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Peter had had a long day, and if he was honest with himself he did not want to patrol later. He was so tired he didn't even notice the person occupying his couch when he got home or the fact that the door that was broken only last night was now fixed perfectly.
He actually has his shirt half over his head and covering his eyes before the intruder makes himself known.
A wolf whistle and a shout.
"Woo! Petey, I didn't know you were shredded under that nerdy little outfit!" Wade, his neighbor, was apparently in his apartment.
Peter quickly shoves his shirt back down to cover himself, face red in embarrassment and anger.
"Wade!?" Peter's glare could level cities, but Wade just laughs and lounges further into Peter's couch. "What are you doing here?"
"I broke the door, I fixed the door." Wade's smile is contagious even with how dead on his feet Peter is.
"Oh- I... Thank you." Peter doesn't know what else to say, so they just stare in silence for a moment.
In that moment, Peter realizes he's probably not getting a choice in going on patrol or not because Wade is very hard to get rid of normally, but after last night, he doubts Wade will accept any reason Peter would give for him to leave. His head throbs, and an aura forms in the corners of his vision. He tries to adjust glasses that he hasn't needed since the spider bite, managing to just poke himself between his eyes.
"Mhmm, now would you please sit down before you pass out." Wade's voice is suddenly serious, and Peter watches the world fisheye for a second before Wade snatches him by the arm and pulls him towards the couch.
Peter lands roughly, his face pressed into the thread-bare pillows that line his couch, and one leg twisted oddly.
"Hey!" The couch eats his protest. He lifts his head and glares at Wade.
"You were going ghost Danny," Wade jokes, then looks at Peter with complete seriousness. "When did you eat last?"
"Uh? I definitely had breakfast." Peter thinks he did, at least.
"I doubt you had one good enough to make up for the blood loss, which I cleaned up that stain and the others. Which I would love an explanation on that seemed like a lotta blood, Bambi." Wade's rambling just picks up as Peter walks away from him. His plan is to search through the kitchen and try to come up with a plan.
He needs to find a way to cancel on Deadpool without Wade seeing him. Keeping his secret identity will be an issue if Wade decides to be a reoccuring fixture on his couch. Even though his intentions are sweet, he doesn't realize how much of a problem he's being for Peter.
"Hello! Earth to Peter? Calling Moon Man!" Wade's voice breaks through the whirlwind thoughts.
"Huh?" Peter stops and turns to look at Wade.
"I said I ordered a pizza, figured you'd be back by now." Wade frowns and waves a hand at Peter, gesturing to come here. Without thinking, Peter slowly returns to the couch.
Wade grabs his arm again, but the pull is expected and more gentle this time. Peter allows his neighbor (friend?) to pull him down next to him. Wade casually drapes an arm over his shoulders and knocks their heads together softly.
"So, brown eyes, let's watch a movie while we wait!" Wade acts like they do this all the time as if Peter knew he would be here and have food on the way.
It's too much for his tired brain, so he just goes with it. He lets Wade prattle on about nothing while looking through his DVD collection until the knock on the door signals the pizza's arrival.
Wade insists on Star Wars, so they watch that while they eat. Eventually, Wade gets up to use the bathroom and Peter uses that moment to use Spider-Man's phone to text Deadpool that he's staying in tonight. Only to see he had received a text from DP already saying the same thing. Well, he actually said something far more vulgar than Peter would have, but whatever.
By the time they finish the movie, Peter is over-tired and almost loopy. When he felt it coming on, he tried to kick Wade out, but it didn't work. Wade just amped up the jokes. When Peter tries to wrestle him off the couch, he ends up in a headlock he would need Spider Strength to get out of, so he relents and lets Wade put on the next movie.
They settle back in, and Peter doesn't mean to, but he ends up with his head resting on Wade's shoulder. The weirdly familiar smell of gunpowder and leather soothing him in a way he can't even admit to himself. The last coherent thought he has before falling asleep on Wade's shoulder is that he should go to bed but that Wade is so warm and so comfortable.
When he wakes up in bed in the morning, still wearing his clothes from the day before, he's confused for a long time until he gets a vague memory of Wade carrying him to bed and then leaving last night. He was surprised the other man was willing to care for him like that. It has been a long, long time since Peter had someone tuck him into bed sleeping.
He's thinking it over when the sound of a key in his door sends him shooting out of bed and grabbing his baseball bat in seconds. He sets his feet and ignores the twinge in his arm from his slash wound.
When the door finally swings open, it reveals Wade standing there, with the key in hand, looking at least somewhat embarrassed.
"Oh, you're up!" Wade's moment of guilt is quickly washed away with a smirk.
"Why do you have a key?" Peter lowers the bat but doesn't put it away. This guy can say all the right things all he wants. He can tuck Peter into bed or whatever, but he's drawing a line here- so help him.
"I figured it would save me from shelling out for another door in the future, pretty boy. But if property damage is your thing, who am I to deprive you!" Wade wags his hairless eyebrows at Peter. Startling a laugh from deep in his chest.
"Why would you need to break my door down again?" Peter switches the bat from hand to hand, the pros and cons of letting this happen, screaming through his still groggy brain.
"I won't. I have a key now," he continues to grin at Peter.
"Knock first."
"Never gonna happen." Wade finally enters the apartment. "But I can respect the deadbolt."
Peter eyes the other man carefully. It's not like Peter couldn't handle him if he needed to, it's just the whole secret identity thing that makes this not okay. For some reason, he does trust Wade. A little, at least.
"C'mon, Parker, I swear it's just for emergencies. What if you get locked out!"
"You'll respect the deadbolt?" He's so hesitant about this, but his Spidey Senses remain quiet, so this can't be too bad an idea. Right?
"At first!" Wade holds a hand up like a boy scout swear, but he crosses his fingers and smiles. Peter just narrows his eyes before placing the bat back in its not hiding place.