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A relationship between Wade Wilson and Peter Parker was, as would people say, complicated. They were doing some patrols together from time to time with some occasional flirting on Wade’s side and meetings for tacos now and then. Neither of them could pinpoint when they fell in love with each other but they did and instead of telling how they felt, they decided to keep it a secret.
It was just another hostage situation for Spiderman, nothing special. It was supposed to be smooth in and out action and that’s how they planned it. Just a random psycho trying to rob a bank with a gun while taking a few workers as hostages. Nothing Peter hadn’t done before. So he didn’t know exactly what went wrong. They were doing great, the robbers were about to surrender, until one of them pointed his gun at Peter. Before he could register what was happening a sharp pain shot through his stomach, just under his ribs, and then another inches under his left arm. He didn’t remember what happened after that, just like he had no idea how he ended up in some dirty and dark alleyway.
“Fuck..” he groaned, his back sliding down the wall as he sat on the ground.
He was thankful for his healing factor because otherwise he would bleed to death by now. But something was off. The wounds were still slightly bleeding even though they should’ve stopped by now. Breathing heavily he took his mask off to get more air, the movement causing even more pain, making him wince.
“Damn it..” he cussed, resting his head back against the wall.
‘So what now?’ he thought. He was too weak to get home on his own, and for once he didn’t take his phone.
He tried to move once again to see the damage the bullets made, but failed miserably. To see anything he would have to take off his suit, but the pain was too big.
He let out a frustrated groan.
“Why is this not healing?” he asked himself.
Normally he wasn’t a person to talk to himself but now it was his only way to push through the pain and stay conscious.
“Okay Peter, think. There is no way this is the end. I’m Spiderman for fuck’s sake..” his breathing was getting heavier with every word.
He couldn’t even scream for help, anyone who would find him would know his secret identity, and the only thing he feared more than death itself, was people knowing who he was. Idiotic right? Not when you have so many enemies.
He was too weak to get home.
He had no way to call anyone.
He realized he was helpless.
Fighting not to close his eyes he started quietly singing.
When there is desire there is gonna be a flame, where there is a flame someone’s about to get burned. But just because it burns doesn’t mean you’re gonna die…
Weird song choice, but what could he do, it was his latest earworm.
Suddenly he heard footsteps. Being certain that’s how he was going to die, he stopped singing and didn’t even move.
“So you also listen to PINK Spideyboy?” the person asked and Peter never felt such a mix of fear and relief at the same time.
“Deadpool?” he quietly called out huskily, using the rest of his strength to turn his head.
“Yea, what’s up Spidey, you’re stalking me? Dark alleyways are my specialty.” Deadpool joked until he stepped close enough to see what was actually happening.
At first he didn’t move, too shocked to do anything.
“Shit, Spidey?” now he sounded… worried? Scared?
“Yea..” Peter tried to move but the sharp pain once again shot through his body making him groan.
“What happened?” in a split second Wade was on his knees beside him and Peter was almost certain he was shaking. “Hey, don’t fall asleep baby boy.. Tell me what happened..”
“I got shot…” he gasped from pain when Deadpool picked him up. “What are you..?” he was too weak to finish that sentence.
“It’s okay I got you.. I got you Spidey but please don’t fall asleep.. Don’t die on me okay? Just please don’t die” Wade was babbling but Peter really struggled to stay awake. “I love you..” was the last thing he heard.
He didn’t care where they were going. The only thing that mattered was that maybe, this time, he wasn’t going to die.
‘I love you too..’ that was the last thought he had before everything went black.
Peter couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment it happened but the next time he woke up he was laying on something, he later realized was a couch. When he looked around he saw someone standing by the counter.
“Deadpool?” he whispered, gasping.
“You’re awake!” the man turned so now Peter could see him.
He wasn’t wearing his suit, instead he had on some kind of sweats but what really threw Peter off was that he also wasn’t wearing his mask.
“Deadpool?” he repeated, this time more in surprise.
“Yea I’m ugly I know.” the mercenary smirked. “But I thought it would be only fair if you also know how I look.” he explained kneeling beside him. “We need to patch you up, Spidey. You’re bleeding all over my couch.” he attempted a joke but the sadness and worry was clearly visible on his face. “I have to take off your suit.”
Peter nodded, too overwhelmed by the sudden identity reveal to say anything. After they managed to get him out of his suit the mercenary lent him some sweatpants before he started to clean the wounds.
“How did this happen?” he asked.
“Robbery..” Peter answered, hissing when Wade was disinfecting the wounds.
“You should be more careful..”
“Why would you care?” Parker knew it was a bit uncalled for, but Deadpool was the last person to tell him to be more careful.
“Because I do Spidey..” it almost seemed like Wade was on the verge of tears. “You could’ve died..”
There was a moment of heavy silence interrupted only by Peter’s groans of pain.
“Peter.” he said suddenly. He had no idea what had gotten into him to tell Deadpool his name, but he felt like he should.
The other man looked at him in shock.
“Wade.” he introduced himself.
“How did you find me?” Peter asked, gasping from the pain.
“I didn’t… I was going back from a mission when I heard your singing..” Wade admitted, his throat clenching.
“I’m glad you did..” Parker smiled sadly. “If it wasn’t for you..” he couldn’t bring himself to finish that sentence. “I thought it was my last lucky slip…” he said instead.
“Don’t say that Peter..” Deadpool finished cleaning the wounds and he was now putting on some bandages.
The sound of his own name in the mercenary’s mouth sounded off, but right at the same time.
“Why did you help me?” he asked.
“I couldn’t just let you die..” Wade was taking care of his arm wound when their eyes met and Peter couldn’t just look away.
“Why? You kill people.. And you probably killed some heroes too…” he had no idea why he said that, but he did and there was no coming back from that.
“You are different..” Wilson admitted.
“How?” Peter didn’t want to let it go that easily. He needed to confirm if what he heard before passing out was real, or did he imagined it.
But Wade didn’t answer. He finished taking care of his wounds and took all of the remaining bandages back to the counter.
“I heard you Wade.” he finally admitted and Deadpool froze.
“What do you mean?” Wade asked.
“You don’t have to pretend…” Peter tried to get up but the pain still was overwhelming.
“I’m sorry..” Deadpool whispered, finally turning to face the hero. ”I almost lost you and.. I couldn’t bear the thought of you dying… Let alone before telling you..”
“Can you come here please?” Parker asked and Wade listened. He kneeled down beside the couch, avoiding to look at the hero laying in front of him.
“Wade, look at me.” despite the incredibly huge pain, the brunet reached for Wade’s chin pulling his head up so he couldn’t look away “Don’t be sorry… I… I have feelings for you too..” he confessed.
“Petey you don’t have to say it just because I did.. We both know it’s not true..” the mercenary tried to look away but Peter pulled him even closer, gasping.
“If I wasn’t in so much pain I would kick your ass for saying that..” he joked smiling through the wince. “You have no right to tell me if what I’m feeling is true or not and I said it because it is true. Just before I blacked out I wanted to say it back but I couldn’t.. I don’t know how it happened but I’ve been into you for a while now..”
“Then why didn’t you say anything?” Wade was visibly shocked.
“Because if you didn’t feel the same it would destroy our friendship..” Peter explained.
“You thought of us as friends?” the older man still seemed like he didn’t believe any word Spiderman was saying.
“Of course I did, I was going out for tacos with you.” Parker quietly laughed causing his stomach wound to hurt even more, making him cough. “Well, I can’t laugh.. But yes Wade, I consider you my friend. A little unstable one who could kill me anytime but still a friend.”
“But like you said, I kill people, why would you like anyone who does that?”
“Honestly? I have no idea… I guess I also think of you as different from the rest.”
“But..” Wilson started but Peter cut him off.
“No but, I like you.. hell, I fell in love with you and now I know you did too so stop making up all those reasons why it isn’t a good idea and kiss me already.” the hero let out, surprised by his own boldness. He was hurt, tired and lonely for too long. He deserved to be happy, to be with someone who feels the same as he does.
“But..” Wade sounded like a broken record.
“Oh shut up already.” Peter had enough. Clenching his teeth he pulled Wade closer, getting up just enough so their lips could meet halfway.
At first the kiss was unsure and slow but when Peter licked Wade’s lips, hoping the mercenary would let him in, everything changed. Wilson parted his lips letting the other man deepen the kiss, his hands moved to grab Peter’s hair as he gently pushed the boy back against the couch making him groan. Scared, Wade stopped moving and pulled away slightly.
“Oh God I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” he asked genuinely worried.
Peter’s cheeks turned red as he was too embarrassed to admit it wasn’t from pain.
“Oh… Ooohh ..” Wade finally understood what happened.
“Yea..” Peter agreed shyly.
“I swear Petey you are too cute..” the mercenary smirked before kissing the boy once again, this time a bit slower than before but with much more love. Peter let out another groan but when Wade’s hand slowly slided down his chest he moaned. “Shit baby boy, you’re killing me with those sounds.” Wade pulled away. “I wish I could make you feel so good you would sound like that all the time.” the words went straight to Peter’s body, making him quiver, he tried to hide his red face behind his arm. “But,..” he grabbed the hero’s arm and pulled it away from his flushed face. “You are hurt and I don’t want to hurt you even more… So now you will rest until the wounds won’t heal.” he smiled softly, placing a light kiss on Peter’s forehead.
“And then?” the brunet looked at him and Wade could see desire creeping behind his eyes.
“And then I will make you feel so good you will scream my name so loud everyone would know who their amazing Spiderman is sleeping with.” the mercenary smiled devilishly making the other almost choke on his spit. “But now you need to rest.” he placed another soft kiss on hero's forehead and stood up.
“Wade wait.” Peter stopped him, grabbing his forearm.
“Yes?”
“I love you..” Parker didn’t believe he actually said that out loud, that he didn’t have to hide his feelings anymore.
“I love you too baby.” Wade smiled softly before leaning over and leaving a caring peck on other’s lips. “Now go to sleep.. You are safe here.”
It wasn’t long until Peter’s mind shut down and he slowly drifted away.
He wasn’t alone anymore.
He had Wade.
Wade loved him.
He was safe..