All Peter wanted to do was come home and relax, maybe binge watch a soap opera with his coffee and whatever was left in his fridge.
But no, he was standing inside his bathroom glaring down at a very unashamed Deadpool. The merc in question was basically a new undiscovered shade of blood red.
Peter wasn't going to ask where or when that had happened. To many answers to questions that he did most definitely not need on his conscience. So taking a deep breath to quell his annoyance he asked the man "What are you doing in my bathroom Wade?"
The big man smiled, no beamed up at Peter without a care in the world. Then proceeding with sheer audacity he splashed Peter on the front of his shirt "Isn't it obvious Petey Pie? Love of my life, darling little schnitzel?"
There was simply no help for it, Peter was fuming now, the universe must have it in for him, there was simply no way someone could have this much bad luck. Fisting his hands and crossing his arms his glare became even harder "No Wade it is not obvious, it is not obvious to me why you're getting blood on my ceiling"
That made the Merc look up for the first time, craning his head backwards until it was at a worrying 90° degree angle, a small expression of slight guilt flashed across his face as he muttered a small "Oopsy daisy" turning towards Peter and seeing the now tapping foot he chuckled awkwardly and rubbed his head with a scarred bloody hand "Can't you just spider on up there and clean it?"
Now Peter was at the point of rage that he was starting to calm down, he wistfully thought about the relaxing evening he'd dreamt of. Guess that wasn't happening. Sighing he looked at Wade and covered his face with his left hand "Do I look like I have the energy? And going against my better judgement I am going to ask why you have so much blood on you"
Wade was now drawing circles in the water with his middle finger he actually looked sorry in the face of Peter's exhaustion. Looking up he answered "Sorry Petey I just ran into some trouble and got carried away, I'll clean it up you can go to bed"
Crap. Now he felt like absolute shit. Gently Peter got down on his knees and leaned onto the side of the tub "I'm sorry I blew up Wade I just had a really hard day today" running a hand through his hair he looked at Wades troubled expression and said "Was it those guys again?"
Wade nodded sullenly and tucked his head into his chest as far as it could go, curling up into himself with his knees up towards his chest being hugged by his arms.
Peter put his hand under Wades chin and lifted it up looking him in the eye "They're asses Wade, nothing they say about you is true"
The look in Wades eye was back and that could only mean one thing "But I am the worst Peter, I've killed for money I'm a horrible person, I'm ugly and I don't even know how I got you. You'll probably realize that you're to go-"
Peter interrupted Wades spiral by kissing him and saying gently "Darling, I love you and what they're saying is not true in the slightest, if anything I'm not good enough for you"
Wades eyebrows furrowed and his mouth opened in an attempt to dissuade Peter.
So there was only one thing he could do now, he was going to shower with him. When he got depressed it wasn't good for Wade to sit in a bath like this, so if he needed to get clean Peter would shower with him. Taking off his clothes and gently prodding Wade to get up, he asked "Can I drain the tub real quick honey?"
Wade looked up as if startled unfurling a bit and nodding with a small confused grin "Not to object to the strip show or anything but what are you doing sweetcheeks?"
"Showering"
Wades eyes got big and protests started to come from his mouth as he put his arms out almost as if to try and stop Peter protesting "But I'm dirty!"
Peter gently wrapped his arms around Wades tense shoulders and murmured "You're never to dirty for me, you're my darling and you need a shower so please let me help you out?"
Wade bit his lip but sunk into Peter embrace still hesitant, but after a few minutes he responded so low Peter almost couldn't hear the words "You sure?"
"Absolutely"
"OKay then" at the admission Wades shoulders slumped as if a weight had been taken off of his shoulders.
Peter's superstrength came in handy because he was able to simultaneously lift Wade up in one arm and get the shower started with the other. Getting it at the right temperature he an Wade got in.