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A knock came to Wade’s door early in the morning--on a fucking Saturday. Saturday! Of all the days in the week, Saturday--his day off--was interrupted. Nobody bothers Wade Wilson, the fearsome Deadpool, on his day off. There’s even a poorly drawn representation in crayons of what would happen if someone knocked at all on the weekend taped right on his door.
{Maybe we should have used more than one color on our drawing to get our point across.}
Wade finally snapped and jumped out of bed; He slipped on his mask, grabbed the 9mm from his side table, and angrily stomped towards the door when the knocks became loud and rapid.
“Unless you’re Peter Parker in a goddamn bikini at 8 in the fucking morning," He barked as he clutched the knob and yanked the door open. "I--”
“Hi Wade.”
It was Peter. The Peter Parker in--are those...swim shorts? Peter was in swim shorts and a hoodie. His smile suddenly set the merc back into a good mood and he dropped his gun. Wade leaned against the doorframe with arms crossed and a hungry grin on his face--thank god Peter couldn't see.
It’s not a bikini but it sure is close.
“Well, well, well,” he purred. “If it isn’t my scrum-diddly-umptious Petey-Pie. What brings you at my doorstep?”
“Well…” Peter blushed and shoved his hands in his pockets. He looked away and rocked on his feet, trying to come up with a response.
{He’s so cute when he gets embarrassed~}
[I find it funny that he’s even here of all places.]
“...I was wondering if you’d like to go to the beach...with me. Er, today.”
Wade pushed off the doorframe and leaned in close to Peter. He raised a brow. “Seriously? You’re not dressed in swim shorts to seduce me?”
"As if!" Peter’s shyness flickered off as he pushed Wade’s face away, giving the merc that sour expression he always wore around him. "Do you wanna come or not?”
“I would never miss a chance to see that shredded body, babyboy. Of course I’ll come! Is anyone else coming? I’ve always wanted to play beach volleyball.” The merc jumped up and down like a little kid.
“No, not today,” Peter was blushing again. “I-It’s just us this time.”
Wade gasped. He narrowed his eyes at Peter and pointed an accusing finger at him. “You’re asking me out on a date, aren’t you?”
Peter flinched, turning completely red and flustered. He pushed Wade back into his apartment. “Just get ready, asshole.”