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“So, how the hell are we gonna do this?”
They were both standing in Peter’s room, Wade dressed in his new makeshift spidey suit, and Peter was in his own suit with a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants on over it.
If Wade was being brutally honest, the suit did not fit that well.
“We’ve been over this, we’re going out the window.”
“Won’t your dad’s freaky technology be able to tell? Like won’t a million alarms go off?”
“No. I learned to hack into the security system long ago. He’s off with Steve anyways, he’d be too distracted to notice anyways.”
“Steve? Like, Captain America Steve?”
“Yes. Anyways, we are gonna go a few blocks from here, I’ll camp out, you fuck around for a little bit and hopefully the guy will show up.”
“Okay. Okay. And these little earpieces, how do they work?”
Peter sighed and shook his head.
“They’re already on. You don’t have to do anything. We’ll just hear whatever each other says.”
{Wow. Can you keep your big fat mouth shut for a few hours and not say anything embarrassing?}
[If I had any money, I’d bet on it.]
“Alright. Let’s get this show on the road.”
Peter smiled up at him, and it made Wade feel all gooey inside. The past few days had been fabulous.
Peter had been talking to him and everything. And last night, holy hell, it took every fiber of his being to stop himself from taking Peter right then and there.
He still felt shadows of Peter’s hands on his stomach. It gave him the shivers.
{Jesus christ you’re lame. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse.}
“Okay here,” Peter opened the huge window, and miraculously, no alarms went off. “Hold on to me.”
Peter motioned towards himself, and Wade almost whimpered.
A little awkwardly, he shuffled towards Peter, bent down, and enveloped the kid in a very tight embrace.
Wade tried very hard to not think about the fact that their crotches were touching.
“No. Wade. Grab onto my back.”
“Oh.”
Very awkward. He did what the kid said, and within seconds Peter jumped out the window.
It was a little scary, if he was being completely honest. Freefalling, that is.
Peter shot out a web and swung through the city, landing on a roof about two blocks away from the tower.
Wade fell to the ground, very gracefully and attractively. Peter didn’t look impressed.
“Okay I’ll be right here, you go jump around and stuff. I called in a tip to the police saying Spiderman was spotted in this area.”
“Wow. You’re a genius. Did you know that?”
“Yes. Now go.”
More than eager to live out his fantasy, Wade ran across the roof, and jumped.
Narrowly missing falling to the street, he cursed. This would have been a lot fucking cooler if he had the web shooters.
Knowing that Peter was listening, he muttered “Sure I can’t have those web shooters?”
“No.” Came Peter’s voice, directly in his ear.
“Would be a lot more authentic, y’know.”
“Shut up. Climb to the top of that tower on the building next to you.”
He looked at said tower, it looked tall. Huh.
{This spider kid is crazy. Climb to the top of a tower? Like, jesus. It’s tall.}
Despite the fact that he was pretty much invincible, he was a little iffy about the whole thing.
“You sure about this, Petey?”
“Yes.Go.” was the exasperated response.
So demanding.
Kinda hot, actually.
Trying to resist a boner from popping up in the middle of the fucking mission, he headed to the tower and started climbing.
“This is horrible.”
“Aww c’mon. That’s nothing.”
“Maybe for someone with sticky fingers and webs.”
“You’re such a baby.”
“Don’t be rude.”
“Such a wittle babyy.”
“At least I don’t look like my balls just dropped.”
“Hey! I am very manly.”
“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Petey.”
He had reached the top of the tower, and was grinning like a mad man (which, well...he was), when he saw movement out of the corner of his eye.
“Hey, Petey. You on the roof next to me?”
“Uh, no. I’m a little further away than that.”
“Well, looks like we have a visitor.”
“Shit. Okay I’m on my way.”
Whoever this guy was, he was pretty shitty at sneaking. The tower gave him the perfect vantage point to see the little fucker creeping around on the roof opposite to his.
If Wade knew anything about trying to kill someone, which he did, the guy was gonna try and shoot him from down there.
Which, well, hell no. Would not give the bastard the pleasure.
Frankly, he wanted to tear the guy apart, limb from limb.Shoot a kneecap or two.
This was the bastard that was trying to kill Peter, and he would never let that happen.
{Like a week ago you were trying to kill Peter, too, y’know.}
People change. Personal growth.
He started climbing down the tower, shielding his body with the metal frame of the tower.
“Where you at, Petey?”
“I’m on the same roof as him. I’ve got it.” Peter whispered.
“Okay. Okay. Be careful.”
He made it to the bottom of the tower, and peeked around it. He couldn’t see the guy for shit now that he was lower down. Maybe Petey was right about the whole tower thing.
My little genius.
{Fucking vom. Dude. VOM.}
Trying to get a better view of the guy and whatever Peter was about to do, he stepped out, just a fraction of inch.
Of course, that fraction of an inch was enough for the assassin to promptly shoot him in the fucking shoulder.
“Fuck!”
It hurt like a bitch.
And that’s when the commotion started. He heard various loud noises from his earpiece as he clutched his shoulder.
“You son of a bitch!” “Can’t believe you just did that, you asshole.”
“Uh. You good Petey?”
“Ha. Yes. Are you okay? Come over here.”
Such a sweetheart. Within a few minutes, he was on the other roof, where Peter had tidily webbed up the fucker who just shot him. The guy looked thoroughly confused. Wade wanted to punch him in the dick.
Peter, however, was not paying any attention to the dude. He rushed up to Wade and grabbed his arm, inspecting the bullet wound more closely. Wade’s heart stopped in his chest.
“Are you okay? I’m so sorry dude. I didn’t want you to get hurt.”
“Oh, this?” He squeaked. Embarrassing. “This is nothing. No biggie.”
Peter didn’t look convinced, and looked even closer at Wade’s shoulder.
“Are you sure? Looks like it hurt.” The kid stepped away, only slightly, but his fingers still rested on Wade’s arms.
“Yeah, yeah. Don’t get your panties in a twist. Let’s interrogate this bastard, alright?”
Peter nodded, and released Wade’s arm, turning around to face said bastard. Wade’s shoulder hurt even more, after that.
“Alright, shitsucker, who do you work for?”
Wade’s heart grew three sizes. Who knew interrogation was such a turn on?
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