? tangled hearts ? spideypool ?

The apartment was quiet except for the soft hum of the city outside and the gentle crackle of a fire in the corner. Peter and Wade were curled up together on the couch, the warmth of their shared blanket creating some comfort.

Peter's head rested on Wade's shoulder, his fingers idly tracing patterns on Wade's arm. The soft glow of the lamp cast a gentle light over them, highlighting the tender closeness they shared. Wade's presence was a reassuring weight, and Peter found solace in the rhythm of Wade's breathing.

Yet, despite the tranquility, Peter couldn't shake a growing curiosity.

Peter shifted slightly, his gaze falling on the edges of Wade's mask that peeked out from beneath the blanket. His fingers gently brushed the fabric, hesitating as he considered his next move. He didn't want to push Wade, but the desire to see him more clearly, to understand him completely, was overwhelming.

Wade shifted slightly, sensing Peter's movement. "What's up?" he asked softly, his voice a mix of curiosity and concern.

Peter looked up, his expression both hesitant and earnest. "I've been thinking... I've seen you with the mask on so often, but I'd really like to see you without it. I know it's a big ask, but... would it be alright if I lifted it just for a moment?"

Wade's eyes met Peter's, and for a brief moment, there was a flicker of uncertainty. He had always hidden behind the mask for a reason, and revealing himself felt like exposing a vulnerable part of his past. But there was a trust in Peter's gaze, a sincerity that made Wade pause.

With a deep breath, Wade nodded. "Alright. Just... be gentle with me...and my heart."

Peter's heart raced with a mixture of excitement and nervousness as he slowly lifted the edges of Wade's mask. The fabric moved with careful precision, and as it pulled away, it revealed Wade's scars and the face that had been hidden for so long.

Wade's face was marked by a web of scars, a testament to the pain he had endured. Peter's breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight, but his reaction was one of awe and tenderness rather than shock.

Wade's eyes remained focused on Peter, his expression a blend of apprehension and hope. He braced himself for Peter's reaction, unsure of what to expect.

Peter's fingers gently caressed Wade's face, tracing the lines of his scars with a reverent touch. "Wade, you're..." he began, his voice breaking slightly with emotion. "You're even more incredible than I imagined. These scars—they're part of who you are, and they don't change how amazing you are."

Wade's eyes filled with a mixture of relief and gratitude. The warmth in Peter's touch was soothing, and the kindness in his voice offered a balm to Wade's insecurities. "I was afraid you'd see me differently."

Peter shook his head, his gaze unwavering. "No, not at all. If anything, I see you more clearly now. These scars are a part of your story, and they make you who you are. You're brave and strong, and you've been through so much. But you're still the person I care about."

Wade's shoulders relaxed, and a soft smile began to form on his lips. "Thank you. I needed to hear that."

Peter leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on Wade's forehead. "You don't have to hide from me. I'm here for you, just as you are."