? tangled hearts ? spideypool ?

Peter Parker blinked awake, the scent of something savory—mixed with a faint burning smell—filling the air. His brain, still foggy from sleep, struggled to piece together the details of last night. Faint memories of fighting criminals, getting tased, and then... Wade Wilson's place?

"Morning, sunshine!" Wade's chipper voice cut through Peter's confusion. He looked up to see Deadpool standing over him, holding out a burrito. "Thought you might be hungry. After all, you burned a ton of calories saving the world last night. Plus, we can't let that cute butt of yours waste away."

Peter blinked, sitting up gingerly, his side still sore from the injury. "You, uh... brought me a burrito?"

Wade nodded enthusiastically. "Nothing says 'I care' like meat, cheese, and a whole lotta spice. Just like me!" He dropped the burrito into Peter's lap and plopped down beside him on the couch, much too close for comfort—but then again, Wade didn't really do personal space.

Peter hesitated, then unwrapped the burrito. "Thanks, I guess. Though I'm not sure this is part of the standard post-battle recovery plan."

"Hey, it's better than those energy bars you munch on," Wade quipped, leaning in to peek at Peter's burrito. "Plus, it's got all the essentials—protein, carbs, and a whole lotta love. Speaking of love, you know, if you ever want a hands-on approach to recovery, I've got these magic fingers—"

"Wade!" Peter cut him off, his face heating up. Wade always knew exactly how to get under his skin, but he wasn't sure if that was annoying or... kind of endearing.

Wade just grinned. "What? I'm just offering my highly trained massage services. Spidey, you've got knots in places I didn't even know people could have knots."

Peter ignored him and took a cautious bite of the burrito. It was surprisingly good—spicy, but flavorful. As he chewed, Wade watched him with keen interest, eyes darting between Peter's face and the tiny bit of skin visible between his mask and his mouth.

"I knew it," Wade said after a moment, leaning closer. "You've got a pretty mouth, Spidey. You hiding a million-dollar smile under that mask?"

Peter choked on his burrito, swallowing hard before glaring at Wade. "You're impossible."

"And you're adorable when you're flustered. Win-win!" Wade replied, unfazed.

Peter sighed, pulling his mask down just enough to take another bite, careful to keep most of his face covered. "I can't believe you dragged me here. I should be out there making sure those thugs didn't regroup."

Wade waved a dismissive hand. "Relax, Spidey. They're all tied up—literally. You'll thank me later for this, I promise. Besides, you're no good to anyone if you're running on empty."

Peter frowned, knowing Wade had a point but unwilling to admit it. He took another bite of the burrito, savoring the heat, and tried not to think too hard about the fact that Deadpool was right. Again.

"See? You're enjoying yourself already," Wade teased, poking Peter's side lightly, just above where his bandages were. "Admit it—you're glad I swooped in and saved your deliciously toned behind."

Peter rolled his eyes, trying—and failing—not to smile. "Fine, maybe a little. But don't let it go to your head. Your ego's big enough as it is."

"That's not the only thing that's big," Wade shot back with a wink, earning an exasperated groan from Peter.

"Why do I put up with you?" Peter muttered, though the smile tugging at his lips betrayed him.

"Because deep down, you love me," Wade said, his tone playful but with a hint of something more serious. "And also because I'm great company. Admit it—my devilish charm is irresistible."

Peter looked at him, taking in the mischievous glint in Wade's eyes and the easy smile on his lips. It was hard to stay mad at someone who could make you laugh even when you were supposed to be annoyed.

"Maybe," Peter said quietly, surprising himself with the admission. "But you're still a pain in my ass."

Wade's grin widened. "Oh, I can be more than that if you let me, honey."

Before Peter could respond, Wade suddenly stood up and held out his hand. "Come on, let's get out of here."

Peter blinked, confused. "What? Where are we going?"

"A pizza place," Wade said, eyes twinkling. "I know a place that'll blow your mind. Plus, you'll get some fresh air. You've been cooped up here long enough."

Peter hesitated, but something in Wade's expression—half challenge, half genuine concern—made him nod. "Alright. But no funny business."

Wade clutched his chest in mock horror. "Me? Funny business? Never!"

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They ended up at a small, hole-in-the-wall Italian place that Peter had never noticed before. The sign outside was faded, the kind of place you'd walk right past if you weren't looking for it. Wade led him inside, and Peter was immediately hit with the rich, mouth-watering smells of mozzarella and tomato.

"This is the spot," Wade said proudly, guiding Peter to a booth in the back. "Best pizza in the city, hands down. And trust me, I've tried them all."

Peter slid into the booth, pulling his mask up just far enough to eat but still covering most of his face. Wade watched him with a smirk as he ordered for both of them, rattling off his choices with the enthusiasm of someone who knew exactly what he wanted.

"Come on, Spidey, live a little," Wade said, nudging him with his elbow after the waitress left. "You can let that mask up for a sec. It's just us here. And if anyone gives you trouble, I'll handle it."

Peter sighed, realizing he wasn't going to win this one. Slowly, he tugged his mask up to his nose, just enough so that his mouth and chin were visible.

Wade's eyes widened comically, and he let out a low whistle. "Hot damn. I knew it. You've got that boy-next-door thing going on. No wonder MJ's always after you."

Peter rolled his eyes but couldn't help the faint blush that crept up his neck. "You're ridiculous."

"And you're gorgeous," Wade shot back without missing a beat. "Now, if I ever get to see the whole face, I might just swoon."

Peter laughed despite himself, shaking his head. "You're unbelievable."

"I try," Wade replied with a grin. "But seriously, Spidey, you should relax more. You're always so tense. You're gonna get wrinkles before your time. Let me take care of you, just for today."

Peter didn't respond immediately, taking a moment to consider Wade's words. He'd spent so long keeping everyone at arm's length, trying to handle everything on his own. But here was Wade, persistent, annoying, and somehow—despite everything—making him feel a little bit lighter.

"Maybe I'll take you up on that," Peter said quietly, surprising even himself.

Wade's grin softened into something more genuine. "Good. Now eat up. These pizzas aren't gonna enjoy themselves."

As they dug into their food, the banter continued—flirty, teasing, and with just enough bite to keep Peter on his toes. But beneath it all, there was a sense of ease, of connection, that Peter hadn't felt in a long time.

And as he sat there, laughing at Wade's ridiculous jokes and savoring the surprisingly good food, Peter couldn't help but think that maybe—just maybe—he didn't mind letting someone else in, at least for a little while.