The late afternoon sunlight poured over the New York City skyline, painting the buildings in hues of gold and amber. Spider-Man perched on the edge of a rooftop, watching the city pulse with life. He wasn't alone.

Behind him, Deadpool was doing handstands, his katanas somehow balanced precariously in their scabbards as he muttered to himself.

"Wade, do you have to make everything weird?" Peter asked, not even turning around.

"Weird?" Deadpool dropped to his feet and gasped dramatically. "I am offended! Nay, I amwounded!You wound me, Spider-Boy."

Peter sighed, the corner of his mouth twitching into a reluctant smile under his mask. "Spider-Man."

"Right, right,Spider-Man," Wade said, sauntering up to stand next to him. "What are we doing here again? Rooftop brooding? Planning a heist? Waiting for aliens to invade?"

Peter glanced at him. "We're patrolling. You know, looking for actual crime."

"Ohhh," Deadpool said, nodding sagely. "So, we're doing the boring hero stuff."

"Wade."

"Okay, fine. But just for the record," Deadpool said, leaning dangerously over the ledge, "if I fall off this building, you're legally obligated to catch me."

"Yeah, sure. It's in my hero contract," Peter replied dryly.

Despite himself, Peter couldn't deny he enjoyed these moments with Wade. Sure, Deadpool was chaos incarnate, and their patrols often ended with explosions or some wildly inappropriate comment. But there was something comforting about his presence, a kind of vibrant energy that made the weight of Spider-Man's responsibilities a little easier to bear.

Still, Peter wasn't entirely sure what this… thing between them was. Friendship? Partnership? Something else?

Before he could dwell on it too long, Deadpool suddenly pointed down at the street below. "Ooh, look! A mugging in progress! Let's go teach them the errors of their ways—violently!"

Peter sighed, shooting a web and leaping into action. "Let's try to keep it non-violent, okay?"

"Fine," Wade called, following with a theatrical flip. "But only because you asked so nicely!"

The mugging was, unsurprisingly, not a mugging at all.

By the time Peter and Wade landed, the "suspects" turned out to be a couple of kids arguing over a basketball. Embarrassed, Peter quickly apologized and ushered Wade back to the rooftops.

"Well, that was disappointing," Wade said as they landed on another building. "I was ready to swoop in, swords blazing, and save the day. Now what am I supposed to do with all this adrenaline?"

"I don't know," Peter replied. "Try saving it for an actual emergency?"

"Oh, Webs," Wade said, shaking his head. "You're cute when you're naïve."

Peter rolled his eyes. "And you're exhausting."

Before Deadpool could respond, a voice called out from behind them.

"Wade! There you are!"

They turned to see Weasel, Deadpool's long-time friend and occasional partner-in-crime, clambering onto the rooftop. He was out of breath and carrying a backpack that clinked suspiciously.

"Weasel! My beloved accomplice!" Deadpool exclaimed, spreading his arms. "What brings you to this fine rooftop?"

Weasel shot Spider-Man a wary glance before pulling Deadpool aside. "Hey, uh, can we talk? Privately?"

Deadpool frowned theatrically. "Private? But Spidey and I don't have secrets! Except for the ones he keeps from me. And the ones I keep from him. But other than those, totally open book!"

Peter raised a hand. "You know what? I'll just… patrol over here." He moved to the other end of the roof, giving them space.

Once they were alone, Weasel grabbed Wade by the shoulders. "You like him."

Deadpool blinked. "Well, yeah. Everyone likes Spidey. He's funny, charming, and has an impressive... uh, spider butt."

"No, Wade, I mean youlikehim," Weasel said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "You like him-like him."

Deadpool stared at him. "Pfft, no I don't."

Weasel's expression didn't change.

"Okay, maybe a little," Wade admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "But come on, who wouldn't? He's basically a human golden retriever in a mask."

Weasel sighed. "Wade, I'm serious. This isn't just you flirting for fun or messing around. I've seen how you are with him. It's different."

"Different how?" Wade asked, crossing his arms defensively.

"You're… quieter," Weasel said after a moment. "When you're around him, you actually listen. You don't just run your mouth 24/7. And when you're not with him, you talk about him. All. The. Time."

"I do not!" Wade protested.

Weasel gave him a pointed look.

"Okay, maybe I do," Wade muttered.

Weasel took a deep breath. "Wade, look. You're my friend, and I'm telling you this because I care about you. You're in love with him."

Deadpool opened his mouth to retort, but the words caught in his throat.

Love?

The thought hit him like a punch to the gut. It wasn't just a passing crush or his usual irreverent flirting. It was the way his heart sped up when Spidey laughed at his jokes, the way he felt lighter whenever Peter rolled his eyes at one of his antics. It was the way his chest tightened whenever Spider-Man swung away, leaving him behind.

"Oh," Wade said softly, his voice almost unrecognizable.

Weasel raised an eyebrow. "You okay?"

"Yeah," Wade said, blinking. "Just… oh."

Weasel nodded knowingly. "That's what I thought. Now, take your bag of unicorn shit you left at the bar."

When Deadpool rejoined Spider-Man, he was uncharacteristically quiet. Peter noticed immediately.

"Hey, everything okay?" he asked, landing beside him.

"Yep, peachy," Wade said, his voice a little too bright.

Peter frowned but didn't press. "Alright. So, where to next?"

Wade hesitated. Normally, he would've cracked a joke or come up with some ridiculous scheme. But now, all he could think about was the weight of his feelings and how much he didn't want to mess this up.

"I… actually," Wade said slowly, "there's something I want to tell you."

Peter tilted his head. "What is it?"

Deadpool took a deep breath. He wanted to make a joke, deflect like he always did. But something about the way Peter looked at him—patient, curious, completely unguarded—made him want to be honest for once.

"I think… I think I've been in love with you for a while," Wade said quietly, his voice uncharacteristically serious.

Peter froze. For a moment, the city around them seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the two of them.

"Wade…" Peter started, his voice soft.

"It's okay if you don't feel the same," Deadpool said quickly, holding up his hands. "I just… I needed to say it. Before I exploded or something."

Peter was silent for a long moment, his mind racing.

He'd always thought of Wade as… well, Wade—chaotic, infuriating, impossible to ignore. But now, hearing those words, he realized something he hadn't allowed himself to admit.

"I think I've been in love with you, too," Peter said finally, his voice barely above a whisper.

Deadpool blinked. "Wait, really? Or is this some elaborate prank? Because if it is, it'scruel."

Peter laughed, shaking his head. "No prank. Just… the truth."

For once, Deadpool was speechless. But the grin that spread across his face said more than words ever could.

"Wow," Wade said finally. "So… does this mean I get to call you my boyfriend now? Or is there, like, paperwork involved?"

Peter rolled his eyes, but his smile was warm. "Let's just… take it one step at a time, okay?"

"Deal," Deadpool said, holding out his hand.

Peter took it without hesitation, the two of them standing together as the city buzzed below, the weight of their unspoken feelings finally lifted.