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Love you like I mean it

Just because I can

Spring into summer- Lizzy McAlpine

We hug now- Sydney Rose.

I know it won't work like that- Gracie Abrams.

Peter Parker x Wade Wilson

Angst with art! :D

Peter hit his head in a fight and when ever peter has a near death experiance, he gets to see Gwen for 3 seconds and it DESTORYS his mental health to the point he's telling wade that gwen is "waiting for him". Wade goes protecting mode and dosn't let peter do anything stupid all while yearning for peter but decides peter needs a friend right now, not a lover. He makes him eat, drink water, keeps sharp stuff away from him, follows him around, tries to distract him from stuff, etc. Poor petey just is young, dumb and depressed. Yeah, Wade gets him in bed but not the type he expected.

TLDR: Peter has an accident during an episode that causes him to hallucinate. Wade takes care of him.

Tw: implication of death, wounds, Self harming tendencies, suicidal thoughts and possible attempt (vewier interpretation) Hurt comfort, Age gap, 'Lets get you fixed up' trope, god forbid if a girl haunts the narrative on her spare time. But bassically peter is still pretty young, I call it his "manic depression" phase (lowkey a whole 12 years of his life) from 17-29. Peter's Age is flexible (21-29) then add 17 to get Wade's.

He was bleeding.

The kind of bleeding that made Wade's eyes widden. Peters suit was soaked. He was clutching his side and had that lopsided 'im in so much pain right now' nervous grin.

Spring into summer, and the winter's gone..

I try to hold on to it, but the current's too strong

"Peter!! What the fuck did you do!?"

"Aheh... heehh... long story.."

"Then get in here and start talking. What hap-"

But the moment Peter stepped forward and collasped into his chest, alarms began going off in his head. Kicking the door closed, Wade picks him up, only for Peter to hiss, letting out a small yell. "Ow!!"

"Ow?? Whats ow? Let me see!" He says, urgently trying to see under where his hand was pressed but Peter jolted up, taking two large steps back.

"Don't! I-... I'm fine."

Somebody finds me in the state I am-

Love you like I mean it when I know I can't

Wade throws his hands up. "What!? You are clearly not fine! You're staining my carpet even more then it already is!"

"Oh, sorry... this.. this was a bad idea.." he mumbled under his breath, opening the same door he just came in 2 seconds ago, stepping back into the rain. Instantly, the rain began washing the blood from him, each step a flinch and a hiss.

The water probably stung certian wounds too. Either way.. Wade's stoop looked like someone just poured hawaiian punch kool-aid on the concrete, or perhaps like when you washed red hair dye out of your hair and it stained your tub for a couple weeks.

"Peter!" He calls for him, about to grab him but hesitated. He didn't know what kind of wounds he had, and he didn't want to hurt him more. "Wait!"

Hold it against me, cool to the touch

Nobody knows what it's like to be us

Peter shakes his head. His feet were stepping away, but his heart is trying to pull him back. Two steps forward, one back, and then three forward. He was stumbling, cleary hurt, exhasuted and needed help. No.. needed him.

He wouldn't let anyone else see him such a mess. It was one of Spider-man's staples to be fine all of the time, 24/7 365. The hard truth was this was possibly the biggest lie Peter has ever told the people of New York.

Because the truth is, the pain he felt was unfathomable to the average person. This is something Wade gave him credit for. Them new yorkers were tough, esspecially Peter. The boy wouldn't even take a day off when he caught the flu, instead just wore a mask under the red web pattern, wore gloves and wrapped himself inna scarf like May did when he was little.

But now he stands here in the rain, gripping his side like it were a solid bar of gold, afraid it- or he- would slip away if he lost it.

"Peter..." Wade starts, reaching out for him, but the way his shoulders dropped before shaking made Wade feel a deep pain in his chest, the tight kind that made him blame himself. He should have seen the signs. He should have been looking out for him.

It's now that Peter rips off the mask, tears and snot racing down his face, only out ran by thick rich blood. The gash on his head was pretty bad. The kind that needed stitches.. possibly staples..

Wade's eyes widden, about to open his mouth.

"No hospital!" He snaps, pointing at him as if making him swear. "I can't...I don't need to go to the hospital.." He says as if he was previously banned from the other hospitals in this city.

Somebody finds me in the shallow end.

Love you like I mean it just because I can..

"I can't do it!" He shouts, facing him as he covers his face with his hands, his gloves becoming a different shade of red.

"Can't do what, Pete? Go to the hospital? O-okay.." Wade puts his hands up, taking a single, slow step forward. "No hospitals.. promise. Just.. let me help you."

"I can't-.. I can't do this!" He says exasperated, dropping to his knees, defeated.

"Hey, woah, You can't do what? Ill carry you. And I'll be easy this time!"

"It's not fair!" This time he sobs, his hands touching the hard concrete infront of him as blood drips from his nose and down his chin.

As Peter starts to sob, Wade frowns, his yellow eyes looking at the sky for a moment as if he'd find an awnser as to what in the world was going on.

"Hey.. Come on, Webs. You need stitches.. and bad." He whispers that last part, trying to reason with him but he just cries, wheezing so hard that Wade could practically feel the pain in his chest from the tightness.

As his hand clutched the heart from within his ribs, he felt it ripping it from its cage, if only it meant he could be with her just another moment..

Gripping at the suit, he grits his teeth, blood dripping from his mouth.

"I-.." He starts. "I saw her."

"Who?"

"I saw her, Wade."

"Hey," Wade crouches down, carefully putting a hand on his shoulder, his palm coming to his cheek. "Who did you see? Huh? Tell me."

"Her."

Looking up at him, raindrops hit his face like acid. The cold rushes down his spine, Making the stinging and burning of his cuts feel like nothing at all compared to the freezing solid block of ice sitting where Peter's heart belonged. But no, It was down deep, 6 feet under the soil, dead and burried..

Bridge over water. I am jumping off...

Taking a picture of all the people close to us.

"Ooh.. Petey.. What did you do? Jump off a bridge?" Wade asks, gently scrubbing the non concussed side of his head with a towel, carefully pulling the bloody brown strands from the wound. He had finally convinced him to come in the apartment to let Wade take a look.

"Lets get you fixed up." He had said, in which case Peter only nodded softly in agreement, but just barely.

Peter, now wrapped under a large towel and a bloody, torn suit, shrugs. "Yeah.." He felt a little better now that he was warming up, but the vision flashed before him every time he closed his eyes. "Fuck, Wade.." he whispered, voice tight and eyes teary again.

Ignoring the fact his best friend just admitted to jumping off a bridge, Wade saves that lecture for later. He clearly wouldn't hear it anyway.

"Ugh gladly. Just let me finish up your stitches, mkay?" He smirks, joking (or maybe not) in hopes to raise his spirits but in fact only did the opposite.

Just before Wade can start stitching, Peter collapses his face into his hands, letting out a frustrated whimper, and heavy sob following after. His chest heaves, almost choking on his tears.

Wade blinks, once.. twice.. and then finally a third time. "Ookkay..." Putting down the thread, he deciding Peter needed more time to cool down before shoving a needle into his scalp.

Moving to sit on the floor next to him, He puts his hands in his lap thinking of what to say. He always said crazy things so he'd have to up his game if he wanted Peter to snap out of it.

"The prices of eggs have been outrageous recently. I can't afford 6$ for chicken periods, yaknow?"

Stopping almost immediately, Peter blinks, pausing to slowly look at him. Sniffling, he wipes his eye. "W-what??"

"You know. Eggs. Chicken periods." He smiles, shrugging his shoulders before leaning closer to him, fully aware that he just complained about eggs while he was breaking over the fact his ex girl was haunting the narrative. Sheesh.. they really love doing that huh?

God forbid if a girl got a hobby. His eyes roll, waving away the thought. Anyway..

Head below the surface, almost never certain of the truth..

"S-she's always there, Wade.." he sniffles. "Every time I close my eyes, every time I see someone I think its her, every time I lay down to go to sleep. She's there. Around every corner, at my favorite shops, she's in my fucking lab, Wade!" He curls up tighter, pulling his legs in close as he tears up, his chest and throat tightening again.

"S-she said she's waiting for me.."

"What?" Now, Wade is crazy. He is bonkers. He might have misheard but he's pretty damn sure that Peter just told him that his dead girlfriend- or some various internal voice told him that she is waiting for him, beyond life.

His previous question of if Peter jumped off the bridge made him frown. Shit..

"She did! W-when I fell off the freaking bridge she told me! W-we were in a field and she- She told me Wade.. sh-She gave me a flower and told me shes still waiting for me! W-what am I supposed to do with that!? D-does she want me to.. to come?"

Heh. Wade smiles, his mind drifting to pointless humor, but his face dropped, realizing what this meant. He shook his head, pulling Peter into his lap to hold him and rub his back.

Shut up. This is Important. He thought.

"No.. she's not asking you anything. Its your brain...Welcome to the looney bin, baby boy." He sighs.

Peter looks up, the way the color drained from his eyes, a dulling by the second grey mixed with tears and miserable glints of guilt and shame. It ws enough to kill a man with a good heart and a steady head. Fortunately for Wade.. he didn't have either of those. And he couldn't die..

"It was real, Wade.." he whispers, but the reflection of Wade in his eyes drooped. "..Oh.. Peter.. I'm supposed to be the crazy one in this comedic duo."

"S-she was real." Peter repeated, grit teeth and sharp eyes that could cut right through him. A threatening gaze that told he should stitch his mouth shut right about now.

Wade could tell that he didn't believe it, but as if he had to tell himself this to rid himself of the crushing feeling.

Taking a deep breath, Wade sighs, almost understanding. For a moment things are silent, gently guiding his head back so he could start stitching before the gash got any bigger.

Ussually, Peter would flinch and 'ow' when Wade stitched him, but this time he just.. sat there.. staring off into space at Wade's smoke and rat shit stained wall. Tears continue to stream down his face. He says nothing, dosn't move, instead he presses into the needle and thread.

"This isn't to hurt you." Wade stated, loud and factually. He wasn't an idiot. He knew what Peter was doing.

Peter doesn't say a word. He's a genuis, he knows when someone was clocking him. The only difference? He wasn't phased. He wasn't ashamed. He didn't care if Wade knew.

For the next couple of minutes, they're both silent, the kind of silence where the clock ticked at the same pace of your heartbeat. The kind of tight boldnes that made you nervous to breathe too loud in fear of scaring the other.

The kind of nervousness that was only eased by shitty microwave dinners from the freezer, served with a plastic cup of soda. The only real way to get past this.

"...The stars don't shine here.. its just the city lights..."

Wade, mid bite of a sorry excuse for mashed potatos, pauses. Looking at him with wide eyes, he nods. "Yeah."

"..Sometimes I see the moon and think of her." Peter starts, looking down at the pathetic slab of mystery meat in a black plastic tray. He pushes it around with his fork.

"I bet she's up there.. dancing with ribbons in her hair.. tied to her headband.. she didn't like tieing her hair up. She thought she had big ears." His voice tightens as the thick tears began to whell all over agian.

Wade frowns, opening his mouth to say something but Peter needed someone to litsen. He needed a friend. A good one. Not one that made jokes. So he nods, scooting a little closer to him on the sofa, picking at his half cold tray of artificial food.

"Sometimes... when I go to sleep-" Peter starts, staring at the beige but stained up wall infront of him. "I dream I'm still seventeen.. I save her.." he says this the same way people say theyre going to find the leprechauns pot of gold, something that only happens in fairy tales.

"She still lives down the street.. she's not mad at me.." He whispers, tears dripping from his nose.

Wade, who has tried really hard to keep his mouth shut, opens it. "Why would she mad at you?" Wade asks, only getting daggers in return.

"Oh, I dont know- She trusted me, Wade! And I fucking killed her!!" He shouts angerly, a little too loudly for someone who didn't like people in his buisness- esspecially admiting a crime...

Even Wade knew that.

"She had her whole life ahead of her until I came along. She was going to Oxford for crying out loud!!"

"Well..." Wade starts, turning his head back ro his tray, poking around.

Dont do it. Dont. Dont say that.

"College isn't everything.."

Too late! God damn it, Wade!

Peter looks at him in disbelief, setting the food down as he stands up, clearly agervated at himself more then anyone else on earth. Possibly even Gobby.. and we all know how much that green troll wanted to stab him in his sleep.

"I have a feeling she was everything I wanted.. and now im sitting here wasting time stuck here with you! You just think its a small thing that happened! But the world ended when it happened to me!! You have no clue what its like to be the cause of her death!" He shouts again, tears racing down into the carpet as his fists ball.

Part of Wade wished Peter would. He needed Peter to release that anger before something truely bad happened to someone else.. someone without a healing factor.

Sitting still, Wade stares up at him in silence. A blank expression.

Try Fiancé.. but yeah.. I do. He thought.

As if reading his mind, Peter quickly reverts back into himself, hand quickly coming to rub his arm as he stared at his bare and bruised feet.

"I'm sorry..I just-" His chest heaves as he closes his eyes tight, hands quick to cover his snotty face. "s..Sometimes I wonder if she was pregnant.." He whimpers as audiabley as he can through such a tight throat.

"i-If I was to marry anyone, Wade.. it would have been her. It would have been HER!!" He wails, finally breaking down, away from the anger, letting the regret and survival guilt sink into his lungs like spores from an infectious airborn diease. A cancer causing fungus that caused temporary anaphylaxis.. not a pretty sight for his special aracnid..

Sighing, Wade sets down his medicore meal on the coffee table. "...Lets get you into bed.."

I'm always, forever, runnin' back to you.

Runnin' back to you...

And there he is. Naked and exposed to him, vaunerable and easy, free for the taking.

Curled up on his side, Wade stared with big, longing eyes. The kind of yearning you only heard about in regale age diaries when someone shown a little too much ankle.

The type of desire you only had when you were in a frozen wasteland for days, if Wade was a stranded starving survivor, Peter was a warm holiday feast, all nicely displaced and untouched.

Like a honey glazed ham at christmas left unattened with a hungry hound who's nose kept inching towards the plate. Teeth just inches from sinking in.

Runnin' back to you.

Shaking his head, Wade mentally scolds himself.

His voices new better to even suggest such a thing. God he really hated them so much. It made his stomach turn just thinking of it. Made him gag.

Bad voices- Bad! Intrusive or not, they made him feel like shit.. predatory even. Like he didn't deserve to be Peter's friend.

You're always gonna be someone that I want..

Swallowing, Wade can't disagree with some of them. Yes, He does love Peter.

Probably more then this city. He might be the only thing keeping him here. He'd bomb it in an instant if asked.

He'd save it until his last breath if it meant he would get a smile of approval from the man in his bed.

Curled up fetal position in his sheets, under his covers. Back facing him.. full of freckles. Freckles that made constellations. Constellation's he would never leave. He'd always come back. Always return where he belonged, by his side.

We have too many years between us.

Taking a breath Wade turns to lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling, thinking about all the good time's they've made together. Like when they spray painted Fisk's mural to give him a egg man type mustache and make him say 'Im a big dumdumb', crashed the Spider-buggie, or all those times he sat danging his legs over the edge, miles up from the ground knowing that if he fell, Peter would catch him.

Sometime's he would test this theory, drimatically or accidently falling off, only for his prince in webbed red and blue to save him.

Other times they would just talk. About anything, and everything. Part of him wanted to walk away but the other half won't litsen. He wanted to let go of Peter so badly, but the other half has practically handcuffed his wrist to him by now and threw away the key.

He knew what people said. Why in the world would he want someone so young like Peter? I mean, come on, they're almost two decades apart, that sounds creepy even for him, but he couldn't bare to walk away. Someone would have to drag him kicking screaming biting and scratching to keep him away.

If I could jump into the past, I'd only change one thing.

He knew what they said. 'He's way out of your leauge' 'He's too smart for an idiot like you' 'I bet he just hangs around that moron for his money, no one would ever willingly hang out with a guy like that- I wonder how much he's getting paid." Kind of comments who couldn't understand just how intertwined their souls already were.

Wade thinks, 'I hate to look at your face and see we're thinking different. I tried to cut all the ties but you never truely leave me. And down the road, you'll just love me until you resent me.. I know it wont work like that, huh?'

'I'd never hurt you first, I'd never let you leave

And now I'm here forever, runnin' back to you...'

"Cause I'm not her.." He whispers into nothing, voice heavy with regret. But not for falling in love with him, no. For not being there for him all the times he needed him.

If it were Wade, he wouldn't have hurt Peter like this, Why? Because he would have lived. That's the curse of Spider-man. Always picking human dates. Constantly slightly too rough with them, never fully able to control his own strengh. Thats why if Wade could, he'd replace Gwen with himself.

At least then Peter would hold him in the rubble in shambles only to laugh and kiss him when he woke up.. and then he'd never let him leave. Wade would be selfish, keep him to himself, be sure no one hurts him ever again. He may not be able to stop his Uncle's death but if he could replace his dead girlfriend and save him a little despair? So be it.

Wade had daydreamed about this all before, setting up a plan and not touch him until he was old enough to wed. None of that 'just turned 18' bullshit like in the sketchy pornos. No, he'd wait until he was at least 21. Old enough to offically ask out for a drink. Slip a ring in his drink like those bad tv dramas.

He thought about what would happen if he accidently swallowed it and would have to preform the hymlic. He thought about how pretty Peter would look in a dress- Or perhaps he could wear the dress! Oh yes, that wounded like fun. He thought about how their wedding night would be. How lucky would he be then? To be able to fix his feelings and keep him happy forever. They could even have some kids. A couple of rascals! Two!- no- Three. Yeah, three sounded right. And maybe a dog too.

Peter snores, interrupting Wade's dozey dream to to roll over. Peter reaches a hand out to him. His fingers curl over his bicep, gently tugging him closer.

Always.

Turning his head, Wade smiles, intertwining their fingers together, eyes softening. Oh well.. maybe he wasn't there for everything. But he's here now. The person Peter keeps running back to to pick up all his pieces and glue him back together. Or stitch in this case.

Wade gets lost staring at his cheeks now, counting each freckle and remembering each stray strand of chesnut hair. A plea comes to mind, to what ever god will do him the service of litsening. 'Please god, who ever wants to litsen, don't take him from me just yet. Let me keep him a bit longer. Please help him, if anyone, just him. He's a good man.. he's just hurt. Give him someone that will take care of him.. make him happy..'

As if he felt the eyes on his unconscious body, Peter grumbles, grabbing his arm and pulled him closer into a smaller spoon position. Nuzzling his nose between his shoulder blades, he wraps his arms around his waist tight, letting out a content sigh from the scent of familiarity.

Wade grins widely, taking this as a sign to shut his brain up and go to sleep. Too afraid to move but subconsiously his hand rubs over the others. He tries not to think, but he crossed his brain without looking both ways, getting hit with a hopeful thought.

If I turn around, you're runnin back... to me..

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