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“wade, no!” Peter yells, reaching out with a snarl as he grabs wades arm. The gun falls out of wade’s hand in shock and a weird sense of surprise.
“what’s up sugar plum?” Wade pouts through his mask, shrugging Spidey’s touch off him gently.
“you’re not killing them!” Peter yells, rolling his eyes and he watches as Wade shakes his head. ”nope,” Wade says, popping the ‘p’.
“WADE!”
———
“that ceiling fan was so nice,”
Peter frowns, looking around at the bloodied room of the mansion belonging to a dickhead of a drug dealer. The ceiling fan mockingly sways with a creak as a drop of blood falls off of it.
The blood falls onto Peter’s foot and he grimaces. “yuck,” Peter shakes his foot and sighs, looking at Wade with an angry look on his face that’s covered by the spidey mask.
”i thought we had a deal!” Peter snarls, huffing angrily. “you said you wouldn’t kill anyone when you were with me- damn that you said you wouldn’t kill anyone, period!”
Wade stands there, staring at Peter.
”you’re hot when you’re angry,” Is all Wade takes from Peter’s talk, and it enrages Peter more.
With a thwip Wade is attached to the ceiling fan hung by his arms.
“hot stuff this isn’t fair! your webs are totally my kink!!”
The sound of Peter swinging out of a window is the response.
——
Peter is sitting on a building swinging his legs as he looks down at the little ants of people walking or running beneath him, he likes to stare at people and name them and give them a backstory. Okay that’s not weird at all!
The odor of iron infests his nose, and his spidey sense activates. Hair stands up on the back of his neck and he looks behind him.
”Wade,” Peter rolls his eyes.
Wade frowns, he’s holding something from behind his back. “I’m sorry?” Wade extends his arm and in his hands is a card and a chocolate bar.
”… oh,” Is peter’s quiet response.
Peter accepts the chocolate with a kind of weak smile.
”now can you unmask for me?” Wade says giddily.
He earns a web in the face.
——
One night they’re both on a rooftop rambling together on and on.
”webs,” Deadpool says quietly, Peter doesn’t hear him as he’s focusing on his ramble session. “webs!” Wade says louder.
”whattie?” Peter responds, cutting off his talk about cereal being a soup.
“I think i’m in love with you,”
Peter laughs, laughs throwing his head back and holding his chest kinda laugh.
until he realises Wade isn’t laughing back.
uh oh.
It takes Peter two life questioning breakdowns, four panic attacks and one realisation before a tumbling whirl of blue and red smashes into wades window.
”didn’t stick the landing-“ Peter says with a cough, laying on his back as Wade stares down at him. Peter stands up quickly, dusting himself off and using the wall to support himself.
”as long as you don’t get me imprisoned, die too much, don’t embarrass me with your crimes and you don’t dirty your nice ceiling fan-“
Peter takes the mask off, revealing a mop of brown hair and warm skin and piercing eyes.
“then i love you too,” Peter says boldly, and Wade squeals like a little girl before doting on Peter.
”my god webs, you are so adorable oh my god!” Wade squeals, pinching peter’s cheek. “my spider!”
——
“wade you said you wouldn’t dirty a nice ceiling fan again…”
Peter says disappointed as he sees Wade standing in his living room, a wreck all over the place.
”there was a spider,” Is wades reply.