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It's raining cats and dogs outside. No joke. It's bad. The streets of New York had turned into small rivers, cars showering those unfortunate enough to be walking on the sidewalks in the nasty water flowing down street. The sidewalks are also just giant puddles with a few spots to walk on without dealing with water swapping into your shoes.
Peter is one of those trying to dodge the floods coming from every side. His spider-sense was somewhat of a help to dodge the petty drivers' attempts to aim water at him but he still is drenched down to his underwear. His fault for going out in only a hoodie, shirt, pants and sneakers instead of checking the weather report. Or he should have taken Happy's offer to drive him. But then he would have to tell Happy where Wade lives and if Tony finds out.. Peter would rather not think about it. His dad-figure isn't their biggest fan to begin with. Mostly because of his boyfriends "profession" as a merc. He would probably have a heart attack if he found out how Wade lives. Wilson had never been a clean person much to Peter's slight annoyance. But he can live with it.
Peter stops at a rundown apartment block. Walls covered in graffiti tags, broken fire ladder which looks like someone just ripped it off, overflowing trash cans creating strong smells, the list goes on. It's not the best for his senses. Hopefully, Wade lets him in quickly before he's catching a cold.
His hand glides over the different names on the door bells. Some are missing or smashed in. It always takes a moment until he finds the fake name the mercenary has put up "just in case". A bit sad and scary how that's necessary.
A few moments later the door buzzed open and Pete steps into the building, looking around one last time to make sure none of the Avengers, or Happy, have followed him. Wouldn't be the first time he caught one of them spying after him. He's an adult now yet they still act like he's a child needing constant supervision. Why can't they accept that?
Quickly he jumps up the stairs, hurrying so he can rip those wet clothes clinging uncomfortably to his skin, irritating him unbelievably. He just wants to get out of them into something more comfortable, cuddle up to his boyfriend and forget about everything, if it's only for an hour.
And there it is. The old door. It looks like every other one the floor. But it's special. It's where his boyfriend lives.
Wade is already peeking out of the half close door in his usually hoodie outfit.
"Wade, please let me in" Peter pleads as his boyfriend doesn't move when approached, instead avoiding his gaze.
"Pete.. hey."
Huh? No hug? This is strange. Usually the merchant is way more bubbly, practically jumping at him and swinging him around like a child. Not this time though.
"Can I come in? Kinda cold out here"
Wade jerks slightly as if ripped out of his thoughts, looking back at his boyfriend who's currently dripping onto the hallway and shaking from the cold settling in. He bites his lip. Not in the usual flirting way. No. As if he's feeling.. guilty? Sad? What's going on? This is slowly freaking Peter out. Is something wrong?
"Hello? Earth to Wade Wilson. Talk to me" he snips his finger in front of the others face, concern seeping into his words like the rain which now had reached even the lowest layers of his clothes.
Finally, Wilson steps back and opens the door, letting Peter come in. "Sorry.." he closes the door behind him, shoving his hands into the hoods pocket.
There's a long awkward silence. No jokes, no flirting or cheeky remarks about his "baby boy being wet without him even doing anything" or something quirky like that. Now Peter is standing awkwardly in the middle of the small living room, a small puddle forming under him from his wet clothes, glancing at his lover who is staring at his mismatched socks, his big toe poking out of the giant hole in the left one.
"Wade?"
No answer. This is getting ridiculous. What is wrong with him?
"Wade, you know you can tell me everything, right?" Peter tries to put a hand on the others shoulder. Yet no reaction for longer than he's comfortable with.
Wade nods carefully, still avoiding eye contact. He seems lost. Not in his usual weird sense where he spaces out or talks to "the readers". In a "I'm hiding something and don't know how to tell you". It's making Pete nervous. His spider-senses are on high alert. Did something happen? Is he in danger? Did he maybe do something that got him sad? Wade is usually so cheerful, not getting upset or mad at much besides if someone gets his food order wrong.
"Listen, I'm going to grab one of your hoodies and sweatpants and then we'll have a conversation. This is freaking me out"
Wade nods, still finding his socks or perhaps the old floor very interesting. Clearly more interesting than his boyfriend trying to talk to him! That was until it clicks that Peter is actively going into his bedroom and towards the closet.
As soon as the hero turns to the bedroom closet to grab some clothes from it, the mercenary sprints over as if chased by an angry hornet, throwing himself in front of the closet like a living shield. "Don't!"
"What?" Peter let's go of the handle, surprised by the sudden reaction. "Wade, I just want a hoodie-"
"No. Nope. Totally not from here" Wade shakes his head, frantically backing away until he's pressed against the closet. He's acting even stranger than before. His breathing is fast and his eyes are flickering everywhere but at him.
"What do you mean?"
"I don't have hoodies. Never had them. Jup" he shakes his head, nervously biting his lip.
"I literally gifted you one last month" Peter motions to the outfit Wade is wearing. A black hoodie with small, hand-painted spider symbols on it. And he knows for fact there are at least five more in the closet, taking Wade is basically only wearing hoodies as they hide his face better than caps. "Also, I know you have multiple spares because you never wash your clothes"
"That's.. not true" Wade mutters ashamed.
It is. He sucks at remembering to do laundry that's not his suit after a "job".
"Wade.. what's going on?" Peter asks again, tapping his foot impatiently. He's very uneasy, both with his boyfriends actions and because his clothes are really irritating him. The cold wetness is triggering his senses and making his skin feel sore and itchy.
"Nothing. I swear!"
"How can you swear when you act like this?"
"Pete, baby, I love you but I can't let you go in there" the merchant straightens up, motioning around widely as if that could magically change everything.
"Wade.." Peter clenches his teeth in frustration and because he's literally freezing in this horrible wet clothes, "I'm drenched, cold to the bone and feeling terrible in my clothes. Either move and let me get a damn hoodie or I'm leaving"
"No! You just got here" his boyfriend frantically shakes his head. He reaches for Pete's arm, maybe to pull him closer to plead his case but the spider isn't having any of it. "You're the one making this complicated, Wade"
"I'm not trying to"
"Then let me through"
"No!"
Wade finally gets a grip Peter's wrist. Perhaps harsher then he meant to. Instantly, the hero rips his hand away, glaring at Wade. He had enough. Whatever the other is hiding in his closet is clearly more important than their promise they gave each other about always being honest and not keeping secrets.
Wilson immediately knows he fucked up bad. If Peter isn't even willing to let him touch him and having this dark look on his face, he seriously messed up. Bad. He reaches to touch his boyfriends shoulder only to be pushed away. "Petey, please, I didn't mean to-"
"No, Wade. I'm done. Either you finally spit out what is going on or I'm leaving"
"Please don't" Wade whimpers, still trying to get close to no avail. After a few more seconds of this touch-evasion dance between them, he gives up, shoulders slumping forward in bitter defeat. He takes a step to the side, avoiding eye contact as Pete is staring daggers at him.
"Will you let me get a hoodie now?"
".. yes"
"Good"
Peter storms to the closet to find out what the hell Wade was hiding from him. A lover? Weapons? A dead body? "Wait, Pete-" Wade warns loudly as Peter twists the doorknob forcefully but too late. The door flies open and then, way too many things happen at once.
First, multiple things come crashing down on Peter, who barely had time to jump back. Thankfully, his spider-senses had him alert but he hadn't expected this. There are multiple hoodies, pants, some shoes, toys, a remote, a few plushies like a giant unicorn and other random things that don't belong there. At all. Wade is standing to the side, locked in this awkward half reaching out pose, his mouth opening and closing like a goldfish. For a moment, neither of them is saying anything. Peter because his brain isn't catching up, stuck between realizing that none of his fears came true and processing what his eyes are seeing. Wade because he's torn between jumping out of the window or waiting for his partners reaction and then jump out of the window.
"The hell?!" Peter blurts out before he can stop himself, turning to his boyfriend who turned pale, staring at the pile. Finally he drops his hand, quietly admitting; "I.. didn't manage to clean it up in time. I know you told me to be a bit cleaner because you were overwhelmed last week by how I live and I tried, I promise I did, but everytime I put something away, new things pop up! And then you asked to come over and I- I just panicked and stuffed things into drawers and the closet and-" he trails of, turning away so his friend can't see him fighting with tears.
"Damn it, Wade" Peter groans, slapping his forehead. This is ridiculous. Sure, he had nagged about the apartment being very messy last week when he came over but he didn't meant for Wade to change everything instantly! Maybe that he would do the dishes or do some laundry so his dirty clothes aren't sprinkled everywhere. Not whatever happened here! "You're such an idiot.." he finally sighs, stepping over the stuff to reach his boyfriend.
"You're.. not mad?" Wade mutters, slowly looking up to meet his boyfriend's gaze. He looks like a kicked puppy who chewed on its owner's slipper and knows that was wrong.
"No.. yes. Maybe." Peter kicks one of the pillows which had landed by his foot before silently admitting; "For a second I thought you were cheating on me or something"
"What? I would never!" The mercenary's eyes widen as he grips his chest like he got shot. The first reaction of the Wade he knows who is always overly dramatic.
"Sorry. Was a bit freaked out when you behaved so weird" Peter quietly apologizes. Gosh, he feels so stupid. Why was his mind always jumping to the worst scenario? Stupid, stupid..
Wade notices the guilt, wrapping his arms around the still wet hero. "Sorry, baby boy. I guess I did overthink this a bit too much"
"The thought was sweet. The implementation on the other hand.." he motions to the pile of stuff covering the floor.
"Yeah. Do you.. still want a hoodie?"
"Yes please or I swear I'll have another meltdown over how horrible I feel like this"
The mercenary nods, suddenly pulling off his own hoodie and giving it over before going on a hunt through the pile, now upper body free, to find some pants that aren't too dirty. Eventually he finds some sweat pants under his bed, bringing them over like a proud puppy. Peter puts on both after drying himself off with probably the only clean towel available. This is way better than being stuck in clinging cold clothes. And he can finally hug Wade who is already waiting on the couch, not even hiding how he had been watching him change. He sits down next to him only to have the mercenary throw himself onto him.
"Feeling better?" Wade mutters, fixing his boyfriends hoodie to cover everything so he doesn't get cold. He had fixed up a blanket and some pillows he had stuffed under the bed to hide, scattering them on his couch so they can lay down there instead of the, now messy, bedroom.
"Much better. Sorry for reacting like that. I was a bit overwhelmed from the clothes sticking to me and everything" Peter nods, apologizing.
"There there, spidey." Wade coos, pulling his boyfriend tighter against him, "You're safe with daddy Wade"
"Don't say that.."
The merchant chuckles, poking Peter into the side until the hero has enough and throws jokingly a pillow at him. This leads to more teasing and some shoving around until both are laughing, Peter sitting on top of Wade after gaining the upper hand in the scuffle. He leans against his lover, putting his face snug between Wade's neck and shoulder while the merchant pets his hair. It's comforting.
"This is nice.."
"You can always stay overnight~"
Pete's heart skips a beat and he turns away to hide the blush dusting his cheeks. "Are you inviting me to a sleepover?" He whispers, drawing a chuckle from his lover. "Maybe~ As long as you're okay with the mess in my room" Wade shrugs, laying back against the cushions. "You saw what happened when I tried to clean in a hurry"
"I guess I can live with it for one night. No way I get home in this weather anyway" Pete agrees with a sigh, already mentally planning what to write his dad so Tony doesn't show up thinking he got kidnapped or something. "If you want, I can help you with cleaning tomorrow so you can focus on the task and don't get distracted"
This seems to please Wade who dramatically puts his hand on his chest, giving his best dreamy eyes. "How can I focus with your sweet body teasing me all day?"
"Teasing? How? By helping you clean?"
"Well all I can think of now is you in a cute tight maid outfit, sweeping my higher shelves-"
"Wade!" Peter sputters, pushing himself of him as his boyfriend gives him a big goofy grin before biting his lower lip. "Bet you'd look incredibly sexy though~"
"Shut up"
"Make me"
Peter stares at his doofus of a boyfriend before leaning in and kissing him, shutting him off for good. All the frustration and panic of the last hour melts of him. He feels Wade's steady heart beat under his palm, slowly speeding up as the kiss deepens.
Outside, the rain softly taps against the window as a soothing background noise. Finally, everything is fine again.