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“Could you… not? Please?”
Peter’s lips were pressed into a small line, and worry creased his brow. Wade absolutely hated having to look directly into those brown, pitying eyes.
“What?”
“Could you not––” Wade’s voice sounded a little pained, hands gesturing vaguely at Peter. Big hand gestures, like Peter were far too much for him to quantify. “Do that. That thing you’re doing. With your eyes. On me. Your eyes, looking at me.” Wade placed a fingertip on Peter’s cheek, forcibly turning it to the direction of the New York skyline in front of them. “Quit it.”
While Peter’s head turned to face the lit windows of the skyscraper opposite, his eyes darted to side eye Wade. Wade could only grumble in response.
“You know I don’t mind, right?”
“I mind.” Wade said abruptly.
There was a cold pause. Just what Wade was banking on.
Wade looked at the lights from the building opposite distractedly, before his gaze turned downwards, to the tired fabric he’d been running through his fingers. His mask. Just as he was about to put it back on, to spare the city another glance at his stunning visage, Peter spoke up.
“Don’t.”
Peter’s voice was small. Wade couldn’t refuse, despite not even being sure whether it was meant as an order or not.
“I… just… I don’t know what you’re expecting from me, Wade.”
“I don’t know, probably the old ‘you disgust me to the point where looking at you makes me physically ill’ conversation”, his facial expression sold it as a joke, but the shake in his voice made clear that it wasn’t. “That usually pops up, this point in a relationship.”
Peter was quiet for a beat. Wade had expected that.
“You know, I’ve seen some pretty gnarly things in my time,” Peter spoke, “I’m talking ugly. Like, make-your-own-mother-cry ugly. Nightmare ugly. Ug-lee.”
Wade tilted his head, one eye squinting at Peter, skeptical.
“Gee, I feel so much better.”
Peter placed a hand on Wade’s shoulder, which Wade justifiably raised an eyebrow at.
“Point is, this ‘disgusted to the point that looking at you makes me feel ill’ conversation you’re anticipating? Not going to happen.”
Eye contact. Wade could only shrink away from Peter’s honest features.
“Try selling that to me again on a full-stomach, sweetheart” said Wade, with a toothy grin, which might’ve been convincing, if his eyes hadn’t given him away.