? tangled hearts ? spideypool ?

8 ? angelic

Wade's gaze softened even further, his usual bravado giving way to a raw, heartfelt tenderness. "Oh... you're more incredible than I ever knew. I mean, I always knew you were a hero, but seeing you like this... it's something else."

Peter's hand reached up, brushing a stray lock of hair from his face, his touch light and reassuring. "I just wanted you to know that this—me, Peter Parker—it's all real. And it's all for you."

Wade's voice was barely above a whisper. "Thank you for trusting me with this. I promise, I won't let you down."

Peter smiled faintly, a wave of relief washing over him. "I know. And thank you for saving me tonight. I'm not sure what I'd do without you."

Wade nodded, his expression filled with a newfound respect and affection. "You won't have to find out. I'm right here, no matter what."

Wade sat close to Peter, his mind a whirl of emotions as he took in every detail of Peter's exposed face. The way the moonlight highlighted Peter's features, the vulnerability in his eyes—it all combined into a vision that struck Wade profoundly. He had seen countless faces, many of them scarred and hardened, but the purity and honesty radiating from Peter's face was unlike anything he had encountered.

Peter's gaze was calm now, his eyes still reflecting the exhaustion of the night but also a deep-seated trust. He shifted slightly, his hand reaching out to touch Wade's arm in a gesture of comfort. "I'm sorry for making this so personal, Wade. I just needed you to know who I really am."

Wade's breath caught in his throat. Every word from Peter seemed to amplify his feelings, making him more acutely aware of the depth of his emotions. The raw honesty in Peter's eyes, the way his face softened with each word—Wade couldn't help but feel his heart swell. It was as if Peter's vulnerability had stripped away all the walls Wade had built around his own heart.

Wade tried to keep his thoughts clear, but they kept drifting back to Peter's face, the gentle curves of his features, the soft, almost angelic look that had been revealed. It was as if Peter had become a beacon of light in the darkness of the night, and Wade was inexplicably drawn to him. Every second spent looking at Peter felt like an eternity of admiration and growing affection.

Peter adjusted his position, leaning back against the cool rooftop surface. His expression was relaxed, a small, relieved smile playing on his lips. "I didn't think it would be this freeing. I've been so worried about keeping up the mask, both literally and figuratively."

Wade's gaze remained fixed on Peter, unable to look away from the way his face lit up even with the night's shadows lingering. "You've got nothing to worry about. I mean, you're still the same guy who's been saving the city. Just a bit more... real."

Peter chuckled softly, the sound like a soothing balm to Wade's turbulent emotions. "Thanks, Wade. I needed that."

Wade's heart fluttered at the sound of Peter's laughter. He watched the subtle play of emotions on Peter's face, his eyes crinkling at the corners. It was as if every laugh, every glance, deepened his feelings. Wade felt a profound sense of adoration he couldn't quite put into words.

In that moment, Wade realized how much he had grown to care for Peter. It wasn't just about the physical act of rescuing him or the thrill of their adventures—it was about the quiet moments like these, where the world faded away and all that mattered was the connection between them. Peter's face, illuminated by the moon and marked by exhaustion, was a sight that made Wade's heart ache with a mix of tenderness and longing.

Peter's hand reached up to touch Wade's arm again, grounding both of them in their shared silence. "I'm really grateful for you, Wade. I don't think I could have gotten through tonight without you."

Wade's voice was almost a whisper, filled with a warmth that contrasted with his usual bravado. "I'm always going to be here for you, Peter. No matter what."

Peter looked at Wade, his eyes reflecting the sincerity of his words. For a moment, their gazes locked, and Wade felt his emotions intensify. It was as if every glance, every shared silence was drawing them closer together. Wade's feelings for Peter were undeniable, and the more he looked at Peter's angelic face, the more he felt his heart swelling with love.

As the stars shone brightly above them, Wade's thoughts were consumed by the angelic face he had come to admire so deeply. Peter was more than just a partner in crime-fighting; he was hope and a symbol of everything Wade had always wanted but never fully allowed himself to believe in.

And so, as they sat together, the bond between them strengthened with every passing second, Wade knew that his feelings for Peter were something he would cherish, even if he kept them close to his heart. For now, he was content to be there for Peter, to support him, and to let the unspoken affection between them grow in the quiet moments they shared.

For now, they had all they always wanted.

And now, they have someone to care about.

Now, they have someone who cares.

They have each other.