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“Hey. Petey. 😏”
Peter glanced at his phone and frowned.
“What do you need Wade, I’m busy.”
“Oh. Nothing.... 😏”
Peter hated that little smug emoji face more than anything in the world.
“Not a chance, I’m busy with Tony.”
“Aw. Could’ve said Steve, gimmie a real nice mental image.”
“I don’t want to know what you’re doing, do I?”
“Oh. I’m sure you can guess.”
“😏”
Peter groaned, letting his head hit the table for a minute before he replied. Wade hadn’t waited for his response, and a truly obscene photo filled the screen.
“Oh my god. You’re an absolute tramp. Put it away.”
“I’d have somewhere to put it if you came home already.”
“Hey Pete! Give me a hand?”
Peter, distracted by Steve’s call from further in the hanger, dropped his phone and jogged off to help. When he returned to the desk a while later, Tony was refusing to look at him.
“Err... Wade’s been after you.”
“Wade?... oh no!”
Wade glanced up from one of Peter’s comics he’d picked up when the boy went quiet, grabbing his phone as it beeped.
“So. I left my phone unlocked and Tony saw everything.”
Wade’s laughter echoed around the apartment for the next twenty minutes.