Nachtnight

Peter Parker. The name sighed sweetly in Wade's head, and a tight smile caught onto his lips. He crossed his arms over his chest, hugging himself against the harsh rain as he exited school. It was around 4 in the afternoon, seeing as he had to stay after school for skipping a class. Which meant he didn't get to peek on his crush, Peter Parker, who Wade always found sitting on the same bench in Central Park, reading a book, or doing homework. Wade never plucked up the courage to go over and sit next to him or start a conversation. Too risky. Besides, he enjoyed watching Peter sit there, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, biting his lower lip,

“This chair taken?” Peter looked up from his laptop screen. A man stood over him, wearing a hoodie that covered his face. Peter glanced around, wondering why the man didn’t take a chair from one of the empty tables littered around the café. “No.” “Good.” The man sat down. Peter blinked in panic. “Oh, no, I thought you meant…” The man laughed and leant forward, so that Peter could get a proper look at the man’s face. “Wade?” The masked man laughed again. “Yep.” “What are you doing here?” “Looking for you, of course.” &ld

Steve leaned back on the couch as he flipped through the New York Times, lounging before he had to go out and get some groceries for dinner. Tony jogged down the stairs and into the living room, bending over and giving his husband a quick kiss on the cheek before heading over to the kitchen. "Have you woken up Peter, yet?" Tony asked, skimming through the fridge for the butter. Steve shook his head. "He doesn't have to be at school for another hour, so I thought I'd let him sleep in." Tony suddenly narrowed his eyes, pursing his lips as he buttered his bread. "Y'know I'm getting a little suspicious, Steve," he said abruptly. Captain Ameri

"Psst, Peter," Wade whispered from his spot crouched in the tree, Peter in the bush below, Spiderman mask practically frowning up at him. "Shh, Wade! You're gonna get us caught," he scolded softly, glancing back at the factory they were ordered to keep an eye on. "No, but Petey, it's important," Deadpool insisted. "Shut up, Wilson," Wolverine growled, his claws slicing out threateningly from where he knelt next to Deadpool's tree. "But, Peter!" "Fine, what?" he sighed, peering back up at him. "…I love you." Peter obviously smiled behind his mask, and he tipped his head to the side. "Aw, I love you, too." "Oh, would you two shut up!" L

"Sir, a masked person between the ages of 15 and 18 is attempting to enter the window. Shall I sound the alarm?" "Wha--" Peter sat up and looked around. Wade. "No, JARVIS, it's just Wade. Please don't ever announce his entrance again." "Duly noted, Master Peter." "Thanks, JARVIS." Peter unlocked the window and was subsequently tackled by a masked teenage boy. Automatically, he shot web at the wall, and they were suspended, literally hanging from a thread. "Hi, Pete." "Hello, Wade." "I love it when you suspend us from a web. It's sexy. Sexy, sexy spider. " Wade smiled and pressed his lips to Peter's. "We're 40 stories up." "Yes. We a