Chapter 2
Peter laid on his bed, staring at his ceiling as he silently cursed Miles; the crafty little shit.
Of course he suddenly had to realise how to be spider-man, how to get back up after he was knocked down over and over and over again.
Of course the sweet kid, who somehow always saw the best in things, got everyone home to their respective worlds. Including Peter.
When he returned a month had passed and Aunt May had been staying at his flat waiting for his return. She explained how the funeral went, that it was beautiful and everything went to plan despite Peter not being there but she said nobody blamed him. Of course he would be too heartbroken to turn up, nobody expected him to be okay with this. Peter blamed himself though, that was his final chance to say goodbye to the love of his life and it was torn out from his grasp by some stupid idiot trying to get his own family back. It wasn't fair.
He rolled over and stared at the wedding photo on his bedside table, clutching the shirt of Wade's he was wearing tightly. He missed him so much, everything was slowly fading though and he didn't know what he'd do when he could no longer smell his scent in the sheets or remember what his voice sounded like.
He was proud of Miles for what he had accomplished but he really wished he had listened to him when he said he couldn't bare being home alone.
Aunt May has shouted and cried when he fell through his ceiling, she said how worried she had been for him and that Michael, her husband, had been asking around trying to see if anyone on the streets had seen Spider-man. Apparently, the past few weeks a new guy had been on the streets in a red suit beating up the baddies. Peter realised that meant there was no longer a need for Spider-Man, he just felt useless.
He sighed, the flat was too quiet without Wade and he also found he was missing Miles; missed the proud feeling watching him find himself as Spider-Man, watching him save the day despite somehow convincing Peter to go home. Wade would have loved him, would have taught him so much too and the stupid jokes would have been endless and...
Peter curled into himself more and tried not to cry. Miles wasn't his kid, Wade wouldn't have taught him anything because he's still dead and they were never going to experience teaching their own child anything because it's never going to happen.
Peter ignored the light knocking on his door but Aunt May still entered anyway, he didn't look at her when she entered and sat on his bed; he can't stand the pity in her eyes.
"Peter, sweetheart, is there anything I can do for you before I go?" Peter shook his head, "Are you going to talk to me? You've been missing for a month and the most you said was 'different universe, spiderman stuff.'"
"That's all it was Aunt May," Peter kept looking at his wedding photo, "That worlds Kingpin used a vortex manipulator to get his family and got me instead, I just... I don't want to talk about it right now." Aunt May put a hand on his thigh, it reminded Peter of every time he'd come home from school a sad mess, it was still as comforting now.
"I understand, sweetheart I do so we'll talk about it later on when you're up for it," she said, "Just take some time to process everything."
"What's the point? It's not like I have anything to feel better for."
"You have me and you have your job and..."
"I still have that?"
"Yeah, JJ said his paper couldn't lose you and the temp is driving him mad and Mr Stark said take as much time as you need, he knows how much a personal loss can affect you and not to come back until your tip top; your job is ready and waiting for you when you're ready."
"Oh..."
"There are people out there who care, Peter, including the rest of New York."
"Spider-Man is going into retirement I think, there's a new guy about."
"Yeah, Michael told me about him, a newbie in a red suit who uses... Questionable methods." Peter sat up.
"What do you mean?"
"He carries katanas Peter, he sounds a little odd to me."
"Oh... Does he have a name?"
"Michael said it was something like Deathpoll or something." Peter couldn't help but laugh.
"That's a crap name." Aunt May smiled at him.
"Maybe Spider-Man can convince him to change it," Her smile turned a little sad, "You will be okay, won't you Peter?"
"Of course I just... I need time, I miss him and its still only been a couple of weeks to me."
"I know, remember I'm here for you at any time, I've been through this." Uncle Ben's name was left unsaid.
"I know, thank you," He kissed her cheek before flopping back onto his bed, "Best get home, Michael will have missed you."
"Okay, I've left some food you can heat up, I'll be back soon." Peter just murmured a response.
Once Aunt May has left Peter brought the covers over himself and held Wade's pillow close to him, his scent was still there. He looked at his wedding photo one more time before shutting his eyes and praying his dreams don't wake him up.
Peter jumped awake when he heard the loud crash coming from the spare room. Someone was in his flat and honestly, Peter could not be bothered to deal with some burglar. He's tired, cut him some slack.
He threw the covers off him and contemplated whether it would even be worth fighting the guy off but then all he could think about is that if they took anything of Wade's he'd be heartbroken. He got to his feet and snuck out of his room and down the hall to the spare room. He didn't bother giving whoever was in there any warning; he opened the door and flicked on the lights.
"What the-?" Peter stared at the man in the red suit, who was currently bleeding onto the carpet, "What are you doing in my spare room?" the guy didn't say anything, he just kept staring which was a little weird since his eyes on his mask were white, "Hello?"
"Where have you been?"
"Huh?"
"You've been missing for... For... A while at least, where have you been?"
"How did you know I was missing?" That was a bit concerning.
"Because you haven't been home."
"Have you been watching me?"
"That sounds creepy."
"Because it is," Peter said, "Wait, how did we get to questioning me? You're the one who broke in and is still bleeding on the carpet."
"Sorry, I'll get it cleaned, occupational hazard." Peter noticed the Katanas on his back and sighed, it was the newbie.
"The weapons stay in here, we can go into the bathroom and patch you up and you can tell me why you're in my house."
"No need for that Petey-baby, I'll be right as rain in just a second." Peter froze.
"What?"
"Yeah, it's weird but healing factor and..."
"Not that, what the hell did you just call me?" the newbie stiffened.
"Shit."
"Why did you call me that? Nobody but... How... I..." Nobody calls him Petey-baby but Wade, that was his nickname for him.
"Hey, hey calm down its okay," the newbie walked over to him and Peter was in too much shock to push him off when he hugged him, "I got you baby boy, it's okay."
"I don't understand." Peter clung onto him as his breathing became choked.
"I have some explaining to do," he said, "Let's go somewhere more comfortable." Peter was so confused as the masked man guided him into the sitting room and sat him on the couch, he wanted to cry when he sat in Wade's seat, "So... I don't know where to start."
"How about you tell me who you are and why you're calling me those names."
"I'd planned this a million times, ya know the coming back, but I don't know how to do it now..." he said, "I've missed you, a lot, and when you were missing I was so panicked, then May's husband started asking around and I thought you were dead and..."
"I'm lost, what do you mean come back? And how do you know about my Aunt and her husband?"
"Peter, it's me..." The guy turned to him, "Wade."
"No... No, he's dead... How dare you?" Peter stood up and moved away from him.
"I'm not lying, baby, I'm sorry... I'm so sorry," the guy wrapped his arms around himself, "I thought I was doing a good thing, I thought if you thought I was dead and the project X thing was fake then you wouldn't have see me die twice but then if it worked and I came back all better then I don't know, I thought we could work through it but... But..."
"You're not making any sense, my husband died, end of," Peter said, "He's gone and he's not coming back so don't you dare do this to me."
"Spidey-baby, come on, I'm sorry, I'm really really sorry... I didn't think this through and..."
"Where did you hear that nickname?"
"I made it up, you were coming out at Spider-Man and I just laughed and told you that I knew... I called you Spidey-baby and threw you an engagement ring." Peter froze, that was too specific for anyone to just guess and it really was just him and Wade when he proposed.
"How long ago was that."
"Just after you turned nineteen, then I turned twenty-one and then by the time you were twenty we were married."
"How do you know all this?"
"Peter... Please..."
"Take off your mask."
"No."
"I won't be able to believe you if you don't take off the mask."
"I'm not the same underneath, not how you remember me."
"I don't care, take off the mask... At least move it from you mouth so I can hear you better."
"Don't you have inhanced hearing? Doesn't your spidey sense tell you to believe me?"
"My senses have been knocked a bit since my husband died," Peter snapped, his whole body shaking, "So, show yourself." the guy in the suit paused, slowly moving his hands to lift his mask over his mouth and Peter couldn't help but gasp; it had nothing to do with the scars running every way over his skin, but he knew that mouth.
"So, uh, this is weird." Peter felt his eyes water, he knew that voice.
"Stand up," newbie stood without a pause this time and Peter could see he was nervous, possibly even scared as Peter began circling him.
"What are you doing?" the guy tried to laugh but it was shaky.
"Just as I expected," Peter stood in front of him, fingers at the edge of the mask, waiting to be stopped but when he made no move to stop him, he lifted the mask over his head and smiled at him, "I know that ass from anywhere."
"Huh? What... You..." Wade didn't get time to respond before he had an arm full of emotional Peter.
"I thought you were dead, I was there."
"Um, surprise?" Wade said, arms holding Peter around his waist.
"What happened to you?" Peter pulled back and put his hands on Wade's face, the scars felt as though they were shifting under his fingers but Peter could still see him.
"Couple of months back some dude asked me to become part of some superhero group, only it was a torture chamber where they try to unlock your mutant powers or until you die," Wade's hold tightened, "I don't want to go into too much detail right now Petey, not when I have you back, but let's cut a long story short and say they unlocked mine and I've gone from the pretty boy you knew into a disgusting, immortal mutant."
"If I wasn't so shocked and happy to see you I would have put you on your ass."
"What?"
"You are to never call my husband disgusting ever again," Peter tries to sound stern but the tears in his eyes might have given him away, "Never again."
"Wait... Husband?"
"Don't tell me they wiped your memories too?"
"No, I just didn't expect it to be this easy," Wade said, "I thought you'd be angry or something."
"Eighteen years ago I made a vow to be with you no matter what, why would I turn you away now?" Peter let the tears flow freely now, "You are my only reason to get up in the morning, I thought I'd never ever get to see you again so why would I push you away when I finally have you back?"
"I missed you."
"I missed you too," Peter said, pulling Wade into a kiss that made his heart soar. It was everything Peter had been missing, "By the way," He whispered at they pulled back, "Deathpoll is such a stupid name."
"Huh? It's Deadpool, you idiot." Wade's smile was filled with so much affection and Peter couldn't stop himself from laughing as he wrapped his legs around Wade's waist, the other holding his ass firmly.
"Whatever, I love you."
"I love you too, so much." Peter kissed him again.
"I'm exhausted, fancy going to bed so we can sleep and when we wake up we can talk this through properly then?"
"Of course," Peter rested his head on Wade's shoulder, holding him close, "Remind me to never leave you again." Peter scoffed.
"Like I'd let you you."
That night, while Peter watched his husband get ready for bed he couldn't believe how lucky he was.
"I need to find a way of thanking Miles." he blurted out.
"Thanking who now?" Wade asked, sliding into bed next to him, "Who is Miles?"
"Oh, he's... He's the reason I'm back home and not dead elsewhere."
"Remind me to thank him." Wade said, pulling Peter close. Peter sighed and rested his head on Wade's chest, the texture of his skin my be different but the feelings and the comfort he felt were all exactly the same. He thought about Miles again; about his kindness and strength, the way he felt as he watched him grow.
"Hey, Wade..."
"Yes baby boy?"
"Fancy having kids?"