Spideypool
"Woah! What the hell Deadpool?" Spider-Man quickly grabbed the merc's arm, pulling the newly brandished handgun away from his masked face.
"Listen, kid. I'm doing this for your own good." He gently pushed the smaller man away. "We're trapped down here, and while they're obviously going to come looking for you, who knows how long it will even take them to find us, must less clear away the rubble."
Spidey crossed his arms over his lean chest defiantly. "And how is your suicide suppose to help matters?"
Peter was pissed. It was just like Deadpool to take the easy way out. If the merc rather be dead than spend a few hours with him, so be it.
He tried his best to ignore the ache in his chest that accompanied those thoughts. He barely liked the mercenary, certainly didn't have feelings for him! No way.
"I thought you were the smart one." Deadpool mumbled. "How much air do you think we have in here?"
Spider-Man's eyes widened behind the mask in surprise. The realization of Wade's intent hit him hard.
"If I'm not breathing that's twice as much oxygen for you and I can't let any harm come to my cute widdle spider." He cooed the last few words.
He wasn't in the mood to joke. "You don't have to do this, Wade." His voice was soft, full of emotion the merc rarely heard aimed at him.
"I come back from the dead, Spidey. You don't."
"Peter."
"What?"
The young hero was throwing so many curveball at him Wade didn't know which way was up!
"My name is Peter Parker." He shrugged, suddenly uncomfortable with his forwardness. "I mean, I figure if you should at least know the name of the person you're willing to die for."
It didn't take the merc long to snap out of his stupor. He closed the small gap between them in one swift movement and wrapped the smaller man in a tight bear hug. "You do care, Petey!"
He'd almost started to feign annoyance like he usually did when Wade got too close, but he'd gone too far to turn back now.
"Of course I do." He hugged the man back a little tighter than he intended, reluctant to let go.
"As much as I love you clinging to me like a super hot leech with a great ass, air's a wastin'."
Before Deadpool could move away Spidey hurriedly, without much thought, ripped his mask off, revealing not only his name but the face that went along with it.
"Holy Bea Arthur! You're gorgeous."
In that moment he did his best to memorize every inch of that boys face, from his soft pink lips, to his large doe eyes, to the unruly mop of hair atop his head. He was beautiful and Wade was fearful he'd never see him like this again.
"Shut up." Peter flashed an absolutely adorable, lopsided grin that left the merc weak kneed.
He had thought for a while now, maybe since they first met, that he might be in love with the hero, but now he knew. He'd do anything, anything, to be graced with a smile like that again.
Slowly, deliberately so as to give him a chance to pull away, Peter rolled the red and black Deadpool mask up to his nose. It was nothing he hadn't seen before, when they shared their 3am rooftop tacos. The scars hadn't bothered him then, and they didn't bother him now.
He learned in close, breathing in the smell of Mexican food and gunpowder that was Deadpool, before gently pressing his lips to the merc's.
"Make sure you come back, okay?" He whispered, barely pulling away, lips ghosting over Wade's as he spoke.
"Jesus fuck, Spidey!" He let out a ragged breath he hadn't been aware of holding. "A whole army of grim reapers couldn't keep me from coming back for you!"
He gave the hero another tight hug, kissed his pale, perfect cheek quickly, then moved as far away from him as possible.
"You might want to close your eyes, sweetheart." He rolled his mask back down as he spoke, hoping to contain as much of the mess as possible.
Tears glistened in those doe eyes, but he did as he was told.
"See you soon, baby boy."
He raised the gun to his temple once again and pulled the trigger.
Deadpool regained consciousness sometime later.
He wasn't sure how long, it always varied, but he knew it was long enough for them to be rescued because he could the hum of the quinjet's engine.
Alive, but unwilling to face reality he lay there a while longer, eyes closed. He was afraid Peter Parker was just a figment of his bullet addled brain.
"Wade? Can you hear me?"
The mercenary finally opened his eyes, coming face to face with the familiar white lenses of Spider-Man's mask.
At first he thought he was upside down, or maybe Spidey was hanging from a web, but realized his head was propped up on the young hero's lap. "
Always wanted my face this close to your junk." An involuntary giggled escaped him.
Spider-Man smiled, reminding Deadpool of his beautiful face. "I'm a gentleman you know, I don't put out until the third date."
"Does this count as our first date? I mean, you did kiss me..." Wade grinned.
He would have sworn he was in heaven, as unlikely as that seemed, but the jackhammer ache in the side of his head told him this was all very real.
Spidey snorted out a laugh.
He wasn't nearly as terrified by the prospect of a romantic relationship with the anti-hero as he would have been mere days ago.
"Sure, and if you play your cards right, maybe you'll be the exception to the rule." He answered coyly.
"What the hell is going on back there? Clint hissed from the front of the plane.
Natasha's smile was smug. "Told you."