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Look, Peter Parker loved working as a barista in that little café just outside of the campus, don’t get him wrong. He really needed the money and had nothing better to do when he wasn’t working on his master’s thesis or out as Spider-man. But the café was too close to where all the criminal activity in the area usually took place in. The café would get attacked or somehow end up being the preferred place for the not so lowkey criminals to make some very shady deals at.
Peter wanted to put a stop to it, he really did, but it was almost impossible for him to do that without revealing his identity. He would fight with some low-level thieves and whatnot (His co-workers just thought that he had taken a few self-defense classes.) but he’d report the big stuff to the police or try to take them out when he was out as spider-man. That lasted until a year ago when Peter almost got kidnapped as Spider-man.
It was late autumn; Peter was the one to close the café for the day. He might have rushed the end of the day cleaning as he was planning on catching some of the very sketchy looking dudes that had planned on meeting just a block away from the café a week ago to ‘do the deed’ and whatever that meant. They weren’t even trying to be discreet about it or anything, they’d met in a very public place and had talked laud enough for almost everyone in the shop to hear, rooky mistake man.
The weather was a bit chilly and it looked like it could rain any second, perfect day to catch some criminals! Or some criminals to almost catch him he thought, in hindsight. Spider-man made his way to where he heard the guys were going to meet up at. He tried to be discreet about it since he didn’t know if they were actually doing something illegal yet. He stayed in the shadows, sticking to the concrete wall, waiting for something to go down. A while later, just as Peter was starting to get bored, the guys showed up, the tall one was frantically looking around, a second later (right after looking at where Peter was hiding at, might he add) he looked pleased enough to lightly smile. What a prick, Peter thought, still not realizing how fucking stupid and clueless he was.
The shorter guy brought a briefcase that he was hiding behind him and offered it to the taller one. He accepted and opened it, revealing a lot of cash. Alright, that was it, Spider-man jumped down from the wall and landed right in between the guys, ready to web them down. he was about to make fun of the surprised faces of the guys when he realized that there was none. Oh… Peter thought, he was screwed. His mind was screaming at him to get away from this situation but he was a beat too late to swing away. Something pricked his neck and the next second Peter’s world went dark.
They must have injected him with triple the dose of whatever they’d used on him because instead of waking up in less than half an hour, he’d woken up a good few hours later. That wasn’t the only surprise either, the face that was looking down on him when he’d woken up wasn’t one of the guys from earlier, it was a certain red masked mercenary that he’d heard from a few of the guys he’d previously handed over the police. Peter tried to remember what they’d said his name was… oh yeah, Deadpool. What a weird fucking name.
“Hey, wake up!” the guy slapped him, not for the first time that night, Peter figured out by the way that his cheeks were tingling.
He was about to slap him again when Peter caught his hand in midair.
“I’m awake, you can stop slapping me now.” Peter groaned. He stood up, immediately regretting it. His head hurt, like a lot. He grunted and fell back on the floor. His hand went to check the back of his head. Luckily the mask felt dry.
“Yeah, uh sorry about that I tried to carry you bridal style but got shot a few times. I might have dropped you on your head a little.” Deadpool shrugged.
Looking a bit closer to the guy, Peter made out multiple holes in his chest. A couple of them were right on top of his heart, and one of them was on his neck.
“How are you still alive?” Peter asked in concern.
“You’re not the only guy fighting bad guys in spandex with a surprisingly supple bottom and superpowers, spidey boy.” Deadpool answered as he got up and offered his hand to Peter.
Peter took it. His spidey-sense wasn’t warning him about Deadpool but he still decided to be cautious. He looked around once he was finally standing. (basically hugging Deadpool’s left side and trying very hard not to fall again.) They were in a dark warehouse, there were no sound other than their breaths, the rain outside constantly hitting the roof that looked like it could collapse any second. Peter’s eyes made their ways over to the other side of the room and he realized why exactly it was so quiet. The two dudes from earlier that night as well as seven other dudes laid on the ground, in a huge puddle of blood. Some of them were missing limbs. It took a lot in Peter to not throw up.
“Looks like I’m your hero for tonight Spidey boy.” Deadpool laughed as he carried Peter bridal style out of the warehouse. Morally speaking Peter knew that he shouldn’t be this close to a mercenary but he strangely felt safe in his arm… ok that sounded too romantic. If he was being honest, Peter didn’t know what to say. He didn’t even know how he should be reacting to what was happening and had happened already. Was he suppose to thank him or try to capture him and hand him over to the police?
“Where do you live?”
“Yeah, no I don’t think we’re there yet, Deadpool”
“Aww, you know my name.”
They did end up getting there as the time went on.
Just two months after their first meeting, on the night of two year anniversary of Gwen’s death, Deadpool found Peter on top of a rooftop. By that time, it wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for them to be around each other be it catching bad guys together (while Peter tried his very best to convince Deadpool not to kill any of them and somehow succeed most of the time) or just chatting. That night Peter opened up about his identity and his past. He introduced himself to Deadpool as Peter Parker for the first time. A week later Deadpool introduced him to Wade Wilson.
Four months after their initial meeting, Peter had to carry a very drunk Wade Wilson into his own apartment. Which wasn’t the ideal solution but it was the only one in Peter’s hands at that moment.
“How did you even manage to get drunk?”
“Alien whiskey” was all Wade mumbled into Peter’s neck as Peter tried his best to swing with Wade on his back, hugging him like a sloth. Peter tried very hard not to focus too much on it.
“Taking a drunk, innocent and possibly very horny man into your apartment huh, Peter? Gotta say you’re getting bolder baby boy.” Wade ended up crashing at Peter’s couch for the night.
Three months after, on Peter’s birthday, they got drunk together on that same alien whiskey in Wade’s place. A lot of stuff had happened that night. Peter remembered Wade accidently stabbing himself with a kitchen knife that he’d used to cook a birthday dinner for Peter. Peter remembered crying as he held Wade in his arms, both too drunk to remember that it couldn’t do a thing to Wade.
They’d sung and danced together. There was a distinct image of Wade in Stripper heels and his Deadpool suit, spinning on a pole but Peter wasn’t sure if it had actually happened or if he had imagined it. Either way, Peter was grateful that image had somehow survived in his alien whiskey induced brain.
Peter woke up the next morning with a killer headache and a sore body, wrapped in Wade’s arms.
Now, a year after they’d met, Peter was waiting for Wade to turn up in the café. He’d already closed the shop for the day and was the only employee left as it was his time to close the shop and do the end of the shift clean up. Peter was happy for the first time that he got to stay after hours at café. Wade had texted him earlier that he got something for Peter and wanted to see him. Peter offered to meet at the café after it was closed. Wade didn’t disappoint as he came only about three minutes after when peter told him to come at.
Wade was in his Deadpool suit and was carrying a bag that Peter recognized as his favorite bakery. He made his way to Peter and engulfed him in a bone crushing hug, his hand slowly making its way down Peter’s back.
“Missed you Petey pie.”
“You too, Wade.” Peter replied as he smiled. It had been almost a week since he last saw the ex-ish mercenary and he had been terribly lonely. When they finally separated, Wade offered the bag to Peter.
“Here, I got something for you.”
Peter accepted the bag and took its contents out. It was a cake box with a red bow on it. he chuckled and sent a look to Wade who in return only shrugged. He carefully opened it, revealing a red layered cake with spiderweb design, multiple fondant guns and katanas. There was a writing on top with a fancy font that read ‘happy murder anniversary’.
Peter actually laughed out loud to that one. The cake looked absolutely horrendous but at the same time it was some of the most Wade Wilson things that Peter had seen in the past year that he wanted to cry form joy.
“So glad I killed those guys for you baby boy, love you.”
“Aww, love you too Wade.”
Peter put the cake down on the counter and made his way back to Wade. He pulled Wade’s mask up and kissed him, Wade returned the favor almost immediately.
“Wanna bang in the supply closet?”