? tangled hearts ? spideypool ?

The city outside was quiet, its usual hustle replaced by a peaceful stillness. Peter Parker's apartment, usually a whirlwind of activity and clutter, felt serene for once. The only sound was the gentle hum of the air conditioner and the soft notes of a song playing in the background.

Peter had chosen Taylor Swift's "Cardigan" somg to play on his old record player, a nostalgic touch that felt oddly comforting. The melody filled the room, weaving through the space like a warm embrace. He sat on the couch, gazing out of the window, lost in thought. The night sky was clear, dotted with stars that twinkled faintly against the backdrop of darkness.

Wade Wilson had been unusually quiet since their earlier argument. After a long day of battling enemies and dealing with their own tumultuous relationship, the two had found themselves in a rare moment of stillness. Wade had come over to help Peter with some patrols, and now, as the night wore on, they had settled into a quiet corner of Peter's apartment.

Wade, sprawled on the other end of the couch, glanced at Peter, who seemed distant and introspective. The song's chorus spoke of comfort and nostalgia, and it seemed to resonate deeply with Peter tonight. Wade's eyes softened as he listened to the lyrics, realizing just how much they mirrored the emotions that had been building between them.

"I knew you'd be here," Wade said, breaking the silence softly. "You always find the perfect songs for the moment."

Peter turned to look at him, a small, bittersweet smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah, well... this song reminds me of how things used to be. It's like a... a memory wrapped in melody."

Wade tilted his head, studying Peter's expression. "It's a good song. Kind of like how you're always there when things get rough, even if it's not obvious."

Peter nodded, the words hitting closer to home than he expected. "I guess it's a bit like the song's lyrics. 'And when I felt like I was an old cardigan under someone's bed.'"

Wade's gaze was intense, his playful demeanor replaced with genuine curiosity. "You feel like that sometimes?"

Peter's eyes dropped to the floor, the weight of his thoughts heavy. "Sometimes. Like I'm not sure where I fit in, or if I'm still relevant. But then moments like this... they remind me that maybe there's still something important here."

Wade sat up, the mood shifting as he leaned closer. "Well, you've never been just an old cardigan. You're more like... well, a favorite one. The one that's always there, no matter how worn out or battered it gets."

Peter's heart fluttered at Wade's words, the warmth in his voice offering a comforting contrast to the song's melancholy tone. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his emotions. "Wade, I've been holding back. I didn't want to mess things up between us, but this song, and tonight... it's making me realize something."

Wade's expression softened further, his eyes locking with Peter's. "What is it?"

Peter reached out, his hand brushing against Wade's. "I've been holding onto this idea that I need to be alone, that I need to handle everything myself. But the song... it's about coming back to something familiar, something comforting. It's making me realize that maybe I've been pushing you away when I really needed you."

Wade's hand enveloped Peter's, the contact sending a jolt of warmth through both of them. "Listen, I'm here for you. Always. We've been through so much, and I'm not going anywhere."

Peter's eyes filled with emotion as he squeezed Wade's hand. "I know. It's just hard to admit that I need help, that I need you."

The song's lyrics continued to play softly, a poignant reminder of their shared history and the bond they had built. The bridge of the song, with its haunting melody and introspective words, seemed to echo their unspoken feelings.

Wade shifted closer, wrapping an arm around Peter's shoulders. "You don't have to do it alone. And you don't have to be afraid of needing someone. I'm right here."

Peter leaned into Wade's embrace, feeling the familiar comfort of being close to someone who truly understood him. The song's final chorus played, its lyrics resonating deeply with their current moment.

"I remember how we felt sitting by the water," Peter murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "And how you told me you'd be there no matter what."

Wade's voice was soft, filled with a gentle affection. "I meant it then, and I mean it now. You're my favorite cardigan, Spidey. The one that's always been there, even when things got tough."

Peter smiled, leaning into Wade's touch. The connection between them was palpable, a blend of deep emotion and unspoken understanding. The gentle glow from the lamp cast a warm light over them, adding to the intimacy of the moment.

"I keep thinking about the way we used to be," Peter said softly, his gaze fixed on Wade's eyes. "How simple things felt before everything became so complicated."

Wade's expression softened, a reflective look crossing his face. "I remember that too. We were just two people trying to figure things out, but we had each other. Maybe that's what we need to get back to—a simpler connection, just us."

Peter's eyes glistened with emotion. "I'd like that. I want to remember why we started this in the first place. Not just the fights or the challenges, but the reason we've stuck together through it all."

Wade's smile was gentle, his eyes filled with affection. "We started this because we believed in something greater than ourselves. And that hasn't changed. We still have that belief, that trust. And we still have each other."

The room seemed to hold its breath, the quiet of the night providing a backdrop for their shared vulnerability. Peter leaned forward, resting his forehead against Wade's. "Thank you for being here. For always being here, even when it's hard."

Wade's voice was a soothing whisper. "I wouldn't be anywhere else. Not when I've found something as important as you."

Peter closed his eyes, taking solace in the warmth of Wade's embrace. The song on the record player had ended, leaving only the soft hum of the air conditioner as a background noise. They remained in their close, intimate position, the silence now filled with a sense of renewal and understanding.

After a few moments, Peter pulled back slightly, his gaze meeting Wade's with a newfound clarity. "How about we try to hold onto this feeling? Not just in moments like this, but in everything we do?"

Wade's eyes sparkled with a mix of love and determination. "Absolutely. We'll take it one day at a time. We've got a lot of history, and we're writing our own story. Let's make sure it's one worth remembering."

Peter's smile was filled with warmth and gratitude. He reached out, intertwining his fingers with Wade's. "Let's make it a story where we don't just survive the chaos but thrive in it together."

Wade's grip tightened, his affection palpable. "Deal. Together."

As they held each other close, the city outside remained silent. its usual hustle replaced by a quiet night.