loved it." Wade grinned maliciously as he finally pushed through the crowd.

Peter pointed at his legs. "Are those my dad's?"

"Only his fit me."

"But if I didn't give you any how did you…?" Peter's eyes shot open to the size of dinner plates. "You BROKE into-" In a flash Wade's hand was over his mouth.

"Shh, I didn't bring any guns with me 'cause of your little 'no-killing' rule. I don't want to fight off SHIELD today." Wade spoke through puckered lips, his speech noticeably childlike. Peter tore the hand off his face.

"You disgust me." He held the merc's wrist and pulled him to the café.

"Black coffee, please. No just black. No. No. No." Wade watched worriedly as Peter droned on for a coffee, a tired glare directed right at the poor girl behind the counter. "You want anything?" Peter turned his head right up to wade's scarred face. "Coffee?"

"Uh, no thanks Pete. I'm good." He displayed his palms in front of his face. A blank stare was received from the hero.

"And two powdered donuts. Thanks." They exchanged smiles and found a table for themselves.

"Okay so there's really nowhere to start. How about we try, 'mutants flinging syringes at innocent New Yorkers?'" Peter squashed his cheek against his palm. "At least I think they're mutants…" Slender fingers danced across the keys of his laptop.

Wade chewed on a donut and stared at the other man's face, admiring the creases between his brows. "I might have an idea." He spoke with his mouth full while Peter frowned.

"Like what?" The hero curled his lip, and gasped as Deadpool pulled the syringe out of the coat. "You still have that?" He spoke loud enough for a few customers to turn their heads in annoyance.

"Sneaky sneaky." The anti-hero smirked and twirled it between scarred fingers. "Okay." He flipped it so that the handle of the pump was pulled out slightly, eyeing the engraved letters. "SUPERIOUS. Sounds like shit." It was snatched out of his hands in an instant, now heavily observed by a tired nerd.

"SUPERIOUS? That's not even a word." Peter scoffed and took a huge gulp from the coffee, and typed rapidly. Wade watched him for a few minutes, when finally he closed the device and shook his head. "Got nothin' on SUPERIOUS." He wilted. Wade smiled, and flicked the hero's nose, much to the other's annoyance. "What? What the helMMF-" A donut was shoved in his mouth.

"You. Are. Too. Up. Tight." Wade spoke through clenched teeth whilst stuffing a pastry into a furious spider's mouth.

"You- mudder- fugger-" Peter curled his fingers and bat them against a grinning mercenary's face. Bits and pieces of the donut crumbled off and flew everywhere, but Peter found himself smiling wickedly. Mustering just enough spider-strength to incapacitate someone but not kill, he grasped Wade's wrists and turned them around so that the mercenary was shoving donuts into his own mouth.

"GUH- PEDDER- ACK-" Wade's laugh was muffled through hands and donut. The customers within the shop turned their heads in disgust, but the duo were far too busy getting drunk off their own laughter.

"Good job there, jackass. Looks like I'll have to say goodbye to Coffee Bean forever." Peter Parker's sneakers clicked against the dim stairwell halfway up the Daily Bugle. "Thanks for starting the food fight." Following close behind, Wade Wilson rolled his eyes.

"You CONTINUED the food fight." Wade perked. The hero in front of him scoffed.

"Yeah yeah. My sweater's ruined though…" Spider-Man turned and pulled at the fabric, where a large blotch of coffee soaked right through.

"I brought my mask. You can use it to wipe it off," Wade tugged it over his head.

"…Seriously?"

"Figured it could be a good rag," Deadpool poked his upper lip out from under the material, and squinted at the bright noon sun once they reached the roof. Looking to Peter as he inhaled deeply by the ledge.

"Convenient. I brought mine."

"Hypocrite." Peter smiled and pulled his on as well.

"Last time we were here you threw me around under the moonlight." Peter did a little jiggle with his shoulders to emphasize.

The merc walked up beside him. "It's been three months," He looked over to his partner, who looked back confused. "Three months. We've been friends, I mean." He pulled at the rim of his mask. "I mean, three months you've been my friend at least, I can't say the same for you obviously…" His words trailed off. The hero standing beside him raised an eyebrow, but punched him in the shoulder; receiving a good old fashioned 'ow'.

"Of course you're my friend, ass-hat." Peter huffed. "Don't you start getting your hopes up, though." The response gained was a large masked man gaping.

Looks like friendship has been settled. HOLYSHITHOLYSHITHOLYSHITHOLYSHIT- "Holy shit…" His open mouth created a small patch of drool over the area of his mouth. Regaining his senses and grinning deviously, he wrapped his arms around the smaller man's waist, knocked him over so that he was on top, and started tickling his sides in an instant.

A good tickling session and a broken nose later, the two lay next to one another and peered up at the clear sky. There wasn't much to remember at this instant.

A very long chapter as a gift and apology for being away so long. Hope you enjoyed!