Chapter 19
In the morning I made pancakes for us. He still wasn’t up yet so I went to go get him. I stood in the door frame, then took a running head start and flopped onto the bed next to him. He flew up, eyes wide, hair a mess.
“Hey sleepy head.” I said playfully.
“W-What.” He said still half asleep.
“C’mon I made pancakes.” I jumped off the bed and started to walk out when I saw Peter flip over and heard him mumble something like “five more minutes.” Ah, typical teenagers. I turned around and walked over to him. His head was now under the pillow, and he was laying on his stomach. I quickly grabbed him and tossed him up in the air, flipping him over and catching him bridal style.
“What the..”
“I said I made pancakes, I tried to warn you sweetums.”
I carried him into the dinning room and sat him down at one of the chairs. I slipped into the kitchen and got to plates ready while sleeping beauty was still trying to wake up. When I came back in he was awake and eyeing the pancakes in my hands. I set his plate down and sat down myself, he started to devour the goodness on his plate.
“You make the best pancakes Wade.”
“I know right my boxes tell me that too.”
“Your what?” He asked, wrinkling his nose and furrowing his brow.
“Don’t bother trying to understand me, even the voices in my head don’t understand me.”
“Fair enough.” He said putting his hands in the air.
We finished eating and decided to go up to the roof of my building to talk, Spidey said something about how he likes to be up high, I don’t know, yellow and white were talking too loud.
Peter’s POV…
I really wanted to ask Wade a thousand questions but I didn’t really know him that much. It’s a weird feeling when you feel like you’ve known someone forever, but in reality just met them. He seemed so care free and he’s funny and strong, I mean I could look at him...Stop! What are you thinking! You don’t like him, you barely know him, and he has voices in his head. You don’t even know what he looks like. So just stop.
“You okay there Baby Boy, your starting to look like me when I talk to my boxes.” He said humorously.
“What? Oh, yeah sorry...just..thinking.” I stammered. “Hey, Wade?”
“Yeah Bubble Butt.” I could see him smiling through his mask.
“I’m going to forget you said that, but...um...why.” Deep breath, in and out. “W-Why did you take me in?” I had a lump in my throat again. “Why do you care about what happens to me. I mean no one else does, and I sure as hell don’t.”
“Let me stop you right there.” He said putting his hand up. “I care. Okay. I care. I took you in because sometimes we just need to have someone else save us.”
I was glad that I had grabbed my mask because if not Deadpool would have seen my eyes starting to water. “But why. Nobody cares about me, I have too many issues that no one wants. Who would want me, I end up killing anyone I get too close to, a-and I just cause problems when I mess up.” I swallowed hard and looked away in shame.
A second later I felt Wade’s hand on my cheek, turning my head. I looked up at the white eyes of his mask. Then he slammed his mouth on mine and kissed me, and I kissed back. I moved my hands to lift up my mask, and so did he. This time I kissed him first letting my tongue slip into his mouth. He placed his head behind my neck and lower back, he pulled me in close to him. I broke it off a little later, we sat there on the roof, both gasping for air.
“Damn Baby Boy.” *Deep breath* “I didn’t know you could do that.”
“Ha.” I said still trying to breath like a normal human being. “I didn’t either.”
He laughed and pulled me into his chest, “I guess we’ll have to see what else you can do sometime.” He whispered softly into my ear. I felt the area between my legs get a little tight and I instantly crossed my legs hoping to cover it up.
Wade laughed even harder, and my cheeks flushed. “What a lovely shade of red your wearing Baby Boy.”
I playfully punched his chest as I straddled him. He made a mock hurt face and placed his hand over the spot where I had hit him.
“So does this mean that you’re mine now?” He asked playfully.
I looked up at him and smiled, “It all depends on if you want me.”
“Ohh I’ll always what you Baby Boy.” He said roughly in my ear.
We stayed like this all morning, just sitting in eachothers company, not speaking but yet understand everything. It was perfect.
Was.