Peter Parker adjusted his headset and leaned back in his chair, trying to stretch the kinks out of his neck without accidentally disconnecting the call he was on. It was a long shift in the tech support queue today, and while Peter didn't mind helping people troubleshoot their problems, some of the calls left him wondering if people eventriedto fix things before calling.

He'd already walked one customer through rebooting their router ("You mean I just unplug it and plug it back in?") and convinced another that no, their microwave wasn't causing the internet to slow down. Now he was on hold while someone hunted for their Wi-Fi password.

The incoming call tone chimed in his ear, signaling a new customer. Peter sighed and clicked to answer.

"Thanks for calling GigaTech Support, this is Peter. How can I help you today?"

"Petey! Is that you? Oh, this is my lucky day."

Peter froze. He knew that voice. It was unmistakable—gravelly, playful, and dripping with mischief.

"Wade?" Peter asked cautiously, already bracing for whatever chaos was about to ensue.

"The one and only!" Wade Wilson said, and Peter could practically hear the grin in his voice. "So, I've got a bit of a situation here, and I thought, who better to save the day than my favorite tech wizard slash part-time superhero?"

Peter rubbed his temples. "Wade, this line is for technical issues. Not... whatever you're about to make me deal with."

"Thisisa technical issue," Wade insisted. "Big one. Huge. So, here's the deal: my apartment is, uh, dark. Like, really dark. The power's out, the Wi-Fi's dead, and my fridge full of questionable leftovers is one blackout away from becoming a biohazard."

Peter sighed. "And you're sure this is a tech problem? Not, say, a power outage in your building?"

"Nope, not the building. Just me. I might've... done something."

Peter pinched the bridge of his nose. "What did you do?"

There was a pause, and then Wade said, as innocently as possible, "I plugged in a thing."

Peter blinked. "What kind of thing?"

"A cool thing! It's a replica of Thor's hammer, but it lights up and makes thunder noises. Very dramatic. Great ambiance for watching action movies."

"And when you plugged it in, everything shut off?"

"Yup," Wade said cheerfully. "It was like I summoned an electrical apocalypse. Pretty awesome, actually. Except now I can't see, and I think I tripped over my couch. Twice."

Peter groaned. "Wade, it sounds like you shorted a circuit. Did you check your breaker box?"

"Oh, yeah, that's the little metal door thingy, right? I, uh... might've accidentally painted over it last month when I was redecorating."

Peter stared at his screen, dumbfounded. "Why would you paint over your breaker box?"

"It clashed with the color scheme! You don't understand, Peter. These things matter."

Peter laughed despite himself. "Okay, I'll help you fix it. Do you have a flashlight?"

"I've got my phone," Wade said, and a moment later, he added, "Ooh, found the flashlight app! I'm like a tech ninja now. Thanks, Pete."

Peter shook his head, a smile tugging at his lips. "Alright, here's what you're going to do..."

The next thirty minutes were a mix of Peter giving careful instructions and Wade providing running commentary. Wade had eventually pried open the breaker box with a butter knife, loudly declaring himself "King of DIY," and was now flipping switches while Peter tried to explain how circuits worked.

"Okay, so this one goes to the kitchen," Wade said, flipping a breaker. "Ooh, and this one makes the lights in the hallway flicker like I'm in a horror movie. Cool."

"Wade," Peter said, exasperated, "you're supposed to be looking for the one that's tripped."

"Right, right," Wade said. "Found it! It's the little one that looks sad and lonely, right?"

"Yes, that's the one. Flip it back to the on position."

There was a loudclick, followed by a triumphant cheer. "I did it! Wade Wilson: breaker box savant."

Peter couldn't help but laugh. "Congrats. Do me a favor and unplug Thor's hammer before you blow something else."

"Done and done," Wade said. "You're a lifesaver, Pete. A hero in and out of the spandex."

Peter's cheeks warmed, even though he knew Wade couldn't see him. "It's just my job."

"Still," Wade said, his voice softer now. "You didn't have to stay on the line with me, but you did. Thanks."

Peter hesitated, caught off guard by the sincerity in Wade's tone. "You're welcome. Just... try not to break anything else, okay?"

"No promises," Wade said, his playful edge returning. "But hey, you've got my number now. You ever need help decorating your place, I'm your guy."

Peter laughed. "I'll keep that in mind."

Peter thought that was the end of it—just another bizarre call in a long day. But the next evening, as he was settling in with a cup of tea, his phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number.

Unknown:Hey, Pete. It's your favorite customer. The one with the Thor hammer and the questionable life choices.

Peter smiled despite himself, quickly saving the number before replying.

Peter:Hey, Wade. What's up? Did you break something else?

Wade:Not yet. Just wanted to say thanks again. Oh, and you forgot to remind me to take embarrassing selfies to commemorate my breaker box victory.

Peter:I didn't forget. I just assumed you'd do it anyway.

Wade:Touché, Spidey. So, when are you gonna let me take you out for coffee as a thank you?

Peter stared at the message, his heart skipping a beat. Wade's flirtation was nothing new, but this felt... different. More direct. And maybe, just maybe, Peter didn't mind.

Peter:Coffee, huh? I didn't know tech support came with date offers.

Wade:Only for you, Pete. So, what do you say?

Peter hesitated for a moment before typing his response, a smile spreading across his face.

Peter:Fine. But only if you promise not to bring Thor's hammer.

Wade:Deal. You won't regret it.

As Peter set his phone down, he couldn't help but laugh. Wade Wilson had a way of turning even the most frustrating situations into something unforgettable. And maybe—just maybe—Peter was looking forward to seeing where this would go.