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Peter Benjamin Parker was a 19 year old college student, he worked at a cheap taco shop called “Tito’s Tacos,” and made any extra money taking next level selfies. He was living on his own after his aunt passed away, in a very beaten up apartment building. He was poor, constantly busy, and he was also Spider-man. Bit at age 15 by a radioactive spider, he finally had the whole “spider-guy” thing figured out. It was the only thing that seemed to get him out of bed in the morning, and it also kept him out of bed at night.
Peter was sitting on the roof of a building next to his, decked out in his full Spider-man suit, 'A quick patrol, before I'm due for the late night shift at Tito’s.’ he thought to himself before he lept off the building, shooting a web out to swing onwards, to Peter's advantage his city was very quiet and crime free, meaning he was on time to work. He landed in the alley next to the building, it reeked of stale Mexican food and garbage, Peter peeked around before changing into his civilian clothes as quickly as he could, clipping on a green apron and a name tag. He entered in, waving hello at his coworker as he clocked in, stepping behind the counter and taking his place. He had a late night shift. 9pm to 3am. Wasn't the best job, but it helped pay the bills that seemed to pop up more frequently. He settled in for a long night of standing and munching bland tortilla chips.
(( [] - White box
{} - Yellow box))
Deadpool was young, 23, he would have been a looker, about 2 years ago, but we don't talk about the Weapon X program. But needless to say, he looked like the typical description he was provided with, Ryan Reynolds, bitten by a radioactive shar pei. He had a fuzzy past, not really able to remember everything. But after running away from home at age 13, he went all around Canada, finding a job and making a way of life. Until, just like all the other stories involving Wade Wilson, he was diagnosed with cancer, and we all know how that ends.
Deadpool whistled what sounded like a Gwen Stefani song, twirling his slightly bloodied katana before swiping it clean of blood with a dirtied rag he kept in one of his many pouches. “Another job well done by the ever so handsome, Wade W. Wilson.” He bowed to the corpse in front of him, sliding his sword back in its place on his back. Deadpool let himself out the window onto the fire escape, taking this as an opportunity to scope out his surroundings.
{Hey, big guy, we're hungry. Food time.} Wade frowned as his stomach, as if on cue, grumbled angrily. Wade nodded to the air, “If I know plot lines, and I do, I know my next decision is going to lead me somewhere important.” He continued humming his turn as he looked around some more, spotting a neon green sign that said “Tito’s Tacos”
[Jackpot!]
{Something tells me this writer isn't THAT creative.}
Wade ignored the voices and began skipping down the many flights of stairs before taking a painful leap to the ground. He continued to skip the next block and a half to the glowing sign. He glanced at his Hello-Kitty watch: 2:28AM. A red sign flashed in the window: “open 24 hours.”
{Look dummy, they're still open, in we go}
Deadpool almost didn't want to go in, just to spite yellow, but he did anyways, closing his eyes as he relished the welcoming smell of Mexican food. He walked in, allowing himself to admire the room.
[Maybe admire isn't the word for it]
Wade snorted at a stain on the wall that looked like a dick. His eyes settled on the boy at the counter, who was slumped over, his hand holding his cheek, he looked to be asleep. Wade leaned down a bit to peek at the tag on his shirt that read “Peter.” He took a step closer, his boot landing on a paper wrapper, he flinched as the boy visibly flinched, he was now on the counter, in a crouching position, his big brown eyes focused on the costumed man in front of him.
[An actual angel.]
{Amen, hallelujah}
“Woah there, baby boy, no need to jump to the ceiling, I may be a mercenary but I don't think I could hurt anyone like you, I mean not unless you're into that, well in THAT case, yes please, you could even call me daddy.” Wade watched the boy slip off the counter and take a step back, smoothing out his apron. “I-uh. I- What can I get you sir?” There was an obvious flush on his cheeks.
[Look at him!! Those big brown eyes, I'm done for]
{You're actually a figment of 'Pool’s imagination.]
{Look at that boy. I'm drooling.}
“Sir?” Peter was now leaning towards Deadpool slightly. Deadpool shook his head, brought back to reality, glancing at the menu quickly “Um um um… Ooh I know, give me 2 of 'Tito’s chimichangas’, a medium Coke, and your number.” He winked at the boy in front of him, who took a moment to process what had been said before blushing more. “I uh. I'll get that for you sir.” He turned around and left behind another counter to what Deadpool presumed was the kitchen. “Oh please, sir is my dad's name. Call me Deadpool,” he leaned onto the counter and watched as Peter prepared his meal, his back to Wade. Wade whistled “Woo-ie! Baby boy! You have got an ass if I've ever seen one!” He saw Peter freeze and continue to fix his food, “Uh. Thanks si- I- Deadpool.” Deadpool beamed at him and watched Peter fill up a cup with soda, drop his chimmies in the fryer.
[I think I'm in love]
“Me too…” Wade said with his hands on his chin, watching Peter. Peter turned slightly and looked at him with a questioning look, a light flush still on his cheeks.
{We just met him we can't be in love}
[Too late…]
{Wait a second didn't we know a Pete-}
Yellow was interrupted as Peter set the bag in front of Wade.
“That's uh- 12.25, Deadpool”
Deadpool handed him a $20 bill “keep the tip, snookums” he grabbed at the bag and looked inside, then on the outside. “Woah now, I don't see a phone number anywhere around here.”
Peter was obviously trying not to smile, “I'm not allowed to give out personal information while working.” Wade was still leaning on the counter, “Not to disprove your point or anything, but uh, you already gave me personal information,” he leaned closer and flicked the name tag “Peter.”
Peter allowed himself to smile and a laugh bubbled up.
[Is that an angel singing?]
“It certainly sounds like it..” Wade mumbled under his breath.
Peter stopped laughing, but stayed smiling, quirking a brow at Deadpool.
Deadpool took out one of the chimichangas, unwrapping it and biting into it with a groan, “Sooo good..” He chewed thoughtfully, his eyes on Peter, “Say. Peter, what time does your shift end?” Peter pursed his lips, “or is that a No-no? Personal information?” That made Peters pursed lips break into a smile. “No no it's fine, I get off at 3,”
{We can get him off, like. Now.}
Wade nodded to yellow and glanced at his watch: 2:40AM.
“Well, 20 more minutes baby boy, that gives me just enough time to eat before I walk you home.” He watched as Peter's brow raised in question. “There's some bad guys out there, it's New York! Peter you gotta, it's the only safe option for a cute boy like you.” He whined “Pleaaaase Peter??”
{Call him Petey, that feels right, doesn't it?}
Peter laughed again, his cheeks seemed to be permanently blushed “Okay fine, if you insist.”
[Wait is it a good idea for us to know where this cutie lives, we can't fight the temptation of breaking in to watch him sleep.]
{It's too late, he agreed.}
Wade ate quickly, offering Peter bites even though he politely declined each time. Very slowly 2:55AM approached and a short girl named Cammie came in to take Peter's place. Wade held the door open for Peter and snuck a look at his ass as he passed.
“Okay Petey,” Peter glanced at him, “you're off work, so spill the beans. I want your life story, load me up with that sweet, sweet personal info.” Peter seemed tense at the thought but he relaxed after a moment and they began walking, it was chilly, they were the only ones out.
[I wish we had a jacket for him, I bet he's freezing!] Wade nodded to himself again.
Peter was still quiet, “Hmm. I don't know where to start..” Wade grinned at him through the mask, “What's your favorite colour?” Peter smiled back “Blue.” Wade nodded at him at replied “Mines red,” Peter laughed musically, “I couldn't tell.” Wade felt his heart leap at the boys laugh
“Animal?”
“Cats?”
“Oh-em-gee!! Me too Petey!!” Peter smiled more at Wade.
[I'm taken, my heart belongs to this boy. Look at that smile.]
{If I had eyes to roll, I'd be rolling them.}
“Okay, favorite holiday?” Wade bumped Peter's shoulder affectionately as they walked.
“Um, Christmas, no. Halloween. No- I don't know.” He shrugged and ducked his head. Wade wanted to ruffle his fluffy brown hair, but he refrained.
Peter stopped in front of a broken down looking building. “Ah, this is me.” He looked at the doors, the dim light of the lobby illuminating the dark crescents under Peter's eyes, it was now that Wade noticed how underfed Peter looked.
{Look where he lives, he's totally broke.}
[Can we keep him, please??]
Wade sighed “I wish.” Peter looked at him “What was that?” Wades eyes widened “Did I say that aloud? I was going to say, I wish I had your number, Petey.” He saw Peter roll his eyes and he fell to his knees comically “Peter, please!! I walked you home. I've been such a gentleman” he clasped his hands together.
{What if he's straight?}
Wade stopped suddenly. “Oh god no. Peter please don't tell me you're a heterosexual.”
Peter made a choking noise and brought a hand to his face.
Wade whined and slouched “Pleaaase Petey. Please be gay.” Peter let a small laugh escape him and he shook his head, “I guess I could count as bi.”
Wade leapt to his feet and cheered “Thank you Jesus!” He blew a kiss to the sky, Peter laughed and unlocked the door to his building. Wade looked at him “Peter wait I still need your number!” Wade grabbed his hand and met his warm brown eyes. “Walk me home tomorrow night and I'll give you my number.” His voice was coy. Wade released him nodded excitedly “I'll be there, don't you worry baby boy!” Peter flushed again and closed the door behind him,going up the stairs to his room.
Wade walked a distance from the building and watched it closely, sure enough a light in a top floor window lit up.
“Bingo.”