( peter is (more or less) easy to find, based on the sounds in the city (or the police radios, if one is so inclined to listen in on their channels) or even just vaguely aware of the best vantage points and his usual haunts. nobody needs a gps pinpoint dropped to their phone, especially not deadpool, who generally seems to know how to find anyone at any point for any reason. it'd be disturbing if it wasn't so beneficial to peter's interests: cutting corners to save lives.
( but he does wonder sometimes, what it means, how far it goes. does he know his entire identity? where he lives? who his people are? is that going to be a problem later? and yes, he hates thinking like that; hates that other people he cared about made it his problem to preemptively consider these avenues of suspicion. )
but he's here, in manhattan, on a rooftop they've rendezvoused on before, waiting, completely in the suit because that's their norm. he's nothing if not a stickler to what makes him less anxious, although the entirety of their conversation??? problematic. an issue. deeply concerning. scary in the way that knives, bullets, and getting thrown into buildings isn't. )
What's wrong with Spidey?
( he likes baby boy in a way that makes him slightly unsettled because wade shouldn't be able to turn him on in .001 seconds with two words. )
[ Wade didn't respond, was too busy humming his own theme music and riding his adorable red vespa through the streets of New York. He should be getting praise, really, for not texting and driving like an asshole.
He knows exactly where he's going, and it doesn't take long. His vespa gets parked in an alley near by and he heads for the elevator. Look, not everyone had Spider-man's ability to climb walls and even with the endurance for stairs it feels like a waste. In the meantime, Wade checks his phone and a smirk pulls at the corners of his lips beneath the mask. Oh, Peter. Wade's gonna eat you alive if you make it that easy.
Then it's just a quick trip up the ladder and onto the roof, where his heartmate awaits him. He strides forward, completely confident and without an ounce of anxiety in him. They're opposites that way, the two of them. ]
Because I can tell how much you like it when I call you baby boy.
[ There's a grin in his tone, and if Peter could see his eyes he'd see the pure delight in them. It was mostly a guess, but Wade had a feeling he nailed it. ]
I hate it. ( he lies like a liar with a lilt in his voice and everything. it's fine. who cares? not him. certainly not someone whose love language is physical touch and quality time, who has been deprived of both in the absence of both the love of his life and his best friend in one fell swoop โ one to irreversible death and the other to prison, except for the multiverse, which peter tries very hard not to think about and obsess over.
( it's a lot easier with strange's spell to forget. )
for the record, he's not his heartmate. he's just a guy.
a spider-guy who's painfully out of the league of legitimately everyone because he plays it the absent way, and he's now faced with the consequences of offhandedly flirting. peter generally moves more โ he jumps, he climbs, he evades. he's energetic, in the way that has to be burned up. but also because if deadpool gets close enough, he's afraid that same devouring energy that he has with anyone he's attracted to is going to devour him, force him to lean in and breathe the same air. captivate him enough to mirror every movement, until everything is wade's exhales, fabricated in opposite movements.
it's horrifying, to someone that has gotten everyone killed or turned evil, not because he's wade. not because he's a hot-blooded guy. peter's pansexual, as far as he's concerned with himself. it's the other stuff, the baggage. )
I'm going to need you to cool off. ( like he's not looking at those arms right now, sure. )
It's a good thing I like them bossy, baby boy. We can cool down in the showers after.
[ He just winked, unaffected by Peter's refusal to just let him have what he wanted. People were constantly telling him to stop doing something, to shut up, pushing him off, stabbing him in the brain. Didn't stop him from pursuing, and all of that intense energy was focused on the guy in front of him. It was probably a lot to deal with but that did not even occur to the merc.
Whether or not Peter bought into it, Wade was sure he was his heartmate. Those idiot witch girls proved it when they summoned him. Peter didn't feel the same, and Wade wouldn't deserve him even if he did--but none of that mattered because the heart wanted what it wanted. And his heart wanted the dork with the nice ass in the spandex spider costume. So he'd keep chasing after him, and appreciating the view.
Sirens blared in the distance and Wade pulled Bea and Arthur from their sheaths on his back. ]
Sounds like that's our cue. Let's kick some ass.
[ He didn't even wait for the response, just took a full running leap off the top of the building. That was his style. And he knew Peter wasn't going to blow off saving some innocent people, so he'd join in either way. ]
( kudos to the mask for saving what's left of his dignity as good as a duct tape fix-all. peter's quiet, mouth agape, staring (shocked stupid) and wordless gets neatly concealed from view. then his brain catches up and he turns his cheek, feels the clockwork survival instincts kick in: the eyeroll, the casual scoff, the practiced disbelieving mm because deadpool is nothing but a man that loves to hear himself talk and inevitably, without fail, picks the most attention-grabbing language in his arsenal.
sure, it can be real annoying, exhausting even, when peter thinks they're having a heavy conversation for once and then all of a sudden, it's a joke again or heavily insinuated filth. what it also is, is safe from a carefully detached distance.
is it, though? detached? how disinterested can a guy be if he knows what to expect and he puts himself close to that? it's not always wade finding him. see, the thing about operating in the responsibility corner means he can assume he's trying to do the right thing, it doesn't leave a lot of room for questioning his other motives. granted, spring boarding off of a car you've just been tossed into also doesn't allow for much introspection, either. the point is that even flabbergasted or red in the face from mild irritation (surely), he never turns the judgment inward and asks himself why. if he's so bothered, why is he smiling?
the tingle down his spine, the hair standing up on his arms tells him what's coming before those katanas come out.
he's up and diving before wade's started to descend, perpetually aware of the man's tendency to freefall. just because he can't die doesn't mean he should continuously test the bounds of regeneration, not that reminding him does anything. )
Do me a favor! Try not to die before we get there. You'll be doing all their work for them.
[ To Wade's credit, he did have a lot more durability than the average man. Stronger bones that were harder to break, muscle tissue that was harder to injure. He had a higher pain tolerance, too. Shit definitely still hurt, but with his fucked up brain he didn't remember half of the awful things he'd been through anyway. ]
Worried, baby? Shit, you got me twirling my hair with my fingers over here.
[ He ignored the criticism as he always did. Half the fun of having the curse of immortality was doing stupid shit that every day people never got to experience. Free falling off of buildings was a life sentence for most. Since not being able to die was a huge bummer in a lot of ways, he needed to get his kicks in where he could. And Wade was good at getting his kicks in.
They hit the ground running and the thing is, the two of them made a really great team. Peter was one of the few that managed to work well with Wade's unpredictability, and Wade made a genuine effort to shoot fewer people so he didn't piss off his little Spidey. Not only to avoid the lecture he'd be in for, but because he genuinely liked having Peter happy with him.
Motivation was everything.
It meant less work with his desert eagles, less slicing and dicing, but he still managed to cause a concussion here and there. He was still a hell of a martial artist and bad guys deserved a kick in the head or two, all right? Peter was never going to be able to convince him that wasn't true.
And maybe he showed off a little more than he did when he wasn't performing for someone. Threw in a few extra quips. So what? ]
( although he would be hard-pressed to confess anything of the nature, working with wade was great, both because they had a way of communicating soundlessly, improvising off of the other's movement and because he came out less black and blue, stumbling home by willpower and the skin of his teeth alone.
pulling his punches cost him about as much as the times when he didn't.
not having to worry means that he can focus on the little things โ slowing down debris with quick webbing and a yank, sweeping people out of the path, disarming officers that might shoot the wrong menace to society here, all of which he's multi-tasking within the flips and kicks, and a few well-timed tackles. it's probably more dangerous, getting out of his norm. peter is not an extremely offensive fighter by any means, leaning on the side of defensive, preventative, too flighty to be contained for long. there's an assurance in the back of his head that he rarely maintains, like he's learned there's no hot water with deadpool watching his back. he doesn't rely on it, tries not to anyway because doing that implies some level of being okay with the fallout of whichever poor soul has him subdued, but it means he does throw caution to the wind some.
they're both guilty of a level of performance in their craft.
so when he does a silly little handspring backflip onto the hood of an abandoned cab to land in a crouch, back of his hand swiping at a bloody nose through his mask, it's totally not because wade is watching. )
I had that, ( he explains, somewhat out of breath, a bit dizzy, even as wade is left standing from a particularly heavy head kick that peter is pretty sure was ... crunchy. )
1. u blew my nose for me safe 2 say we are next level friends 2. he swapped water for vodka and said it was a new ramen recipe 3. open your window i gotta show u this
I have an open door policy, Morales. Except for weirdos, who wouldn't respect a locked window to begin with. We both know they'd slam through like the kool-aid man and go for literally anyone else present.
I have so many questions. Does the dinosaur websling? Does Lego-us bleed plastic?
Which one of them is the sidekick? The guy, don't you think? That's what we need in this madness. A horse and his sidekick. Were they both bitten? Why else conceal the identity of a service animal?
No? No in the sense that I've never told her out loud. I've never said the words. Not sure I ever want to.
( but sometimes he thinks, how can she not know? )
I assume so? why would I know what someone bleeds like are u ok? I dunno, the cowboy had a gun that shot webs so I figured he's the "webslinger"? But I know a spider who got bitten by a radioactive pig so there's a lot idk
[Not sure I ever want to, he holds the idea in his mind. Gwen'd said something like that too.]
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You want me?
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And maybe there will be burritos in there? After, during.
And the rest of it, we'll just. I don't know. Play it by ear.
I'm lousy with the being a person part.
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( but he does wonder sometimes, what it means, how far it goes. does he know his entire identity? where he lives? who his people are? is that going to be a problem later? and yes, he hates thinking like that; hates that other people he cared about made it his problem to preemptively consider these avenues of suspicion. )
but he's here, in manhattan, on a rooftop they've rendezvoused on before, waiting, completely in the suit because that's their norm. he's nothing if not a stickler to what makes him less anxious, although the entirety of their conversation??? problematic. an issue. deeply concerning. scary in the way that knives, bullets, and getting thrown into buildings isn't. )
What's wrong with Spidey?
( he likes baby boy in a way that makes him slightly unsettled because wade shouldn't be able to turn him on in .001 seconds with two words. )
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He knows exactly where he's going, and it doesn't take long. His vespa gets parked in an alley near by and he heads for the elevator. Look, not everyone had Spider-man's ability to climb walls and even with the endurance for stairs it feels like a waste. In the meantime, Wade checks his phone and a smirk pulls at the corners of his lips beneath the mask. Oh, Peter. Wade's gonna eat you alive if you make it that easy.
Then it's just a quick trip up the ladder and onto the roof, where his heartmate awaits him. He strides forward, completely confident and without an ounce of anxiety in him. They're opposites that way, the two of them. ]
Because I can tell how much you like it when I call you baby boy.
[ There's a grin in his tone, and if Peter could see his eyes he'd see the pure delight in them. It was mostly a guess, but Wade had a feeling he nailed it. ]
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( it's a lot easier with strange's spell to forget. )
for the record, he's not his heartmate. he's just a guy.
a spider-guy who's painfully out of the league of legitimately everyone because he plays it the absent way, and he's now faced with the consequences of offhandedly flirting. peter generally moves more โ he jumps, he climbs, he evades. he's energetic, in the way that has to be burned up. but also because if deadpool gets close enough, he's afraid that same devouring energy that he has with anyone he's attracted to is going to devour him, force him to lean in and breathe the same air. captivate him enough to mirror every movement, until everything is wade's exhales, fabricated in opposite movements.
it's horrifying, to someone that has gotten everyone killed or turned evil, not because he's wade. not because he's a hot-blooded guy. peter's pansexual, as far as he's concerned with himself. it's the other stuff, the baggage. )
I'm going to need you to cool off. ( like he's not looking at those arms right now, sure. )
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[ He just winked, unaffected by Peter's refusal to just let him have what he wanted. People were constantly telling him to stop doing something, to shut up, pushing him off, stabbing him in the brain. Didn't stop him from pursuing, and all of that intense energy was focused on the guy in front of him. It was probably a lot to deal with but that did not even occur to the merc.
Whether or not Peter bought into it, Wade was sure he was his heartmate. Those idiot witch girls proved it when they summoned him. Peter didn't feel the same, and Wade wouldn't deserve him even if he did--but none of that mattered because the heart wanted what it wanted. And his heart wanted the dork with the nice ass in the spandex spider costume. So he'd keep chasing after him, and appreciating the view.
Sirens blared in the distance and Wade pulled Bea and Arthur from their sheaths on his back. ]
Sounds like that's our cue. Let's kick some ass.
[ He didn't even wait for the response, just took a full running leap off the top of the building. That was his style. And he knew Peter wasn't going to blow off saving some innocent people, so he'd join in either way. ]
Maximum effort!
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sure, it can be real annoying, exhausting even, when peter thinks they're having a heavy conversation for once and then all of a sudden, it's a joke again or heavily insinuated filth. what it also is, is safe from a carefully detached distance.
is it, though? detached? how disinterested can a guy be if he knows what to expect and he puts himself close to that? it's not always wade finding him. see, the thing about operating in the responsibility corner means he can assume he's trying to do the right thing, it doesn't leave a lot of room for questioning his other motives. granted, spring boarding off of a car you've just been tossed into also doesn't allow for much introspection, either. the point is that even flabbergasted or red in the face from mild irritation (surely), he never turns the judgment inward and asks himself why. if he's so bothered, why is he smiling?
the tingle down his spine, the hair standing up on his arms tells him what's coming before those katanas come out.
he's up and diving before wade's started to descend, perpetually aware of the man's tendency to freefall. just because he can't die doesn't mean he should continuously test the bounds of regeneration, not that reminding him does anything. )
Do me a favor! Try not to die before we get there. You'll be doing all their work for them.
all good!
Worried, baby? Shit, you got me twirling my hair with my fingers over here.
[ He ignored the criticism as he always did. Half the fun of having the curse of immortality was doing stupid shit that every day people never got to experience. Free falling off of buildings was a life sentence for most. Since not being able to die was a huge bummer in a lot of ways, he needed to get his kicks in where he could. And Wade was good at getting his kicks in.
They hit the ground running and the thing is, the two of them made a really great team. Peter was one of the few that managed to work well with Wade's unpredictability, and Wade made a genuine effort to shoot fewer people so he didn't piss off his little Spidey. Not only to avoid the lecture he'd be in for, but because he genuinely liked having Peter happy with him.
Motivation was everything.
It meant less work with his desert eagles, less slicing and dicing, but he still managed to cause a concussion here and there. He was still a hell of a martial artist and bad guys deserved a kick in the head or two, all right? Peter was never going to be able to convince him that wasn't true.
And maybe he showed off a little more than he did when he wasn't performing for someone. Threw in a few extra quips. So what? ]
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pulling his punches cost him about as much as the times when he didn't.
not having to worry means that he can focus on the little things โ slowing down debris with quick webbing and a yank, sweeping people out of the path, disarming officers that might shoot the wrong menace to society here, all of which he's multi-tasking within the flips and kicks, and a few well-timed tackles. it's probably more dangerous, getting out of his norm. peter is not an extremely offensive fighter by any means, leaning on the side of defensive, preventative, too flighty to be contained for long. there's an assurance in the back of his head that he rarely maintains, like he's learned there's no hot water with deadpool watching his back. he doesn't rely on it, tries not to anyway because doing that implies some level of being okay with the fallout of whichever poor soul has him subdued, but it means he does throw caution to the wind some.
they're both guilty of a level of performance in their craft.
so when he does a silly little handspring backflip onto the hood of an abandoned cab to land in a crouch, back of his hand swiping at a bloody nose through his mask, it's totally not because wade is watching. )
I had that, ( he explains, somewhat out of breath, a bit dizzy, even as wade is left standing from a particularly heavy head kick that peter is pretty sure was ... crunchy. )
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naked in manhattan plays in the background somewhere
oh no it's the perfect song
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i tell myself: write a short tag and then...
it's bc ~feelings~ are happening, your honor!
feelings what feelings??
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sorry for my slow, life happens so muuuuch
truly life is the worst sometimes
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the 10-12 hr work trip days cut the tires on my creativity, forgive me!
it's all good โค๏ธ
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safe 2 say we are next level friends
2. he swapped water for vodka and said it was a new ramen recipe
3. open your window i gotta show u this
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Miles
is this
are we
if this is a time travel thing, do not climb through my window.
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ALWAYS open??
not fr tho right?
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Except for weirdos, who wouldn't respect a locked window to begin with.
We both know they'd slam through like the kool-aid man and go for literally anyone else present.
Don't you "fr" me.
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manhattan is crazy
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But no, yeah, Manhattan is crazy.
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i was just looking out
and i guess universes can be pretty different, so u never know
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Weirdest universe you've heard of: ready, set, go.
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and a cowboy
they both had masks on
the guy and the horse
your aunt huh? does she know?
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Does the dinosaur websling? Does Lego-us bleed plastic?
Which one of them is the sidekick? The guy, don't you think? That's what we need in this madness. A horse and his sidekick. Were they both bitten? Why else conceal the identity of a service animal?
No? No in the sense that I've never told her out loud.
I've never said the words. Not sure I ever want to.
( but sometimes he thinks, how can she not know? )
Do your parents know about you?
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why would I know what someone bleeds like are u ok?
I dunno, the cowboy had a gun that shot webs so I figured he's the "webslinger"? But I know a spider who got bitten by a radioactive pig so there's a lot idk
[Not sure I ever want to, he holds the idea in his mind. Gwen'd said something like that too.]
no
but I wanna tell them so bad sometimes
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I'm. I just have more questions.
Do you think they'd understand?