Chapter 14
First and foremost Peter would like to point out that Widow was a filthy liar. That, and that she couldn't tell him what to do. Peter jumped onto the desk chair in his excitement, and he forced his interlocked fingers forward on his sixth, and last spin in it. The cracking filled the quiet room and made Wade shiver, much more grossed out then he wanted to let on. But he shook it off like a puppy shook off water, and went to find a chair of his own. Rusty wheels scrapped against the tile floors in bursts of sound, as Wade scooted up beside the criminal. So close to him, that it made him wonder if Wade even knew what personal space was. Peter raised a brow underneath his mask.
Wade smiled like a puppy too.
Peter shook his head of it, and set his fingers to the holographic keyboard. At least Wade caught on quick, he pulled his phone out and started tapping away at the screen. Content to ignore him Peter mimicked the avenger, until Wade's dorky expression drew him back in. His fingers caught, frozen where they had landed on the keys. A touch of tongue popped out of the corner of Wade's mouth, and his brows knitted together in concentration. Did he need to text like an apsolute morron? Peter tore his eyes back to the screen.
“Eat your heart out Widow!"
Secondly, Peter should of stated that he and Widow had more in common than he wanted to admit. Mostly in the lying department. But shoulds and woulds didn’t have to correlate.
After fifteen minutes of failed attempts, quips from Jarvis, his boxes, and poorly covered giggles from Wade; Peter had had enough. He rested his head on his forearms and groaned. It wasn't that he couldn’t break in; it was just that he was excited, the cheesy music from Wade's phone was too loud, he liked talking to Jarvis, and he left his good shoes at home. Peter was good at breaking into things, he was just distracted. Break ins were half his job. He had broken in to the Avengers base for Christ sakes!
[[Funny, because none of other 56 attempts worked.]]
((Wade practically hand delivered us here.))
Wade had been mostly silent. But with a few last taps on his phone, he pocketed it, and scooted over.
"I can give it a go if you'd like," Wade offered. Peter scoffed. The guy typed with his pointers for shit sakes.
"Do you moonlight as a hacker after all your Avengering?" Peter stared dead ahead at the desk ornament in front of him, and didn't look up. It should have burst into flames with the hole he glared into it, but the universe was never so kind to him.
"I have all sorts of neat abilities that you'd know nothing about, because you haven't asked me," Wade complained, and upturned his nose. It lasted less than a second before Wade booted Peter’s chair out of the way, bumper-car style. He pulled down the floating keyboard and typed as if it were a real one. When Peter's chair stopped rolling across the floor he saw Wade in all his tongue-poking-out, face-scrunching-up glory.
That smug look was blown right off his face, along with his mind not even a minute later. Wade shutdown Jarvis in two shakes of a stick.
"th—that's Bullshit!" Peter Sputtered. The look he gave Wade was dumbstruck and lost, and maybe just a little bit jealous—no, no, no, not jealous. Strike that out from this fic. In fact he was taking it right out of his vocabulary. Peter made other people envious.
((Hey what gives anyway? aren't you supposed to be some child prodigy super genius.))
Peter’s eyes snapped towards the box, clearly frustrated. Blue backed down. But 'Peter' had to focus all his energy into not sticking his tongue out like an immature teenager.
[[He’s a biologist.]]
((Exactly!))
[[Sigh...]]
"That’s why I'm the Avenger," Wade boasted, and tore Peter back to the matter at hand. He hooked his thumbs in imaginary suspenders, and glowed with pride.
"In training!" Peter shot back. In a moment of petty desperation, he stepped down on the handhold of Wade's chair. He just needed the upper hand, and with Wade bouncing low to the ground he got it. It was a cheap play: But Wade hadn't expected it.
((Shots Fired!)
"I've been working with them for years!" Wade didn't look cross, But he really couldn't while he pumped his chair back to its previous height. Instead his face was flushed with petty embarrassment.
[[Now I smell bullshit]]
((Yea if that were really true we would have heard of you by now.))
[[And he’s getting defensive.]]
Peter cocked an eyebrow, and eyed Wade quietly. For his boxes to be agreeing on something, they must be real worried. Wade didn't notice in the midst of his pumping.
((Phrasing!))
[[We are not doing that.]]
"So how'd you do it?”
“Sounds like your trying to get a magician to reveal his tricks.” Wade said, relaxing in his chair. Peter was half aware that he kept talking, something about agendas and moving on or whatever. But the boxes smothered the sound. Kinda like his head had been submerged under water.
[[So he is tricking us.]]
((Jesus Christ. It's just a firewall. Not hell’s gates!))
[[Are truly so gullible? Spider tell me you see it.]]
Peter’s eyes darted between the boxes and Wade. Wade had melted into the chair and his legs hung out lazily. Pivoting back and forth to pass the time. He looked bored. Peter's brows frowned.
((What in hell would he even gain from lying?))
[[You were on my side a moment ago!]]
((Just about the avenger's thing! I think he's stretching the truth, y'know trying to impress us?))
[[Right, I had forgotten I was talking to an idiot. How Freudian of me.]]
((Take you're scientific propaganda back!))
Peter drummed his fingers against his thigh, and balled them up into fists until they left impressions. Wade had started talking again. Whether it was towards him, or to fill the silence Peter didn't know. He only picked up every forth or fifth word, and couldn't make sense of it.
[[I. Don't. Trust. Him.]]
((You don't trust anyone, you're paranoid. And ruining a good thing is like.. your guys’ bit.))
“Better that then naïve.” Peter breathed.
"What?"
"What," he said, Purposely channeling all the attitude of a moody pre-teen. They stared at each other, until Peter kicked the handheld again. Wade groaned exasperated, as he went down. Peter made his breakaway for the door, and behind him Wade's sputtering laugh filled the room.