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He looked over the ledge of the rooftop once again, and thought about jumping. What would happen? Would anyone care? Yes, Aunt May would. Gwen and MJ, too. But after he did it they wouldn’t have to worry about him anymore.
He had to stop thinking like this. He knew he did. That thin string of webbing connecting himself to them was all that was keeping him from falling deep into the abyss of his own mind sometimes. Plus, there were other people who needed him. He had to man up and not be such a pussy.
Do the people in this city really deserve his help though? His kindness and his moral infallibility? No, they didn’t, they hadn’t 10 years ago when he started and they sure as hell didn’t now. He would give it to them anyway though, that’s the least he could do with what he had.
He had just decided for the third time this week (or fourth, but who’s counting) not to kill himself when he sensed someone coming near and climbing quickly up the ladder to the rooftop he was on. Peter was in his civvies, but still was prepared for a fight if that was what he needed to do.
He was wholly unprepared for the red and black leather-clad man that came hulking up, with katanas strapped in an ‘X’ on his back, with countless other weapons concealed (or not concealed) on his person.
The man looked surprised and a bit confused, an impressive face to pull off under the mask. Peter wondered how he had modified it to allow for such expression.
“Sorry sugarbuns, must have climbed up to the wrong rooftop by accident, my mind’s a bit scrambled so that happens sometimes. My rooftop definitely doesn’t have cuties like you hanging out on top of it. Like ever. Probably because it’s a massive biohazard. Should have known something was up when i couldn’t smell it from the alley…” the man rambled on.
Peter didn’t really know what to say to that, so he didn’t say anything. He figured this man wasn’t the type to leave a silence unfilled. He was right.
“You want some burritos?” the man asked.
Peter perked up a bit at that. He may have gotten an actual job and have enough money to pay for rent *and* food at the same time but he certainly wouldn’t turn down free food. Of course it could be poisoned, but now that he thought about it, he hadn’t actually remembered to eat today and his stomach was going wild.
He would take a chance, even if this man was in a glorified gimp suit and had way too many weapons. His spidey-sense hadn’t gone off yet, and some part of him felt inclined to trust the other man, as batshit crazy as that would seem to any normal person. Plus, if he did die, at least he would get to eat the burrito first.
“Don’t worry, if i was trying to poison random people i would spare someone with an ass like yours.” he said, as if he had read Peter’s mind.
“The name’s Wade Winston Wilson by the way, I know, i should get royalties for website links.”
Hmm, Wade. Peter thought the name fit him.
“…Peter” he felt as if he owed Wade his own name if he was getting food out of this.
“Alright Petey-pie, you want chicken or beef?”
“Chicken, please”
“There you go, peaches. One chicken burrito.” He said, handing it to Peter.
As Peter bit into it, Wade looked curiously at him.
“You know, you really shouldn’t trust a random burrito some stranger on a rooftop with a bunch of weapons gives to you”
Peter shrugged his shoulders with a mouthful of burrito. It was good. Really good, actually.
He sat side by side with Wade for a bit in a slightly stilted silence, finishing his burrito, then he jolted as he realised the time.
“Shit fuck shit. I’m gonna be late for my job. Sorry to bolt, thanks for the food, it was really nice.” he said as he rushed to get up and fling himself down the ladder and run to change into his Spider-Man suit to go on patrol.
He couldn’t forget his duty, he had crimes to stop.