Chapter 4
With just one step through the entrance Peter feels as if the sun itself housed here.
Every surface brighter than the last. He could see his reflection even with closed eyes if he tried hard enough.
The man expected anything inside the mercenaries residence, but not this.
On further inspection it became pretty obvious Deadpool hasn't been living here for long. It was too tidy for someone as chaotic and unpredictable.
Peter hangs up his jacket by the entrance mindlessly.
In the meantime Deadpool wanders off into the kitchen with both pizzas in his gloved hands.
Peter snorts while still taking in every impression: “Are you sure this is your home and you did not just crash into a strangers place?“
Deadpool dramatically gasps: “How could you accuse me of something like that, pumpkin!?“
“I'm just saying that this,“ Peter raises his arms gesturing towards the entirety of the apartment, “doesn't exactly match this,“ he points at Deadpool reproachfully.
“Well I don't think this attitude matches your profession,“ Deadpool huffs.
Peter giggles while settling in on a black couch: “Okay, ouch.“
“But I guess someone as cute as you deserves an answer, sugar bear,“ the man in red starts unboxing the pizzas,“I don't like people that want revenge finding me.“
He continues: “Well, not because they wanna kill me. Which they definitely do.
A lot,“ he gesticulates with the pizza cutter.
“It's because I wouldn't be able to have such adorable visitors to dine with.“
The mercenary strides over into the living room with just a single pizza in tow.
“I'm not sure if I should feel flattered or scared,“ Peter follows the plate that is being set on the table in front of him.
“Probably definitely scared,“ Deadpool disappears into the kitchen again.
“But worry not, sugar plum, I am your knight in shining armor!“ he yells.
Munching sounds start coming from the kitchen.
Peter switches gaze between the meal and his vanished host:
“Aren't you going to dine with your 'adorable visitor'?
There's a pause. Caused by either Deadpool chewing on a particularly large part of his pizza or by the question being awkward. Taking into consideration that the mercenary seems to love fast food as well as keeping his face a secret, Peter concludes a mix of both.
…
“Sorry, it's okay if you don't- * CLAP * “, Peter is interrupted.
“All done! Now where were we?“ the mercenary marches towards the brunett.
“What!? How are you finished already? I didn't even start mi-.“
“Shhh, don't get your head all worked up, sunshine,“ Deadpool rests his index finger on Peters lips.
…
“Please don't ever do that again,“ Peter demands and shoves the man's hand aside, trying to forget the warm feeling on his lips in order to prevent his cheeks from filling up with more blood than necessary.
“Well, someone's getting red,“ Wade teases.
“Wha-, excuse me? No, I'm not!“
“No need to deny it, boo. Red suits you. You should wear it more often,“ the mercenary winks underneath his mask as he joins his company on the couch.
“You only say that so I'd match with you,“ Peter politely pushes away the incoming arm around his shoulders.
“Busted!“ Wade emphasizes the e with jazz hands.
Deadpool knocks his shoes clean off and smashes his feet on the coffee table.
Pink Hello Kitty socks were somewhat expectable Peter chuckles to himself.
“Ugh! Your red face reminds me!“ Deadpool exclaims.
That causes Peter to remember the reason he got invited in the first place:
“The date that stood you up?“
“Way worse, Petey! My boyfriend stood me up!“
While the young man can't decide between surprise and disappointment, Deadpool already jumps back onto the train of thought:
“It's Spidey! I gave him my number and he still hasn't messaged me.“
Peter raises an eyebrow with a deadpan face. This guy can't be serious.
It has not even been a day since they met. Seriously, cut Spider-Man some slack.
But now is not the time to see through Deadpool's exaggeration. It is time to act like the surprised pizza delivery boy:
“You're telling me your boyfriend, the Spider-Man, stood you up?“
“Yeah, well, maybe only my soon to be boyfriend...
but he's definitely head over heels for me.“
“You are something else, Wade Wilson,“ Peter chortles as he grabs another slice.
“Never heard that before, Peter insert last name.“
“It's Parker actually,“ he mumbles between bites.
“So you're saying...,“ Deadpool throws his hands into the air: “We're alliteration buddies!“
Without another second inbetween the mercenary leans back into a cushion with crossed arms and squinting eyes: “How do you know my name though?“ he points accusingly.
Fuck. Peter didn't even need his spider-sense to know he messed up. He heavily swallows down a bite without properly chewing:“Uhm-.“
Deadpool chimes in: “Don't tell me you're a secret superhero nerd, Petey!,“ the mercenary comically presses his palms against his mask.
That's the cue to play along: “I mean, who isn't?“ the man shrugs with a forceful smile, desperately hoping the colour of his face doesn't betray him.
“Godness, I adore you even more now,“ Deadpool speaks under his breath.
“I would argue whether you're a hero though,“ the Spider-Man slips out of Peter.
“Damn you pretty man with a moral compass!,“ Wade pauses, “I shall let you know I only go after bad boys, girls and squirrels!“
“Why not just get them behind bars?“ Peter butts in.
“Where's the fun in that?“ Deadpool playfully elbows his guest's side.
…
“Wrong audience?“
“Wrong audience.“
...
“Well, you see, most of them would likely get out of jail in a heartbeat anyway,“ Deadpool darts around the room, “Hell, most of them wouldn't even land there in the first place! I'm just handling the people the system can't.“
“Taking a life is still over the board,“ Peter disagrees.
…
“Your pizza's getting cold, sweet chums,“ Deadpool switches topics.
Peter stares at the leftovers in front of him, thinking about the moment he almost killed this other universe's green goblin. He inhales deeply: “Sorry, I shouldn't have said anything when I don't even know where you're coming from.“
He stands up: “I'm sure you're a hero to a lot of people.“
Deadpool kicks his feet: “Aww, you're flattering me!“
Peter smiles weakly: “I should head home for now.“
The brunett heads over to the door almost feeling Deadpool's eyes stabbing him in his back: “Oh, I nearly forgot my-,“ he turns around.
“Jacket?“ Deadpool stands only atoms away, holding said jacket ready in one hand and the packed up pizza in the other.
Peter would have flinched at the sudden appearance. But he didn't.
Anything else would be way into his personal space standing this close to him. But Wade's warm breath wasn't.
He hadn't even noticed their height difference up until he had to look way up to reach Wade's eye level now: “Thanks.“
Peter takes the items off of Deadpool and steps outside the door.
He turns around once again and blinks at the white dots of Wade's mask: “I work from 7 to 10 almost every day so you can just call and ask for my name then.“ He smiles widely:
“Although maybe place your order at the end of my shift before I get into trouble for staying too long.“
“I guess I'll be having pizza for the rest of my days then.“
“Wouldn't mind that,“ Peter winks.
~~~
“Don't wanna be a fool for you, just another player in your game for two-,“ Wade's phone vibrates interrupting his passionate karaoke performance. He immediately grabs it and his eyes light up at the message reading: “Patrol tonight? ~Spidey“
“Fucking finally!“