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Peter could hear the slight snore coming from the mercenary in the other room. He did think it was possible for the other man to settle for long enough to fall asleep. He was always twitchy and restless.
Sighing, Peter stood up from the desk he had been working on to check the damage that the merc had no dough caused. Peter didn't want to get landed with an even bigger bill then the one they were getting for renting the hotel room to hide out in. Once again, Deadpool had managed to pull Peter in to one of his messes. Well, maybe it was entirely the merc’s fault that Peter was involved.
Deadpool being in New York always meant he had a job in town to do. What means Spiderman had to stop him from doing his “job”. Peter had manage to track him down to the docks were Deadpool was hiding behind some crates. He had planned to go down, rough him up, and kick him out of town. But when Peter had landed in front of Deadpool, towering over him, he soon realised why the merc had been hiding.
It turned out that the merc had tracked down a large group of terrorists that were planning something big and they had been using the docks as their base. He had plan to stealth in, take down the head guy and put a stop to all their plans before going any further.
Peter didn't know this at the time.
By landing down in front of the merc and starting in on him, Peter had unknowingly revealed his position and that he was there. The group had started open firing at them with strange weapons. Peter was about to run in to the frae when the merc had grabbed him and started running away in the opposite direction. Taking the merc’s lead, Peter started running as well.
Once they were far enough away they stopped to rest a little. That was when the merc had turned to him and started yelling at him saying he could have got himself killed. He then went on about how Peter had ruined months of tracking and work that the merc had done to find those people (Peter know getting filled in on what Deadpool had been doing). He had ruined the one good shoot that he had at stopping them before they could get any closer to completing their plans. Now he will have to try and find them all over again, thanks to Spiderman sticking his nose in to where it didn't belong
Peter tried to apologies for the set back in the merc’s plan but he had already moved on. Deadpool decided that it would be best if they stayed low for a while just encase the group came after them and that it would be wise to stick together. Normally Peter would pass on the idea with staying with the merc any longer than he had to. But there was something about how the other man was taking this all very serious that made Peter pause. Deadpool never took anything serious.
So Peter decided to agree with the mercenary and that’s how they had ended up in this hotel room 5 hours later. Deadpool had decided to watch TV and order room service. Not wanting to watch the merc eat all the food he ordered, Peter left him be and went in to the other room.
But now everything was quiet except for the chatter coming from the TV and the light snoring. Ducking his head in to the other room, Peter found the merc sprawled over the couch in front of the tv. He had striped out of his suit and sat it on the floor next to the couch with his boots on top. His mask, as always, remained on his head.
Peter went over and switched the TV off. After it clicked off he turned to look at the merc and gasped. Whenever he had seen flashes of the merc his skin had always been horribly wounded or scared. He could never look at the merc’s flesh without feeling a little sick (especially watching a piece of limb grow back). Not this time though.
This time the skin on the merc was barely damaged, with only a few bits that looked a bit red. Peter knew that the merc looked a mess thanks to his cancer being at war with his healthy cells all the time. Deadpool had explained to him a while back about it all. Explained that sometimes it was bad and other times it was really bad. In all the time Peter knew the merc, he had never seen the merc look so healthy. In a way Peter was happy that the merc was having a rest from it, even for a little while.
The most important thing to Peter though was the suit. Whenever he saw the merc, the suit was always on, so Peter could only see a killer. But know that it was gone, he looked like a completely different person from the crazed mercenary that Peter was used to. And that, more than anything, shocked Peter most. He had never considered the man underneath the suit.
He knew Deadpool was very well built and it was hard to even find a soft area on his body. Now he could see just how well defined he really was underneath that suit. Deadpool was just lying there in his boxers. Peter could feel his checks go hot as he followed with his eyes down the mercenary’s tight flat stomach. He had always felt a slight attraction to men but nothing to serious for him to pay much attention to it. But with the merc now spread out over the couch with barely anything on, Peter was very aware of how nice a sight he was like that.
“It’s kind of creepy you standing there watching me, Romeo.”
Startled, Peter was thankful that his mask was still on to cover his face as it got suddenly warmer. The merc laughed to himself, knowing he had surprised the young hero.
“Relax!” He sat up, rubbing a hand over his face. “I didn't think you were still awake.”
“Well it’s kind of hard to sleep when you’re shouting and laughing at the TV.” Peter folded his arms over his chest.
The merc chuckled and Peter could see the outline of the smile on his face. “In that case, why don’t you join me web-head? Plan 9 From Outer Space is showing. We could huddle together at the scary parts.” He patted the seat next to him and wiggled his eyebrow from under the mask.
Peter just stared at that spot for several seconds. After what he just felt not that long ago, he wasn't sure if he should sit so close to the merc. In the end he decided to sit and Deadpool let out a sound of satisfaction.
“See! That wasn’t so hard know was it?” you could practically hear the grin in his voice.
“I guess . . .”
“Don’t worry, Baby Boy, I won't bit you . . . . well, not intentionally.”
For some reason that made Peter’s heart race a little. The idea of the merc’s teeth . . .
“What is your name?”
“My name?” The merc stared at him and tilted his head a little.
That tilt did something to Peter’s stomach. Swallowing, he nodded his head. For some reason it was important to know the name of the man sitting next to him.
The merc stared at him for a little longer then laughed. “All this time we’ve known each other and you don’t know my name? I’m hurt boo!” He grinned at Peter from under the mask. “It’s Wade. Wade Wilson.”
Wade. Peter rolled the name over in his head for a moment. It suited the man in front of him. And the way his name just rolled off, it sounded nice.
He watched as Wade lifted has mask up a bit on face so that he could lift a beer, from the table, to his mouth. As he stared at Wade drinking the beer, Peter wondered what was going on with him. He had never felt like this near the mercenary before. Not ever. The mad was crazy and a killer. He would even kill Spiderman at the right price. So why now all of a sudden? Why couldn’t he tare his eyes from the scar that was on that hard jaw, which ran down the length of his neck to collar bone. His hand itched to trace it and find others that caressed that wonderful body.
“You’re staring again.”
The change in Wade’s voice pulled Peter out of his thoughts. “uhh . . . I, uh, was just . . . I’ve never seen you without your suit. You, uh, look different.”
A tick started in his jaw line as Wade clenched his teeth. Gone were the smile and a tension set in to the whole of his body. He made to pull down his mask. Panicked, Peter leaped forward to stop him, causing the merc to fall back.
“NO DON’T-” He realise to late what he’d done and all he could do was stare down at the merc beneath him. Wade stared back, his mouth slightly open in surprise. “I, ah . . . . Sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. Just, you were going to pull your mask down and I really didn’t want you to do. And that was a dumb. A very dumb thing to do.” Peter got up off Wade and the coach, and started to back up in to the other room. “I’m just going to go in here. Leave you be. Again. Sorry.”
The whole time he was backing up, Wade watched him with his mouth still slightly open. Peter kept babbling on until he hit the door, opened it, and left the room. Smooth, Parker, very smooth.