Sometimes Peter got migraines. This was something people who knew Peter knew, and people who knew Spiderman didn’t. The list of people who knew Spiderman, and knew Peter was spiderman, and knew that he got migraines was a short, short list.
It consisted of Ned, who went to a different college; Stark, who was more like a semi-present semi-father figure rather than someone consistently in his day to day life; and Deadpool. Wade. Deadpool and Wade. Always both. Who knew Spiderman and Peter and was always around. Taking care of him and watching his back and flirting.
And now…grocery shopping with him. Of all things.
It was odd how it had come about. Deadpool was always one to follow him around, as long as Peter would let him. They’d been out and about patrolling, gone back to Peters for some friendly but highly competitive Mario Kart, and then Peter had said he needed to leave to go grocery shopping. And Wade had said:
“EEK! Grocery shopping? A taste of domestic bliss with my Baby Boy? Please let me come! I’ll be so good, I’ll push the cart for you and hold the list-”
“YES,” Peter interjected, “Yes, you can come. Only if you’re on your best behavior.” though I don’t know why you’d want to, he thought to himself. It was just a grocery run. “And you have to wear regular clothes, Wade”
Deadpool scowled at that, but he did change into sweats, a hoodie, and the obligatory facial mask. It was right around this time Peter felt the prickles of a migraine in his head. The migraines started after the bite. His super senses meant he was often overwhelmed and overstimulated, often tired from the neverending superhero work, and thus often having migraines.
He groaned internally, rubbing his eyes with his hand. Was it a poor idea to still go to the grocery store? Yes. Did he desperately need food? Yes. Was Wade waiting by the door like a puppy waiting to go on a walk. Also…yes.
So they left. There was a small bodega a few blocks from where Peter lived, perfect walking distance, and Peter was an established regular at this point.
The sound of the city around him was enough to make him groan, but of course Wade was an endless stream of sound all of his own. This is fine, Peter thought to himself. It’s fine. It’s fine. He tried his best to block out all the people and cars and trucks and construction and focus on whatever Wade was saying to him- something about My Little Ponies.
“-Pinkie Pie”
“What?” Peter asked, squinting over at Wade even though it wasn’t very sunny out
“I said, I’m obviously a Pinkie Pie. I think maybe you’re a Twilight Sparkle, cause you’re so smart and nerdy and friendship is magic-y but-”
“Here we are!” Peter interjected, nodding his head towards the door
“Whoa. is this it? The place where Peter Parker shops? Where Peter Parker buys his groceries?” Wade continued to monologue with no end in sight
“The one and only!” Peter said back, grabbing a hand held basket.
Wade took it from him, and Peter did not protest. He didn’t need much, just some things to get his cheap college ass through the week. Ramen, cereal, milk, and a shit ton of protein bars. Wade appeared to be running around placing everything he set his eyes on in the basket. It was already half full.
“No, Wade, I don’t need any of that stuff. I just need a few things,” he explained, trying to take the basket back. Wade danced out of his reach, and Peter cringed as the quick movement on his part sent a hot streak of pain up the side of his head. “Just…put It back,” Peter said, gritting his teeth. He closed his eyes, huffing out a breath. He took a few deep breaths before continuing to walk through the store, looking for the cheapest options of the things he needed. He felt so hot, even though he was already only wearing a T-shirt and jeans.
He paused after opening the door to grab his milk, appreciating the cold air that wafted out. He closed his eyes again, feeling how the pain cupped the back of them and warbled through his forehead.
“Uh oh,” Peter heard Wade say from behind him
“It's fine,” he sighed, turning to face Wade, “it just happens. You know.”
Wade set down both the baskets he was holding. Since when had there been two? Both were overflowing with food. There was no way Peter could afford it.
“Wade, I-” Peter began to protest, when Wade cupped the back of Peter's head with his hand and drew Peter's forehead to rest on his shoulder. He left one hand resting on the lower curve of Peter's head, and brought the other one up to Peter's shoulder.
Wade massaged Peter's shoulder and the place where his shoulder met neck with a large and calloused hand. Peter sighed, leaning into Wade's touch and shoulder. Peter's arms hung limply at his sides, his right hand loosely holding the milk he'd just grabbed.
“Oh my God,” Peter muttered into Wade's shoulder. He felt and heard Wade chuckle a bit at that. Peter knew it was ridiculous to stand like this in a grocery store, but he felt a warmth in his chest that was easy to indulge and revel in. It was right about then, when Peter decided this was exactly where he wanted to be and he never wanted to move, that he felt himself purr. It was soft and fuzzy, and he felt it ripple out of his chest completely unbidden.
He dropped the milk he was holding, and pulled away from Wade flustered.
“Shoot. Uh, sorry,” he stammered, leaning down to pick up the milk he'd dropped. Thankfully it hadn't burst open on the floor, it had just dented the side.
“Sorry, we should uh, we should probably get going,” Peter said, turning and not meeting Wade's eyes. He prayed that Wade hadn't noticed, and that if he had he wouldn't bring it up. Peter ignored the fact that Wade smelled so strongly of an Alpha pleased and interested that even as he walked down the aisle away from Wade the scent didn't weaken.
Wade, for his part, had absolutely noticed. After all, this was not the first time. Peter had started to smell like he always did before he purred, like an Omega satisfied and cared for and safe.
Wade smirked watching Peter scramble away from him towards the register, holding only the dented carton of milk. It was the first time Peter had been truly awake and aware and still, he'd purred. Wade felt himself puffing out his chest a bit, feeling proud that he was the one to make Peter feel that way.
He followed Peter to the register, waiting for Peter to realize his mistake.
Peter placed the milk on the counter, and turned for Wade to put the rest of the food on the counter.
“Wade, I told you, I don't need that much,” Peter said, exasperated. He went, once again, to take the baskets from Wade but Wade held tight to them.
“Excuse you, Peter, this is my food that I already paid for,” Wade retorted, dashing out of arms length, “but I don't have the space for it so maybe I can just keep it at your place?”
Wade gave Peter the biggest, more adorable puppy dog eyes he possibly could.
Peter scowled at him through squinted eyes. His migraine hasn't magically disappeared, unfortunately, and his energy was running on empty. He didn't have it in him to fight this.
He sighed, turning to pay for his singular carton of milk. As they left, Wade refused to let Peter carry anything. Peter objected, but also didn't have much in him to fight Wade on that either.
Wade pulled out two pairs of glass, one of them pink and bejeweled, one of them back and square.
“pick your poison,” he said, handing them both to Peter.
Peter put the black ones on himself, and reached up to place the pink ones on Wade's face.
“Thank you,” Peter said, “for… multiple things”
“no problem. I'll just have to come over to your place to eat every meal,” Wade replied matter of factly
Peter knew Wade was looking for a laugh, but it seemed like it was even louder outside than before and he couldn't wait to get back to his apartment.
The walk seemed to take forever, and Peter wasn't even carrying anything.
When they finally made it back to Peter's apartment, Peter closed every window and blind and curtain immediately before crashing down onto the couch. He sat in the middle, his arms propped up on his legs and his head in his hands.
“Wade, I'm sorry, you can just leave the groceries out and I'll get to them later” he said, hoping Wade had heard him without him yelling into the kitchen
He was met with the sound of Wade opening cabinets and the refrigerator door, and closing them softly. He groaned, not saying another word or moving from the couch. His entire head was just…pain.
Even with his eye lids closed, things felt too bright. Noise canceling things didn't seem to even damper how loud the world was to him, so he'd given up years ago. I shouldn't have gone shopping, Peter thought to himself, I should have just stayed home.
He heard Wade walking up behind him, as quietly as he could. Peter felt Wade's hand touch his shoulder, and he sat up to twist and turn to look at Wade. Wade held out a glass of water, which Peter took, followed by a pill. For the migraine, Peter assumed.
Peter swallowed the pill, and then felt Wade's hands on both of his shoulders, leaning him to rest his back on the couch. He slowly began to massage Peter's shoulders again, just as he had in the store. Peter's eyes slipped closed at the feeling.
Peter opened his mouth to protest, but Wade hushed him. Peter felt himself blush a little, but damn if it didn't feel amazing. Whatever Wade was doing was wonderful, and Peter let his head fall back and rest on the top of the couch back. He sighed as Wade inched higher up, closer to his neck.
He felt a similar, warm feeling building in his chest again. Wade smelled amazing to Peter, as he always did, somehow of home and gunpowder at the same time. Self conscious, Peter tried to shove down the feeling in his chest.
Wade worked on a particular knot he seemed to have found, on the left side of Peter's neck, and Peter let out a groan at the sensation.
“you're too stressed, Baby Boy,” Wade said in a low gravelly whisper. Peter didn't respond, but knew his face had got bright red. Wade stifled a smirk at the state of Peter's face. Peter still had a bit of a grimace, his eyebrows drawn together and his nose scrunched, but now it was all a beautiful red. The longer Wade moved along Peter's shoulders, the more his face relaxed.
The warm, fuzzy urge in Peter's chest would not go away. He was actively focusing on NOT making any sound, of any kind. Not that there was any sound in specific, it was just any sound. Any noises would be weird, right now, he told himself.
“Peter,” Wade said softly, In the same deep voice as earlier, “relax”
Wade moved his hand even more onto Peter's actual neck, drawing closer still to Peter's gland. Suddenly Peter found it was completely impossible to not make some sort of sound, a sound he would not name, and he pulled away quickly from Wade's grasp.
“I-uhm- sorry, thank you. Thank you for groceries! I really appreciate it,” Peter said, going completely red, “I think I need to take a nap, now, maybe, because of the migraine.”
Wade stayed still where he was standing, simply watching Peter's reaction. Peter had smelled like he had before- movie night, the shower, and earlier at the store. Wade was pleased to know that he could recognize it in Peter's scent, when Peter was about to purr. Peter smelled like a whole mixture of things right now, but mostly he smelled embarrassed and confused.
“yea, sure,” Wade said eventually, keeping his gaze steady on Peter “that makes sense.”
Wade smelled incredibly pleased with himself, a fact that he himself was aware of as well as Peter.
Peter stood, flustered and unsure of what to say next.
Wade gathered his things, and headed to the door.
“Let me know,” Wade said, his hand On the doorknob, “the next time you have a migraine. I'm always happy to lend my hands.”
And with that Wade closed the door on Peters red and indignant face, smirking to himself.