You say that like it's a bad thing. Besides, you're the one with the fan club, Deadpool doesn't have a crowd to please.

[ Wade gave a smile, turning his head to look over at Peter. It wasn't lost on him that Peter wasn't using his usual bossy, disproving tone that came whenever Wade used or even mentioned a gun. It was nice, being able to joke about it a bit without getting lectured.

Maybe someday Peter would trust him enough to believe he only did what he felt was necessary, or maybe he was just too tired to fight with Wade this time. Either way, he'd take it.

His hand moved, coming to rest on the younger man's shin. His thumb gently rubbed against the spandex there, unsure if he could get away with the touch or not.

See? He wasn't all violence. ]

I can tell you one thing, there is some hot competition for Spider-man boxers. Practically have to beat people away with a stick when I buy them