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Wade was gone.
After three days without visits, Peter accidentally ended up in front of Wade's building and decided to say hi. It had been empty except for a bag of cash with a badly written note of 'on a mission brb'. That was on January 3rd.
It wasn't unheard off and Peter shrugged it off. Wade would be back in a week or so.
Maybe two.
A whole damn month passed without a sign of him. No messages, calls, or even something on the news. Was Peter worried? Of course. Was he a little bored? Yep. Were patrols more tiring without him? Maybe. Did Peter missed Wade? That was not the point.
Peter was not his mom or whatever, so he decided to leave the guy alone – not like he could die anyway. Instead, he used that time to bury all those weird, not welcome thoughts that invaded his head during the past months.
He was almost convincing himself of his success when it happened.
First of all, when you are a guy bit by a radioactive spider and needs to deal on a daily basis with megalomaniac people who calls themselves stuff like Doctor Octopus, you become hard to surprise. Second, he lived in New York. His life was weird, Peter had learned to deal with that.
Still, he was not sure how to react to the sounds coming from his apartment. There was muffled shouting and an occasional loud bang Peter could hear even before he finished climbing the stairs. Just what he needed, to be robbed.
Looking around to make sure there was no one, he equipped the web shooters and opened the door slowly. The scene that welcomed him was not less confusing.
Wade was lying on his couch, suit on, holding a bunch of crumpled roses badly tied together in what, Peter supposed, should be a bouquet. Also, there was an open box on the coffee table with a pizza badly cut in a way that would resemble a heart if there wasn't a slice missing. A football game was on the TV, full volume.
That was a lot of information to process so Peter stood there, speechless. Thankfully Wade was always ready to fill the silence:
“Oh, shit, hold on,” he scrambled to pick turn the game off and grabbed his cellphone, “Fucking gloves make shit hard, there should be an iphone for glove users, gotta talk with Stark about that one. Yeah, found it,” Love on Top started blasting from the speakers, “Surprise!”
“Wade...” Beyoncé helped Peter find his voice, “What the hell?”
“Pick your chin off the floor, baby boy. That's my gift for you,” Wade announced, pointing to himself with a grand gesture, “Sorry for the screaming, you took so long I had to distract myself.”
“Gift,” he repeated closing the door before any noisy neighbor decided to check what the ruckus was about.
He couldn't even see Wade's face yet Peter knew he was wiggling his eyebrows, “You gonna stay there looking dumb or start touching, tasting or whatever you spiders do?”
“What is the gift for?”
Peter was pretty sure it was not his birthday. Or Wade's – he was not above doing something like that on his own birthday. He tried to remember the calendar and his face fell.
“It's Va-”
“It's Valentine's day, Petey!”, Wade interrupted, obviously grinning, “Check out the romantic scenario I built for you. We got music, flowers, pizza – it's pineapple by the way, suck it up. Ha! Suck it, get it? Anyway, there is even super romantic booze,” He fished a six pack of beer from behind the couch, “Champagne was too expensive and I may or may not have blown my last paycheck on a pretty cool rocket launcher.”
“Your last paycheck,” Peter enunciated slowly taking a few steps into the living room, “How do you even- Scratch that, where have you been?”
“Uh, France?”
Peter was ready to calm himself with the reminder that he had no right to demand anything from Wade – as he had constantly during the past month. However, Wade had the ability to decimate his peace of spirit.
“Hello? Earth to Petey? I know it's super rude to interrupt someone's mental breakdown, but come on, I'm baring my heart here, snuggles. You could cry, maybe a thank-you blowjob, I'm not picky.”
“I'm going to kill you,” Peter announced through clenched teeth.
“Wrong reaction.”
“Why didn't you say anything before leaving? Or during? Just a single message so I know your pieces are not scattered around somewhere! Do you even know how it was to go weeks without hearing from you?” he snapped, “Do you?”
Wade looked ready to make a joke but seeing Peter's face he bit his tongue, “Uh, sorry?”
“I bet you are because I'm about to throw you out of the window,” Peter stomped on his direction but Wade wasn't sent flying across the room.
Instead, he ended up with an armful of the man. Peter pushed his shoulders violently, making the couch wiggle for a second before ripping Wade's mask off and joining their lips. Despite his anger, the moment the kiss started all the violence drained from him.
It was not exactly a new sensation, Peter would lying if he said it sent shocks through his body. It was different, the rush of adrenaline was not present. Neither the clash of teeth or the excitement of maybe getting caught.
Peter felt his whole body go lax on the merc's lap when he finally answered the kiss. Wade being a damn good kisser only added to the warmth spreading on his lower belly. A hand dropped lower and squeezed his ass, making Peter scoot closer to Wade – only fair since Anaconda started playing.
When they broke apart Peter was sure his heart would carve a way out of his chest. He used the fleeting second while he recovered his breath to panic. Maybe he had read it all wrong. It was not like Wade didn't flirt with everything that moved.
“I should disappear more often,” Deadpool said with a dazed look on his face. Just like that, the worry was gone.
“Don't you dare,” Peter replied, unable to hide his small smile, “I don't date guys that go to France without warning me.”
That managed to sent Wade into an overdrive if his shocked look was anything to go by. Peter knew him well enough to know his voices were freaking out and it made him weirdly proud it was his fault.
“So, where are the candles?” he provoked, not moving from his new spot to appreciate the 'romantic scenario' Wade had set.
Peter knew he was far too gone by the way he actually found it cute.
“What?” Wade spoke at last.
“Candles, like, a bunch of them around like in movies that would probably burn my house down in a sec? Or rose petals that would take a month to clean up?”
Wade squinted and crushed one of the abused flowers, trowing the petals on Peter's face, “Done! Fuck you, Spider. I put my heart on the line here and you want shitty candles? You are such a gold digger.”
“I seriously doubt anything here costs you more than seven bucks,” he giggled, “I also don't date guys who eat pineapple pizza, so gross.”
“Tough shit, sugar plum,” his arms tightened around Peter, grinning, “We are official now, you said it not me. Except if that was a weird welcome back bro kiss,” Wade frowned, “then, uh...”
Feeling suddenly light headed Peter gave him a quick peck, “It wasn't. But the pet names gotta stop.”
“Yeah, not gonna happen, baby boy,” Wade kissed him again, all his confidence back, “Yummy bear,” Another kiss, “Cuddle cakes,” A kiss, “Strawberry bubbles,” Kiss, “Lil pandabear.”
“That's disgusting,” Peter laughed, “Jesus, I hate you.”
“Tell that to the fangirls.”
Peter decided to let Wade pepper kisses all over his face while whispering ridiculous pet names, the dumb happy smile not going anywhere. Neither would Wade now that he had a say. But for the time, Peter was just glad they wouldn't need to correct anyone for a change.