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Wade drummed his fingers against his knee as he watched the sea of people moving around in the bar. The crowd was mostly college kids, getting drunk on the weekends and partying here, God knows why.
Wade grimaced at a lanky young man who puked what looked like his entire life's worth of food, on his date. She quickly began angrily yelling at him, causing a scene that embarrassed Wade for no reason.
Tugging his jacket’s hood up higher, Wade hid his face in the dim light of the bar. After a long night of 'unaliving' people, he just wanted a drink.
Propping his elbows up on the bar, Wade buried his face in his hands staring at his whiskey forlornly between his fingers.
He truly missed being able to get drunk, the nice fuzzy feeling it gave you. Instead he has this burning of his skin and no drunkenness to help dull it, because his healing factor was too spectacular, he thought sarcastically.
He debated if it was worth staying in the stuffy bar any longer, maybe a nap would solve his mood.
"Hot damn.” An oddly familiar voice spoke up from behind Wade.
Twisting around in his bar seat, Wade turned hopeful eyes to the the form of a young man who was slouched across the bar, his body twisted so he faced Wade.
Ugh, it's not him.
Wade frowned. Spidey hadn't been in action for a few weeks. Half the city thought he was dead at this point, Wade missed the little goodie-two-shoes, and his annoying 'no killing' rule.
He watched silently as the boy pushed himself into a sitting position, tilted his head up as he grinned at Wade impishly. Across from them both, a bartender moved closer as he handed the other male a small shot glass.
"Hot damn," The younger man repeated, holding up the shot glass. His cheeks were flushed, drunk probably. His messy brown hair falling into his face while somehow also sticking out at odd angles.
Wade glanced at the shot glass still held out for him to look at.
Shit, of course. The shot is called Hot Damn.
Wade nodded slowly at the boy as he threw back his shot and waved at the bartender for another. Giggling he held up his empty shot glass again and smiled at Wade
"Hot damn, but you too," He said in a sultry tone before winking. He laughed again at his own joke, and pushed his rimmed glasses up on his nose, large brown eyes sparkling with humour.
God he's adorable. he's a nerd, I can feel it.
Wade felt his lips quirk into a small smile as the bartender grabbed the empty shot glass from the young male’s hand. The boy looked heart brokenly at his empty hand, before the bartender set a full shot glass before him once again. Smile renewed the boy tried to pick his glass up, his hand wobbling dangerously.
Wade snorted and shook his head.
"I think, I'm sup'r drunk," the messy haired male announced, his speech slurring as he wobbled dangerously on his stool.
"Yeah, I think you're drunk too," Wade commented, noticing how he looked like he was going to topple over. Gasping loudly, the boy turned injured eyes towards Wade
Wade frowned in confusion, “You just said you're su-"
Making an injured sound, the boy stood up. Squinting at Wade in offence, he stumbled away without another word, shot forgotten. Wade watched him as he grabbed a pile of his stuff presumably, and walked out the door, the large wooden door swinging shut behind him.
When no one followed him, momentary concern filled Wade at the idea of a drunk young person wandering around at night.
He will be fine, I'm going home.
Wade thought, dismissing the idea.
Muttering to himself about drunk college kids, he drained his glass and slapped a ten onto the counter as a tip before closing his tab.
Pulling his coat tighter around himself, Wade walked outside, the nights cold air was refreshing in contrast to the stifling warm air of the bar that he had been in for the past three hours.
Wade walked for a few blocks in silence, making his way towards his apartment. Suddenly he stopped walking and stood still at the entrance of a dark ally, I heard something. A sense of wary settled on his nerves.
Wade was silent as he listened, a few moments later the sound of someone puking sounded deep from within the ally. Grimacing Wade squared his shoulders and shuffled his feet, unsure of what to do when the painful sounding of retching started again.
"Um, are you okay?" Wade asked the ally.
"Yes," the person whimpered back.
"Do you need help?" Wade asked, desperately hoping some other friendly voice would dismiss him and his sense of obligation to help would leave
Slowly, a young man shuffled his way out of the ally with his head hung low. Wrapping his arms around his waist, the other male shivered violently. Where the hell is his jacket?
"Where's your coat?" Wade asked, rolling his eyes at the nerdy T-shirt saying 'Come to the nerd side, we have Pi.'
The boy mumbled something too low to be heard.
"You're going to have to speak up, I can't hear you butter cup," Wade teased. The boy sighed and tilted his head up to look at Wade.
Wade did a double take at the familiar sloppy brown hair and glasses.
"I think, I have been mugged" He spoke again, louder this time though his words were running together.
Wade felt anger bubble up in his chest at the thought of the boy being mugged while drunk. He had a familiar air around him.
Messing with his ruffled hair, the other male sniffed miserably and took his glasses off to wipe at his eyes.
"Where do you live?" Wade asked, he could at least help the kid get home safely from this point. Turning to look at the other male, Wade frowned as he swayed, his brown eyes rolling into his skull as he toppled forward. Lurching forward Wade caught him before he hit the ground.
Just my luck, why the fuck.
Shifting the boys weight Wade sighed to himself, "I'm gonna regret this.” Picking the younger boy up, he carried him bridal style for the remaining three blocks towards his apartment.
Taking the elevator Wade waited impatiently for the doors to open as the boy snuffled in his sleep and buried his face against Wades neck. Neck!? Wade panicked as he realised his hood must have fallen off earlier, had he seen?
Freeing one of his arms, Wade reached up to pull his hood on. But it was stopped as the boy shoved his arm back down, pulling his head up with some effort he squinted at Wade, his doe brown eyes looking into Wade's own panic struck eyes.
After a few moment of awkward silence the boy looked across Wades face, taking in the scars without the slightest disgust,
"Ya look fine," he mumbled before crumpling back against Wade’s chest again.
Wade frowned and darted out of the elevator as soon as the doors slid open. Making his way into his apartment he kicked the door shut and began walking to his bedroom. Despite what most believe, Wade’s house was clean and organised. Sure weapons were hidden everywhere, but who doesn't have that.
Wade laid the sleeping boy on the bed gently.
This is so creepy.
Walking out he closed the door behind him.
"What the hell, what the hell!?" Wade hissed to himself letting his internal panic fester for a few moments.
His pity party was struck short suddenly as he heard the tell tail sound of gagging from behind his closed bedroom door.
Grabbing the small trash can from the bathroom Wade ran into his bedroom and placed the can beside the bed, turning the boy on his side to give him better access. Wade wrinkled his nose as the boy wretched into the can,
"Th'nks" the boy muttered into the trash can, practically hugging it over the side of the bed. Wade nodded and went to fetch Tylenol and water. Leaving the other male to settle.
Filling a glass from the tap, Wade ditched his sweat shirt. He has already seen my face, not like I can hide it.
Slipping into the bedroom again, he settled for sitting on the opposite end of the bed as Wade handed the boy the glass and waited as he drank.
" 'm sorry." the boy muttered as he handed Wade the glass, "I smell like puke and," he sniffed his shirt before frowning, "Disgusting," he muttered.
Wade stifled a laugh and nodded,
"Would you like some other clothes?"
The boy nodded silently and smiled fondly when he looked at Wade’s face. Weirdo.
Wade grit his teeth against the discomfort of having someone in his space for the first time in so long. Distracting himself he dug through his dresser, before abandoning it and fetching a pair of Spider-Man pajama bottoms and a unicorn shirt from his closet. Wade tossed them on the boy’s stomach, startling him awake.
"Where am I?" He asked as he sat up. picking the pants up he squinted at them, laughing he nodded and dropped backwards onto the bed again.
This dude is an absolute weirdo.
Wade flicked the lamp on beside his bed, so that the room wasn’t lit only from the living rooms light shining into the bedroom. Moaning the boy hid his face in Wade’s pillow, trying to escape the light.
"You're like a cockroach," Wade commented, earning a frown from the other boy.
"M cuter," he mumbled back to Wade through the pillow.
"Sure," Wade shot back, not willing to admit that it's true.
"I'm cuter than a roach, Wade," The younger male huffed as he burrowed under the blankets. His tone truly offended.
He just called me Wade, I didn't give a name. Cold apprehension settled into Wade’s chest as he realised that somehow, the kid knew him. That was rarely a nice surprise.
Pretending not to notice the other man’s slip up, Wade quietly grabbed one of his pistols from his underwear drawer silently. Don't judge me, it's safe.
"How do you know my name?" Wade asked, keeping his voice light as he cocked the gun. The boy’s body tensed at the click of the chamber, sitting up he stared at Wade sombrely, his gaze slightly unfocused.
"Wade, don't do that. Put it away," he looked tired. His hair sticking up and eyes still red from crying earlier.
"Better start talking, baby boy," Wade said lightly, but his voice was still sharp with an underlaying threat.
"It's me, Peter," the boy said frowning at Wade in confusion.
"I don't know a peter."
Wade tilting his head, before aiming the gun at Peter's face, Wade prepared to shoot him, trying to recall if he got a new bottle of bleach.
"Wade, it's me, Spidey!" Peter screeched as he jumped off of the bed and stuck to the wall. Wade opened his mouth, but nothing came out as he stared at Peter.
Peter stared back at him. His chest rising and falling in quick succession, as he watched the gun, his brown eyes wide and scared.
Scratching his head with the gun, Wade plopped himself onto the bed,
"I thought you were dead."
Peter rolled his eyes, so that's what he looks like when he rolls his eyes.
Suddenly Wades face broke into a wide smile,
"So, your name is Peter?"
Peter frowned and nodded,
"I thought you knew that already."
Wade looked at him cluelessly.
Flushing Peter shrugged and slid down the wall. Once his feet were on the ground, he crossed his arms and ducked his head again.
"You're a mercenary, I figured you'd found out by now, we've been friends for like three years now," Peter explained sheepishly. Wade laughed and shook his head,
"I wouldn't do that to you," Wade said, his voice serious.
Peter smiled and scratched the back of his neck, taking a step towards he bed as he watched Wade closely.
Wade knew that posture, he was waiting for Wade to make the wrong move so he could run.
Patting the bed beside him, Wade motioned for him to sit.
Peter slowly crept up to the bed and sat down, crossing his legs as he faced Wade and smiled.
Wade turned his head away from his view subconsciously,
"What are you looking at?" He grumbled. Peter smiled and shrugged,
"I missed ya," Wade smiled and shook his head.
"You're drunk."
Peter snorted and shook his head dramatically,
"Only a smidge,"
"Smudge," Wade corrected.
"What?"
"Nothing."
Peter shrugged and laid down, burying himself in the blankets he yawned loudly, and closed his eyes.
Wade stood and grabbed a pillow from the bed, opening the door he flicked the light off, prepared to go sleep on the old couch.
"You can sleep in the bed, I don't mind," Peter mumbled. Wade snorted,
"You're drunker than I thought."
Peter didn't respond, lifting a corner of the blanket, he waited for Wade to crawl in. After a moment of remembering how truly shit his couch was, Wade muttered "Fuck it" and crawled in beside Peter’s warm body.
Wade was about to drift off when Peter rolled over and wrapped his limbs around Wade, burying his face in the crook of Wade’s shoulder, before he huffed in content.
Timidly Wade wrapped and arm around Peter’s waist, god I hope he's this friendly tomorrow.
Smiling to himself, Wade buried his nose in Peter’s hair and sighed. He took in he porcelain skin, and light bone structure.
"You look twelve baby boy."
Peter huffed and pushed at his side weakly,
"I'm twenty two," he whined, his voice laced with sleep.
"Whatever you say, baby boy," wade said, smiling softly as Peter’s breathing evened out as he fell asleep.
Closing his eyes Wade fell asleep too, a small smile on his lips