? tangled hearts ? spideypool ?

13 ? rooftop

Wade's eyes were wide with fear, his voice breaking as he spoke. "I love you, Peter. I love you so fucking much. Please, don't leave me. Please, stay with me."

Peter's vision was narrowing, but he managed to lift his head slightly. He took his mask off. His hand found its way to Wade's face, pulling him down into a kiss. The kiss was filled with all the words they couldn't say, all the emotions they had kept hidden. It was a desperate, heartfelt connection that transcended their current predicament.

As they kissed, tears streamed down both their faces. Wade's hands were gentle on Peter's face, his touch a mix of tenderness and desperation. Peter's blood was soaking through the suit, pooling on the rooftop beneath him. The pain was becoming a distant echo, replaced by the intense connection he felt with Wade.

When they finally pulled apart, Peter's eyes were filled with tears. He was trembling, his voice barely a whisper. "Wade... I love you too. So much..."

The words were stuttered, each one a struggle, but they were filled with sincerity. Peter's breath was shallow, his strength waning rapidly. The kiss had been a final, poignant moment of connection, but the reality of his injuries was undeniable.

Wade's face was a mask of anguish. He held Peter tightly, his voice breaking as he continued to beg. "Peter, please. Don't leave me. I can't... I can't lose you."

Peter's eyes fluttered, his strength fading. He could feel the warmth of Wade's body against his, the love and desperation in his touch. It was both a comfort and a source of pain, knowing that their time together was running out.

Wade's tears mingled with Peter's blood, his cries growing more desperate. "I'm sorry, Peter. I'm so sorry. I should've been there. I should've been able to stop this."

Peter's breathing became more erratic, each breath a struggle. He could see the pain in Wade's eyes, the deep regret and sorrow. The world around him was fading, the edges growing darker as he clung to the final moments of his life.

"I love you," Peter whispered again, his voice barely audible. His hand fell limply from Wade's face, his strength finally giving out.

Wade's cries were raw, a mix of grief and guilt. He clung to Peter, holding him tightly as if trying to keep him from slipping away. His tears fell freely, mingling with Peter's blood. "Please, stay with me. Please..."

But Peter's eyes closed, his body going limp in Wade's arms. The life that had once been so vibrant was now a fragile memory, slipping away with each passing moment.

Wade held him, his heart breaking with each ragged breath Peter took. The world around them seemed to close in, the city lights distant and unfeeling. Wade's cries echoed in the night, a desperate plea to a world that seemed indifferent to their pain.

As Peter's body grew cold, Wade's sobs grew louder, his grief all-consuming. He rocked Peter gently, his voice a broken whisper. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry..."

The rooftop was silent except for Wade's anguished cries and the distant hum of the city. Peter was gone, leaving behind a void that Wade could not fill. The weight of the moment was unbearable, the loss a crushing blow that left Wade feeling as if he had lost a part of himself.

In the quiet aftermath, Wade's tears continued to fall, his heart shattered by the weight of his regret and grief. He held Peter's lifeless body close, his voice a broken echo of the love he had tried so hard to conceal. The city continued its indifferent march, but for Wade, time had stopped, frozen in the heartache of loss.

The mission was forgotten, the world outside irrelevant. All that mattered was the man in his arms, the love that had been so powerful and so fleeting. Wade's grief was all-consuming, a reflection of the depth of his love and the crushing weight of his failure.