SpideyPool (Sick Spider)

Wade's POV:

Pete's been getting closer than we'd ever even hoped for. We'd dreamed plenty for the attention of the web-slinging, bootylicious Spiderman, but never in a hundred worlds did we think he'd look our way.  Upon arriving back to the tower after my little heartwarming outburst, I bravely went to the closest available room to guard a pillow with my life. I felt worse knowing that he was right outside. What was he going to say? I didn't have a clue. I didn't want to hope or imagine.

"There's just no way," I say aloud while strangling the pillow. I put it down and stand up.

I can hear the ever so silent footsteps of Peter outside the door for the fourth time.

"This is your room you know" I yell through the door, "I'd say make yourself at home, but you've already done that."

"Funny" Peter says while entering.

"It's part of my charm" I say while turning by back and searching for my second katana.

"Wade can we talk for a minute?" Peter asks.

"Huh? Yeah, sure just give me a few seconds" I say while wishing I could jump out a window.

"What are you doing?"

"Looking for my...there she is!" I exclaim, "how'd you get into the ceiling?"

"Listen man, I ain't even going to ask about how that happened." Peter laughs.

I sit down on the bed and feel all the inner thoughts and voices go silent, as if holding their breath.

"Are you okay?" I ask gently.

"Y-yeah, yeah I'm fine, just that..." Peter sighs and flops onto the bed next to me.

I turn and look at him. He is looking far too good for anyone's good. His sweats hung low on his hips as his shirt had risen high. My eyes leisurely went from hips to chest and finally to his face. I was enamored with the way his closed eyes furrowed in focus, changed nothing of his angelic features. My eyes focused on his lips next. I shook my head to clear the million thoughts.

"Wade I think..."

"I have to go to the bathroom" I announce and swiftly make my way to the furthest bathroom of the tower. After producing such an obvious maneuver, I feared what dinner time would bring, and yet all that ran through my head was I can't lose him. For all I know he could have been sick from what I'd said and was going to sit me down to tell me to leave. He has definitely been on the rise, health-wise, and I would have no more use to him anymore. 

Peter's POV:

It was finally dinnertime, but Wade was taking his sweet time to sit down. Mr. Stark had grabbed his plate and left to return to one of his projects as I sat alone at the table. Eventually I finished my meal and headed to my room. Wade was nowhere in sight. After some time, I turned off the light and laid in bed. What happened? Why is he avoiding me? Is he being shy? I shook my head at the last one, as there's no way Wade could possibly be acting this way for such a small reason. He is the king of confidence. While lost in my thoughts I hear a creak from the door. I remain motionless as I hear Wade's attempts of quietly shuffling around. He slips onto his side of the bed.

"It's rude to not show up for dinner and not tell anyone" I tell him. I hear him curse out of surprise.

"Shit Pete, you scared me. I thought you were asleep"

"I figured" I answered.

"You're mad"

"I'm not mad, I'm confused. Why are you avoiding me?" I asked.

"I'm about as confused as you are." he mumbles.

"Then let's work it out together" I say while flipping on the light.

Wade was wearing nothing but some boxers. As soon as I'd looked at him my eyes took in every detail. My eyes searched his face and then my face heated as my eyes trailed down. I snapped my head back to his face and looked into his eyes, but his focus was no longer on my suggestion. 

"Petey, I don't think this will be a quick conversation, let's talk about it tomorrow" 

"We can talk about it tomorrow if you'd like, but you're not allowed to do another of your disappearing acts. Unlike you, I can't leave freely without a doctor's note." I remind him.

"I promise, scouts honor" he replies.

I nod, turn off the light, and snuggle deep into my covers. Wade makes himself comfortable and I scooch closer to him.  I hear Wade chuckle softly and sigh contently once I'd made myself at home on his shoulder.

"Don't get any ideas. It's just a small bed" I tease.

"I never said a word" 

"You didn't need to" 

"Your Spidey sense tell you that?" he says," My Deadpool senses talk to me all the time, I find them rather annoying." 

"Mhmm sure" I laugh.

"I'm being serious, why does nobody believe me.... Well, I know you do" He talks to himself.

"Go to sleep Wade, you can talk to your senses tomorrow" I tell him while sleep started to overcome my own.

"Ok, if you insist. Goodnight Peter" he whispers gently. I smile and finally feeling complete I fully succumb to sleep.

Authors Note:

 Hey guys it's been a while, been busy. I hope you are enjoying the story and I do plan on seeing this story to its end...wherever that leads us. Thank You again for reading!

-JVanRuisdael