#alpha wade

“I’ll play nicer after a cup of coffee.” Peter was still irritated, but he managed a smile for his boyfriend. 

It wasn’t really Harry’s fault that Norman was controlling and intrusive and about a thousand other things that got on Peter’s nerves, but he would have been happy if his Alpha had drawn some boundaries with his dad. It was beyond awkward to have Norman over whenever he felt like showing up, the older Alpha spreading about the space like he owned it, talking to Peter as if the Omega was his and not Harry’s…

Something about Norman’s entire demeanor it made Peter’s skin crawl, but he knew better than to complain too much. It was easier to just stay quiet and hope the Alpha left quickly so he and Harry could go back to being normal together.

“Peter, you’re just barely awake?” Norman Osborn spoke up the minute Peter got back to the kitchen, the Alpha’s dark gaze flicking disapprovingly over his hurried dress job. “It’s almost eight am, Harry’s been doing paperwork for over an hour. Do you always sleep this late?”

“Good morning, Mr. Osborn.” Peter sighed, but when Harry sent him a pleading look, he forced a smile and added, “Sorry about that, just moving a little slow this morning.”

“Hm.” Norman made a sort of disgruntled noise, then sat back at the table to start looking over some of the files Harry had spread out.

The Alpha was uncharacteristically quiet as Harry got Peter some toast and coffee, foregoing his usual comment about ‘Omega’s serving Alpha’s, not the other way around’. He was even quiet when Peter leaned in to kiss Harry again, and when Peter’s phone started to ring with some annoyingly jaunty tune, but the moment he saw Peter shaking pills out of his suppressant bottle--

---“You’re still taking those suppressants?” Norman asked, sounding genuinely surprised, and Peter swallowed awkwardly before answering-- “Of course?”

“I was under the impression that they weren’t working for you anymore.” The Alpha clarified. “Harry was saying there was an incompatibility between these pills and your biology, that they weren’t working very well.”

“Oh.” Peter took another sip of water before answering, quietly wondering why his Alpha had felt the need to share that bit of information with his dad. “Well yes, these ones don’t work very well for me anymore. I’m not sure if I’ve built up a tolerance or if the make-up of the pills have changed, but the last three or four months they haven’t been doing they’re supposed to.”  

Norman raised his eyebrow, obviously waiting for more of an explanation and Peter inwardly groaned before adding “My pre heat mood swings are getting more extreme, and my heat itself is starting to last closer to five days instead of just three. Between the pre heat symptoms and the actual heat, I’m exhausted for days afterwards, too. I missed almost two weeks of school last month and I can’t afford to do that again.”

“The other day there was a fight on the subway and Pete called me in tears.” Harry reached out and squeezed the Omega’s hand. “Couple of Alpha’s going at it, but without his suppressants he was so affected by their hormones that it nearly sent him into a panic attack.”

“The suppressants just stopped working altogether?” Norman didn’t even seem like he was listening, jotting notes down on a memo as he asked, “Or have you had to up your dosage? You have to be careful with that, you know. Too much of a suppressant dose and you’ll compromise your fertility, then you might as well be a Beta.” 

“I know I have to be careful.” A little annoyed that the older Alpha thought it was necessary to tell him how to use Omega-specific suppressants-- and deciding to ignore the comment about his fertility-- Peter continued, “Anyway, I think it’s my blood type. I’m RH-negative so certain medications don’t work on me anyway, and now the suppressants aren’t either. It takes a double dose just to get some sort of an effect, and I know that’s not ideal, but I don’t really have any other choice.”

“Hm.” Another disgruntled sort of noise, but Norman didn’t expand on whatever he was thinking..

“I was wondering though--” Peter sent his future father in law a hesitant smile. “--Harry tells me one of the divisions at Oscorp are working on developing suppressants specifically for Omega’s with rare blood types? Something specifically tailored to each person’s biology?”

“That is very very expensive, Peter.” Norman stated. “It’s still in the testing phase, it will be years before it's marketable to the general public. I don’t know why Harry would have bothered to tell you something that won’t matter for you in the long run.”

“Right, no I know that’s still a while away.” Peter chose to ignore the comment about the suppressants not mattering for him too, not wanting to pick a fight with the Alpha. “But I was thinking, if you could approve me to be part of the test group, then I could get suppressants that work the way they’re supposed to. It would settle my biology and it wouldn’t cost us too much.”

Norman was quiet and Peter rushed to continue-- “Really, anything would work better than my current suppressants, and if I don’t figure something out soon, I’ll have to drop out of school and then I’ll lose my scholarship. It’s mostly Alpha’s in my courses and I’m too susceptible to their hormones right now. Plus with my heats being so bad, I’m looking at missing two classes a month in each course and I’ll fail at that rate.”

The Alpha was silent for another moment before finally saying, “Harry, I was under the impression that since Peter’s suppressants weren’t working, he simply wasn’t taking them anymore. I thought you two had decided to stop dealing with suppressants all together.”

“I didn’t say that exactly.” Harry started and Peter blurted, “Why would I stop taking my suppressants? That’s crazy!”

“Well, I’d assumed since you two have been doing this--” Norman motioned between their bodies. “-- for close to two years, that you’d eventually bond and have a child. Harry is set to take on a corporate level position in Oscorp here in the next few years and Peter, it isn’t safe for older Omegas to get pregnant so when he told me the suppressants weren’t working, we agreed the next logical step was for you to go off them completely.”

“Older Omegas?” Peter repeated. “Older Omegas? I’m twenty three, Mr. Osborn. That’s nowhere near too old to have children and even if it were, Harry and I have no plans to have a child anytime soon. What do you mean you and he agreed to--”

“Dad, just leave it be.” Harry reached out with one hand to placate Peter. “Pete and I haven’t talked about anything like that yet.”

“But you and I have talked about it!” Norman objected loudly and Harry winced. “Peter, my son is too afraid to tell you, but we both think it’s time for you to stop taking your suppressants. There’s no reason for you to continue on with your schooling once the children come anyway, you’ll be far too busy taking care of them to care about your books. Really it’s for the better.”

“You both think that?” Peter whirled around to stare at his Alpha in shock. “Harry, do you think I should give up school?”

“Maybe not-- maybe not right now?” Harry was floundering, caught between a father who wanted things his way, and an Omega who looked close to tears. “But eventually, yeah. It’s not like I’d give up my work to stay home with kids, and you’d have to leave school anyway once you’re pregnant, so--”  

“I DON’T WANT CHILDREN!” Peter shouted. “I want to finish my degree and go to work!”

“Not right now you don’t want children.” Norman soothed him and Peter really thought he might scream. “But once you’re off the suppressants for a few months and your biology kicks back in full force, you’ll feel differently. Omega’s always do. You’ll see. A few months and you’ll be begging Harry for a knot--”

“DAD!”

“I’m just saying!” Norman raised his voice when Harry did. “Don’t look so surprised Harry, it's not like you don’t know how kids are made. Nothing makes a man feel more like an Alpha than an Omega who desperately wants a baby, you’ll see.”

“Harry?” Peter did tear up then, scrambling to figure out how his morning had gone bad so quickly, thrown by the knowledge that his Alpha had apparently planned out their future without ever consulting him. “Is this-- you want me to go off my suppressants? You want me to quit school? I thought you supported me getting my degree.”

“I do, Pete.” Harry reached for Peter’s hand, but the Omega backed up a few steps and Norman snorted over the show of defiance. “I do support you going to school but your suppressants aren’t working right now anyway so--”

“--so instead of taking steps to fix it so I can keep doing what I want, you think I should stop altogether and do the housewife-Omega thing.” Peter finished. “You want me to settle for a life I don’t want because it’s the easiest thing to do?”

“Peter, you’re being unreasonable.” Norman commented, signing a few documents as if he couldn’t care less about the increasingly distraught Omega. “Harry, take the day off and talk to him. Hopefully by tonight he’ll be feeling better and--”

“Do not talk about me like I’m not here.” The Omega snarled, low and furious and Harry cocked his head and rumbled something soft, trying to calm him down. “You two sat down and decided all of this without even asking me? Mr. Osborn, you’ve known me my whole life but that doesn’t give you the right to dictate anything. And Harry--you haven’t even imprinted on me yet! Two years and your Alpha hasn’t imprinted on me as mate and you think I’m going to stop going to school for you? This is insane!”

“Pete, just take a few deep breaths and--”

“I’m out of here.” Peter grabbed his jacket and headed for the door. “Harry, when you start talking sense you can call me and I’ll come home.”

“Pete, wait--!”

The door slammed behind him, shaking the pictures on the wall and Harry slumped into a seat, dropping his face into his hands. “Dad, I told you not to bring that up around Pete. He hates being reminded that most Omega’s don’t go to school or work. He hates that sort of thing.”

“What did he think was going to happen?” Norman asked mildly, pushing a form over for Harry to sign as well. “Even if he went through with getting his degree, Omega’s aren’t hired for the kind of work he wants to do. No science institute worth its salt would hire an Omega, certain people just can’t do certain jobs and Omega’s aren’t meant to work in high stress environments.”

“He’s smart, Dad.” Harry said quietly. “He’s smart and he knows what he wants to do and he’d be good at it. We can’t just take that away from him.”

“I know he’s smart, I wouldn’t have given him the scholarship if I thought he was stupid.” Norman stated. “But there’s a time where everyone has to grow up. By the way, your Alpha hasn’t imprinted on him yet? It’s been two years, what's the hold up?”

“You can’t rush this sort of thing.” Harry muttered. “It just hasn’t happened. I know he’s right for me, but we can’t bond unless I imprint so--”

“--so you’ve wasted two years on an Omega who doesn’t want to give you a family.” Norman laughed as if it were the stupidest thing he’d ever heard. “Bra-vo son. Bra-vo.”

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It was past dinner time when Peter finally made it back to the loft, letting himself into the apartment and tossing his keys on the counter. “Harry?”

“Pete, you’re home.” Harry jumped to his feet and wrapped Peter in a hug, pushing his nose into the Omega’s neck and breathing in deep. “I was worried about you babe, you didn’t answer my calls or my texts and I tried like a dozen times. I’m so glad you’re home.”

“Harry.” Peter put several steps worth of distance between them, holding up his hand and shaking his head when the Alpha tried to get close again. “I need you to be very honest with me right now, because your dad said a lot of things this morning and I’ve been trying to figure it out all day--- just be honest with me.”

“Alright.” Harry looked nervous, chewing at his bottom lip and folding his arms he waited for Peter to speak again. “What-- what do you need to know?”

Peter had to work very hard to keep his voice very calm, clasping his hands together as he asked--. “Harry, I asked you six weeks ago to ask your dad about getting me in the trial for the new suppressants. Did you ever ask him? Or did you lie to me when you said he would try and help me out,”

Harry looked away and Peter’s heart did something awful in his chest. “I...I never asked him. I lied and told you he had been busy, but I never actually asked him.

“Okay.” Another deep breath, Peter trying not to let the stink of disappointment fill his scent. “Do you really think I should give up school and just stay home? You know how important school and a career is to me, would you really make me give it up if there were children?”

“Well I mean--” Harry spread his hands uncomfortably. “--that’s an Omega’s job, Pete. Most Alpha’s wouldn’t let you stay in school this long, you know? It just doesn’t seem right that you’re happier out there than you are here with me.”

“Christ.” Tears, spilling hot down Peter’s cheeks and dripping off his chin. “That’s really what you think? All those times I came home excited about what I was studying? About all those internship possibilities?” 

The color drained from his face, and Harry muttered a curse as Peter whispered, “Did you ever turn in my applications for internships or did you throw them away? Is that why I never got call backs even though I was qualified for all of them?”

Harry was silent, guilty, and Peter thought he might vomit. “The Stark internship, too? I was the only one in the university who qualified for that internship, but I never got a call back. Is that-- is that your fault?”

“I wanted you home with me.” Harry still sounded guilty, but his eyes lit with stubbornness. “You’re gone so much, that’s probably why I haven’t imprinted on you. Can’t imprint on an Omega who doesn’t want to be my mate.”

“You think I don’t want to be your mate?” Peter choked out. “That’s what you think? Harry we’ve been together for years! I wouldn’t have stayed if I didn’t love you.”

“I’m paying your bills.” Harry pointed out, and Peter flinched away, disgust and hurt ruining his scent and hanging bitter in the air. “I mean, I thought you stayed because you didn’t have anywhere else to go. Aunt May’s gone and you don’t have any money. If you weren’t going to settle down and start a family with me, why else were you sticking around/” 

“I always thought we’d be mates, Harry.” Peter shook his head, putting both hands up and backing away from the Alpha. “But I want to be more than just your mate. I want more out of life than to just belong to an Alpha. You knew that. You always knew that about me. I thought you understood.” 

“And after today--” it took all of Peter’s strength to walk past Harry and down the hall to their bedroom, to pull a suitcase from the close and start packing. “After today I don’t care if you imprint on me or not, Harry. Even if we were mates, you don’t have the right to make decisions like this about my life and the fact that you did makes me sick.” 

Harry stood in the doorway and watched Peter pack, stood there and watched as the Omega took his books off the shelves and his toiletries from the bathroom and when Peter was done, Harry moved out of the way so there was room for him to pass.

“Don’t leave, Pete.” He finally said as Peter was peeling his house key off the key chain and dropping it on the table. “Don’t leave. We’ll figure this out. We’ve figured everything else out, this will work out too. It’s just a fight. We’re fine.”

“This isn’t like ‘which side of the bed do you want’ or ‘where are we going to eat tonight’.” Peter said sadly. “This is you and your dad deciding that I have no reason to continue school, this is denying me a chance to get suppressants that will give me a real chance at a career. This is you as an Alpha deciding that what you want is more important than what I want.”

“I want you, babe.” Harry snatched at Peter’s hand, brushing a kiss over his knuckles and rumbling coaxingly. “I want you. Stay with me.”

“Not having working suppressants has been terrible for me Harry, and now I’m finding out that you could have helped me but decided not to?” Peter pulled his hand free, his knees nearly giving out when Harry’s scent went heavy with anger, a lack of suppressants making his Omega react to each and every vibe from the Alpha. “What kind of Alpha would let their Omega suffer through bad heats and mood swings and all the other shit I’ve gone through? What kind of Alpha does that make you?”

Harry opened his mouth to argue, and Peter cut him off with a shake of his head. “I’ll see you around, Harry.”

“You’ll lose your scholarship if you break up with me, Pete!” Harry called desperately as Peter walked away. “You can’t go to school without a scholarship!”

“And I can’t go without suppressants either.” Peter called back, forcing himself to keep walking, one foot in front of the other. “So either way I’m screwed, aren’t I?” .

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The Omega shelter on 34th street was a far cry from the loft Peter had shared with Harry, but it was clean and semi private and most importantly, it was within walking distance of several places that Peter could look for work.

Harry had paid for everything while Peter was in school, so the only money he had was the meager bit in his savings account from the occasional free lance photography job with the Daily Bugle. It was just enough money to pay up his phone bill a few months so it wouldn’t be turned off with a little left over to buy a beat up bicycle so he didn’t have to walk everywhere, and every morning Peter tossed a few snacks and a bottle of water into his backpack and set off to find a job.

The mornings were spent knocking on every door he passed to ask for an application, the afternoon spent in the park or at a coffee shop filling out stacks of paperwork. By three o clock Peter was back on his bike and dropping off the filled out applications before heading back home to the shelter.

Once a week Peter sat at the local library and filled out online applications for the bigger companies, internship opportunities, grants or scholarships available to struggling students, but despite his determination and his best efforts, Peter’s phone never rang with a job interview, and it certainly never rang with a call from Harry.

Not that he wanted to hear from Harry, of course. Never mind that Peter had cried his broken heart out into a pillow for a week straight, and that every night since leaving he’d dreamed about his Alpha. And never mind that with a heat due any minute now, Peter was nearly desperate for someone--anyone-- to be there with him and had to physically stop himself from texting or calling Harry and asking him to please help.

Miserable without even low grade suppressants to take the edge of, Peter would have given the last hundred dollars in his savings account to any Alpha that was willing to soothe the pre heat anxiety, to hold him so he could feel the steady heartbeat beneath his ear, someone warm to ease the chills that wouldn’t go away.

It was extra bad today, the heat daze making Peter’s vision blur and his steps unsteady. The cramps were bad enough that he wanted to vomit, and when they receded, the hunger pangs were strong enough to make his knees weak. He was exhausted after weeks of hit and miss sleep, his Omega biology crying out for an Alpha so badly that Peter was half delirious with it all.

And he knew that he should just go back to the shelter and lock himself in a heat-safe room, but Peter had to find a job, had to prove to Harry and Norman that he wasn’t only good for making a family, had to prove to himself that he could be more than—

“Ahh!” Peter shouted when a violent cramp had him doubling over, lights flashing behind his eyelids as he wavered on the verge of passing out. Another cramp came before the first had even abated and the applications fell from Peter’s hands as he pitched towards the ground, barely catching himself on all fours and crawling towards an alley so he could at least curl into the fetal position and try not to cry. “Fuck fuck fuck—“

“Is someone out here?” There was a crash as something dropped, an unfamiliar voice and the bland scent of a Beta coming closer had Peter trying to hide, rolling into a tighter ball and biting his lip hard enough to bleed.

“Hey, hey, what the hell are you doing man, you can’t sleep here, this isn’t a shelter.” Rough hands at his back tried to roll him over and Peter yanked away with a snarl, his Omega recoiling in fear from anyone that might hurt him.

“Oh hey now.” The Beta’s voice softened when he realized it wasn’t some junkie crashing in the alley, but an Omega who was clearly in pain. “Take it easy bud. What’s going on? What are you doing out here, are you hurt?”

“Heat.” Peter tried to inch closer when the touch turned gentle, desperate for any sort of comfort, even if it was from a Beta. “Too close to my heat. Can’t walk.”

“Oh shit.” The Beta snatched his hands away like he’d been burned. “I?! Shit I uh— I can’t help you with that, kiddo. What— what are you doing out here? This is probably the worst place for an Omega to be. I love my bar, but it’s a shithole man, you don’t want to be here. Why don’t you just uh— go on. Get the hell outta here. I don’t wanna be responsible for anything that happens out here, I need you to keep movin’.”

“But I can’t walk.” Peter was really crying now but couldn’t stop holding his stomach long enough to wipe the tears away. “C-Can’t walk, I need a place to sit down and I need a place to-- to--lay down and I need-- I need--”

“Shit.” The Beta said again and Peter shut his eyes tight, counting the seconds until the stranger seemed to come to a decision. “Alright kid look, I got a place you can stay, a room in the back. I wouldn’t use the word clean to describe it?  But there’s a sink and a mattress and some water and the— the door locks and you’ll be safe. You just— you can’t stay out here. Can’t have you gettin’ hurt out here, yeah?”

Peter nodded just once, groaning low through another cramp.

“Kay well I gotta pick you up.” The Beta patted at Peter's hip carefully. “So just um— don’t bite me or whatever. Scratch me with those Omega claws. Come here. Upsie-daisie.”

It was always unsettling to be picked up, and Peter gasped when he was suddenly much farther off the ground than he’d expected to be, the Beta cradling him close as he headed towards a back door to what was apparently a bar.

“So my name’s Weasel.” He said conversationally, kicking the door shut behind them and walking as quickly as he could down a long hallway. “And uh, this is my bar. Sister Margaret’s, but don’t let the name fool you, this is not a convent and the only nuns that drink here are not the sort to teach you Bible verses. Just in general? Avoid anyone dressed like a nun here.”

A jiggle of a doorknob, then a cool blast of stale air and Peter was dumped rather unceremoniously onto a thin mattress balancing on a rickety bed frame.

“Sorry about that.” Weasel pushed thick glasses up his nose and folded his arms uncomfortably. “Felt a little weird to lay you out on a bed so I’m not gonna do that. So anyway uh—I don’t know what sorta thing you need for this? Not an Omega, never dated one, and to tell you the truth heats sort of scare me. I have literally no idea what happens with you people and I don’t really want to know. So um--”

“Thanks Weasel.” Recovered enough from a cramp to talk, Peter whispered the words, and the Beta blinked in surprise. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise. Wait tables or something after.”

“Uh yep. Sure that’s—“ Weasel glanced around the room, then nudged a case of water closer to the mattress. “Yeah that’s fine. I’m gonna go because this is weird. The door locks from the inside so lock it good. I’ll barricade the outside too and there’s a button here on the wall that buzzes the bar, don’t ask why, you don’t want to know the sordid little history of this place. But you push it if you need something, okay? I’ll try to help you out in a-- in a way that doesn’t involve me being in here too much, yeah?”

“Thank you.” Peter said again, feeling around for a water bottle and downing most of it in one go, a half contented purr curling the edges of the words as he finally started to relax, to feel safe. “Seriously. You’re saving me.”

“Um--” not sure what to do with a purring Omega, Weasel shrugged and offered a half hearted-- “Grrrrr…?” before shrugging and heading out the door, turning the lock as he went.

Peter lay back against the pillows and told himself to take deep breaths, willing his body to settle. This wasn’t the most ideal situation, but he was warm and he was safe and the mattress and blankets smelled faintly of Alpha, so he closed his eyes and let the exhaustion send him to sleep.

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Wade just shrugged. “It's been three days since I tapped that ass, Pete. Might as well have been a year. I'm gonna put this stuff away and go check on a few things, then I expect you naked and waiting.” Wade gave him a deep kiss and headed up the stairs to drop their bags off and Peter took the opportunity to look around a little more.

He was glad they'd finally made it here, after spending several days taking turns driving just to get as far away as possible. After their long night at the hotel, Wade had basically thrown Peter in the truck and taken off. They hadn't even stopped long enough to spend the night together, not even really talking, both buried in their own thoughts.

Wade hadn't stopped touching him though, resting a big hand on his thigh, or lacing their fingers together as he drove. Even when it was Peter's turn to drive and Wade slept in the passenger seat, he had one hand reached out to Peter at all times.

But this morning, as Wade had excitedly told him they were only a few hours away, Peter had felt the first symptoms of his heat, his stomach cramping and body temperature rising. He had doubled up on his suppressant and scent blocker dose, trying to delay it, but even now as he stood in the house he could feel another bout of cramps coming on. The scent blockers still seemed to be working because Wade hadn't said anything, but they were going to quit any minute now, he just knew it. With an available Alpha so close, his biology was going to work overtime to make sure Wade couldn't resist him.

Really it was kind of surprising Wade hadn't picked up on it yet, but the Alpha was completely distracted trying to get them somewhere safe.

Fuck. Peter bent over double when a heat cramp hit him worse, reaching for his shirt to pull it off as his temperature skyrocketed.

He wasn't ready. This was a new place, and he wasn't comfortable yet. They didn't have any supplies or anything. He supposed he could work through the first wave of it himself while Wade got them food but-- oh. This next one was worse, coming so quickly behind the first and he collapsed onto the floor, banging his fist on the hardwood in agony.

“Hey Peter Pumpkin do we need any--- Pete, are you okay?” Wade came thumping down the stairs, but ran to Peter's side when he saw him shaking. “Baby boy what--” he took a deep breath in and a groan punched from his chest. “Oh fuck Petey.” The scent blockers had bled out to nothing and Wade was suddenly swimming in a wave of sharply scented omega heat.

“Need you, Alpha.” Peter gasped. “Hurts. Can't believe how bad it hurts. Worse this time.”

“I--I--yeah. Okay. Let me get you up stairs. Come on, okay? Gonna take good care of you honey. It's probably worse because we want to bond, huh? Came on stronger? It's alright, I'll take care of you.” Wade stooped and picked him up easily, cradling Peter close to his chest. “I'm gonna take you up to the bedroom, let you nest or whatever you need to do, I'm gonna get some supplies and then--”

“Alpha.” Peter's head lolled back and Wade almost dropped to his knees when a fresh burst of omega heat scent hit the air. “Need you now. Can't wait. Please don't leave me.” Slick started flowing from him, soaking through his jeans almost immediately and the scent nearly pushed the Alpha to feral.

“Pe-Peter I, um--” Wade set him down gently, leaning him against the living room wall and backed up a few steps, covering his face with his hands. “Okay I just need a second to breathe, okay? Okay. Okay.” He swallowed hard and stepped back to the heat dazed omega. “Okay baby, can you look at me? Need you to look at me and talk to me because I'm about two seconds from mounting you right here in the hallway, okay? Damn it Peter look at me before I lose my shit.”

Dazed brown eyes, dilated to nearly black, met his own, and Wade blew out a deep breath.

“This is a big deal, baby. Heats a big deal. Sharing one is.. wow I can't believe how much I want this but honey, you need to tell me you want me, okay? Need some serious, complete consent before we can do anything, alright? Honey? No going back after this. So look at me and tell me what you want.”

“Just you, Wade.” Peter moaned, trying to arch closer so Wade would touch him. “Always you, Wade. So sure about it. About us. Been waiting so long. Need you Alpha.”

Wade couldn't help grinning because damn the kid made him happy, and he dropped his head to Peter's neck, licking over the almost gone bite mark from their first time together, taking in a deep breath of pure heated omega.

“Wade.” Peter said again, and Wade nodded against him, nuzzling and mouthing over as much smooth skin as he could.

“What is it, sweetheart, what is it? Tell new what you need and I'll give it to you. I promise.”

“Take care of me.” The omega whined. “Or I'm just going to web you to the bed for a week and do it myself!” His voice rose a little and Wade grinned.

“I wouldn't say no to that.” Wade teased, nipping at his ear. “Bratty little thing. But this time I'll take care of you honey, always gonna take care of you. Don't worry.”

“Yesssss.” Peter hissed a little when Wade leaned into him, looping his arms around his Alpha's neck to keep him close.

“I love you, Pete.” Wade whispered, and Peter melted against him, purring low in his throat.

“Love you Wade. My Alpha.” he whispered right back, so much happiness, love, need you, mine mine mine threading between them that Wade couldn't stop himself from stepping closer, kissing his omega for a long time, until Peter was whining for more and pushing at him, so Wade shifted his stance, crowding him into the wall, fitting a thick leg between Peter's thighs.

“Oh fuck.” Peter's eyes fluttered closed when Wade rocked into him, already so hard Peter could feel him through his jeans, and he rolled his hips in a lazy motion, right up Wade's leg, hissing because the friction was so good. A fresh burst of slick had the omega wiggling and shifting as his pants became uncomfortable and he bit at Wade's neck. “More, Wade. More.” And Wade nodded quickly, eyes shading red as the sharp scent of omega heat filled the room.

“Yeah, baby. I know, I know, I got you. Want you, omega, want you so bad. Waited so long to have you like this.” Wade slotted their mouths together, his tongue pushing against Peter’s lips impatiently. “Open your mouth right fucking now, Pete. Let me in.”

“God, Wade.” Peter gasped, and Wade surged inside to taste and lick through his mouth, their tongues twisting and curling together. With a quick jerk, Wade lifted Peter right off the floor and held him pinned against the wall.

“Mine.” Wade panted, “say it. You're mine.” and Peter whimpered frantically, wrapping his legs around Wade's waist, trying to wiggle closer.

“Yours. Yours. Want you Alpha, want you now. Oh god please.” Peter wrapped his arms around Wade's neck to bring him back down to kiss him again. “More, Wade. More. I'm ready, so fucking ready.”  He felt nearly out of control, the first wave of heat all the way upon him, and he was mewling, whining, trying to get his hands on as much of Wade as he could.

A continuous rumble was coming from Wade’s chest now, and he slid his arms around Peter's back to lift him closer, to bring their hips together, groaning because it was so good. “Wanna mark you, Peter. Tired of waiting. Can't wait to bite you, taste you, claim you. Not this time, gotta get one out of the way honey, but soon. Want it to be good and sweet and slow when I bite you, want you to know how much I love you. Gonna make you mine baby, nobody gonna take you away from me now.”

“Oh fuck.” Peter cried and nearly slammed his head on the wall when a tremor racked his body. “Please touch me, Wade. I'm gonna--shit--just touch me.”

Wade licked a long line up Peter's neck and nibbled at his ear. “Feel how hard you make me, baby boy? That's all for you. Every fucking inch. Can't wait to be inside you. Want me to take you here? Against the wall? Wade ground down into him and Peter's eyes rolled back  with a low moan, his fingers digging into Wade's broad shoulders.

“Wade.” It was little more than a whisper, and the Alpha took his mouth in a bruising kiss, biting and licking at his lips.

“Down.” He muttered, dropping Pete back to his feet, then kneeling and with a quick burst of Alpha strength ripped Peter's pants right off of him.

“Yes.” Peter cried and Wade slammed him back against the wall, opening his pants with one hand and pushing them down his legs.

“Ready baby? Wet for me?” A quick slide of his fingers between Peter's legs left him coated in slick and he groaned out loud. “Yeah, Pete you're ready. Deep breath baby take a deep breath in and---”

Peter screamed when Wade thrust into him, even at the beginning of heat, when he was loose and open and wet  the alpha was so big it still hurt.

“Got you honey, come on come on come on.”

Wade was swearing, his voice guttural and harsh, telling Peter how beautiful he was, how good this was, how he couldn't wait to taste and touch and claim as he thrust into him over and over, spurred on by Peter wailing, scratching at his back, begging for more.

“Gonna knot you, baby boy. Gonna feel so good. You'll see we're fucking made for each other. Tell me you want me honey, sweet thing, baby, come on, let me hear it.”

“Want you! Hurry up need you need more give me your knot, I'm so empty, Wade so empty without you.” Peter was babbling, rambling, unable to stop talking, too deep in a heat wave to even care what he was saying. He just knew he needed something and that his Alpha could give it to him. “Wade Wade Wade.” He was chanting, nearly incoherent as he dug his fingers into Wade's shoulders, and Wade held him tight, one hand pinning him to the wall, the other running through his hair and down his chest in comforting strokes as he moved inside him.

“Come for me, baby boy.” Wade grunted, “come for me now, come on. Come on.”

And Peter was too wound up, too far gone to need much more than just that, just a command from his Alpha and he started shaking as heat swept up his spine and his vision started blanking out. “Alpha.” He nearly sobbed and Wade urged him on, got his rough fingers around the cock that was so hard and it took just a few strokes before Peter's legs were tightening and he was biting his lip bloody trying not to scream as his orgasm crashed over him.

Wade spread his legs a little more and yanked Peter down hard against him, his knot forcing it's way past the stretched muscles to lock into place inside the omega and then he was coming too, shouting for his omega as he pulsed and throbbed inside him, entire body shaking as he held them both up.

“Pete. Pete. Baby boy love you so much.” Wade told him over and over, holding him tight, trying to touch every inch of him, still rocking against him a little because his knot was still pulsing, and he was very nearly dazed from it all and could hardly stand but it didn't matter because his omega was still trembling and panting and whining a little as he came down, and Wade soothed him with soft kisses and comforting strokes of his big hands. “You good? You alright? That was beautiful. Jesus, look at you. You're gorgeous. You okay, honey? You okay?”

“I'm okay.” Peter finally gasped, and threw his arms around Wade's neck, burying his face in his chest. “Wade. Alpha. I can't--”

“I know.” Wade kissed him long and slow. “Me too, baby boy.”

*******************

Peter tried to move and they both yelled as the movement pulled on Wade's still inflated knot.

“Dammit hold still.” Wade said with a hoarse laugh. “I need like half an hour sugar. Come on, let's get turned around and I can sit against the wall and you can just sit on me.”

Coming down from his high, the heat daze breaking, Peter managed a chuckle as they made their way awkwardly to the floor.

“So you never hear about this when you read about heat sex.”

“What's that? The whole awkward ‘locked together so I can get you pregnant thing?’”

“Exactly that.” Peter moaned as Wade finally settled down. “And this is definitely a bad time to ask… but how do you feel about kids, because I'm not on anything.”

“I feel like a dozen is a good number. Nice big flock of children.”

“A dozen? A-a flock of children?” Peter squeaked and Wade cracked up laughing.

“Peter-pie look at you panicking. Adorable.” Wade kissed him again, just because he could, just because it made Peter so happy. “We um, don't actually have to worry about that, babe. Um, we never talked about it before...but that's not really an...option.”

“Because of your--” Peter started to ask, and Wade nodded.

“Exactly. But we can adopt one, or two, or a dozen.…or two. I don't care. If you have your heart set on kids then I want them too, honey, as soon as we get all this taken care of. How big of a family do you want? Should we adopt sets of twins? We could be like the Von Trapp--”

“God stop with that.” Peter interrupted with a laugh. “Let's get a dog. Like a big droopy bull dog that we can name… Maximus or something. Or a tiny little fluffy thing named Chaos or Zeus. I'll let you pick him out.” and Wade thanked whatever god was apparently looking out for him for giving him such an amazing omega.

“So while we are waiting--” Wade lifted his hips and Peter nearly howled as his entire body lit up with zings of pleasure.

“Fuck.” He bit out. “Fuck I could come again from just that Alpha. You feel so good.” the omega gave a little growl and wiggled closer.

“Yeah?” Wade raised an eyebrow. “I was gonna ask you a few things about your powers but this is a much better idea.” He held Peter's hips tight and rocked the Omega on top of him and Peter cursed again. “Come for me again, baby.” Wade whispered, and started working on making Peter do exactly that.

*********** Epilogue ***********

Wade admired his bonding mark in the mirror, as he brushed his teeth, glancing over at the coordinating one on Peter's neck.

It had been a good week.

“Proud of yourself?” Peter raised an eyebrow.

“I survived a week of heat with a super powered omega.” Wade retorted. “Any average man would have thrown in the towel on day three or four but I'm no quitter.”

“You didn't have a choice by day four.” Peter countered and Wade licked his lips, remembering Peter making good on his threat to web him to the bed and take what he wanted. That had been a fun round.

“So we still need to figure out who the nameless mercenary was.” Peter said, dropping his towel and sliding a pair of jeans up over his slim hips.

In between waves of heat they had talked about everything. No more secrets between them. Wade knew all about Uncle Ben and Gwen and being Spider-Man, and Peter had learned far more than he ever wanted to about Wade's time as Deadpool.

“Yeah. And figure out who’s sending everybody after us. We will have to head back east though, I have a few contacts in New York to look up. Think your Aunt May would care if we dropped in for dinner?”

“I'm sure she will be thrilled.” Peter said with a smile. He really missed his aunt. “Hey, did you have a suit, when you worked?” Peter asked suddenly. “A disguise like I wore?”

“Yeah.” Wade pulled a t shirt over his head. “Red and black. Made my muscles look big. My dick look bigger.” And Peter rolled his eyes. “Don't roll your eyes at me, kid. I've seen your pictures. Swinging around the city in your super tight spandex. Like you need to show off your ass while you lead an army of spiders to do your bidding.”

“For the millionth time Wade, no army of super spiders.”

“But yes to the spandex?”

“Yes to the spandex.” Peter admitted and Wade clapped his hands happily.

“You know what this means, right?” He asked, wiggling his non existent eyebrows. “It means we need to suit up and head to New York and kick some ass.”

“Suit up?” Peter said skeptically.

“Sure thing, baby boy. Want to see you swinging from some sky scrapers in something stretchy and maybe see through if I get it wet. We can get busy on top of the Empire State Building! Eat tacos on rooftops. Have all sorts of super-powered shenanigans. I'm sure that goody two shoes Steve Rogers and his bratty squad of Avengers wouldn't mind us sharing their space. New York is big enough for all of us.”

“I don't know if I'm ready to go back to New York. I tried to leave that all behind and going back…that might be a bad idea.” Peter said hesitantly and Wade just grinned.

“What do you mean a bad idea? I only have good ideas. Besides,” he tilted Peter's chin up gently. “You and I can handle anything, baby, team us for the win. We are ready for New York. New York just isn't ready for us.” He lay a long kiss on Peter's lips and was dashing downstairs with a whoop. “It's gonna be fun Pete!!” Wade hollered and Peter sighed.

New York was probably a terrible idea. But Wade was right. It was definitely gonna be fun.

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“I think I'm fine.” Peter shifted as well as he could with his arms tied to his sides and wrists handcuffed behind him. “Just sore, I think. Who came after us? Have you seen anyone yet?”

“I don't know who's behind this.” Wade shook his head.” Last thing I remember is watching them drag you away, I must have blacked out before they got to me. And we've been sitting here for a while. Camera in the corner, they must be waiting for you to wake up or something, I don't know.”

“Are you okay?” Wade was covered in blood, but Peter couldn't see any open wounds. “Is all that blood yours?” He was worried, even knowing the Alpha could heal from probably anything.

“Everything that broke is already fixed.” Wade replied and flexed his big arms, testing his ropes. “Pretty sure I punctured a lung, but breathing got a lot easier about half an hour ago so I think I'm fine again. We need to get the hell out of here, though. Right away.”

“Oh, that's not happening.” A door behind Peter swung open and someone new joined them. Wade's head jerked up, his eyes coloring red as they narrowed in anger.

“And who the fuck are you?”

“Oh that doesn't matter.” The man came to a stop right behind Peter, and Wade watched his omega tense uncomfortably. “You don't really care what my name is and this little snack--” he placed a long thin hand on Peter's shoulder. “--won't be alive long enough to remember, so why bother with introductions? In fact, you can just call me sir.” He bent down to Peter's ear, lips brushing against skin as he spoke. “Let's hear you say ‘yes sir’ omega.”

“Don't touch him.” Wade growled and Peter closed his eyes, trying to will his Alpha to stay calm until they knew what was going on.

“You know, Wilson.” The man stood back up, leaving his hand on Peter's shoulder. “I have to say I was more than a little surprised to hear that you had shown back up on the radar. In fact, I thought after that last botched job that the professor and his silly group of mutants had tracked you down and converted you. But I never expected to find out you were just playing house with a little thing like this. That was ingenious… I mean, really, kudos on keeping such a low profile. How did you hide your fucked up face from the rest of the world though? And for that matter,” the man leaned close again and flicked his tongue against Peter's ear. “What's a pretty little omega like you doing with him?”

Peter refused to even flinch, even as he got a noseful of fake Alpha and wanted to be sick. The man smelled almost rancid, a sure indicator of extensive drug use, but also a sign of an artificial alpha-- one that was the result of experiments and injections to rewrite his biology. Who is this guy?

Half a dozen armed guards came through the same door, walking around to stand behind Wade, guns ready.

“Now then.” The man left Peter's side and headed towards Wade, and Peter finally got a good look at him.

He didn't look like… anything. Not anything special anyway. Just an average guy in an average suit backed up by a whole lot of muscle with guns. A natural beta, judging by his build, but just reeking of artificial alpha hormones, and his eyes seemed like they were maybe permanently tinted red as a result of the hormones coursing through him.

“Now, I don't have anything personal against you Wade. Not really. I mean you're an asshole, but most of us are.” He said conversationally. “But someone out there wants you gone and is offering a bunch of money and isn't that just the nature of our work?”

“You're a merc?” Wade looked him over with a sneer. “Don't look like anything special to me. I can smell the fake Alpha in you, didn't know they let lab rats carry guns these days.”

The man seemed to flinch a little, then drew himself up even taller.   “Yes, well, not all of us are born the correct sub gender are we? And I might not look like anything in particular, but at least I blend in with the crowd. I have to admire your bravery though, it can't be easy to have such a distinctive look, can it? I think you've cornered the market on looking special. But whether my Alpha is chemically engineered or not--” he leaned closer to Wade-- “it's not gonna stop me from tearing your little bitch apart as soon as I'm done with you.”

Peter growled a little and the man turned back to him with an amused expression. “Did the omega have something to say? What a darling little growl that was.”

The mercenary smirked in amusement. “Honestly, omega, what are you doing with Wilson? Little minx, aren't you? Too bad I only get paid if I bring your body in for proof that I killed you.” He tapped his chin thoughtfully for a minute before smiling terribly. “It's a good thing it might take me a week to kill you, then isn't it? I'd hate for all that moxy of yours to go to waste.”

He held out his hand, and one of the guards handed him a long knife.

“Now Wade, word has it that you can't die. I mean, I have heard just astonishing stories of you coming back from fires and bullet wounds and all sorts of things. Is that true?”

“So far.” Wade replied, watching him uneasily. “Haven't found anything yet that could put me down.”

“And you've tried, haven't you?” The mercenary sent a triumphant glance over his shoulder at Peter. “Did you know he makes a habit of taking his life? I heard once he jumped off a building in front of a crowd of people just to see if it would kill him. Do you still hear voices, Wilson? Or did you put enough bullets through your skull you managed to get rid of them?”

Wade didn't answer, just clenched his jaw and looked away. Peter was staring at him with something like shock on his face, but then he straightened up a little and sent only empathy compassion love towards his Alpha, knowing their captor wouldn't pick up on. Betas couldn't read the pheromones and vibes that Alphas and Omegas could, and he knew when Wade's shoulders relaxed that the Alpha had felt him. Because it didn't matter anymore--what Wade used to do. Not anymore.

“But you still bleed don't you?” The mercenary pressed, when Wade stayed silent. “Still feel quite a bit of pain? For example if I were to stab you here--”

Wade's eyes widened and he shouted for Peter to look away just as the man drove the blade deep into his thigh.

Peter wasn't sure who screamed louder, him or Wade, but he couldn't look away, not when his Alpha was being hurt.

“Did that hurt?” The mercenary actually smiled down at him. “I wasn't told I had to bring back your body at all. So this could get fun. I bet I'd have to cut you into pieces before you stopped healing, huh?”

“Remember, Pete.” Wade called. “He can't kill me baby boy. He can hurt me but I'll heal. I'm fine. Just don't watch. Look away baby. Close your eyes, it's going to be fine.”

“Wade.” Peter choked out, and wanted to scream again when the mercenary pulled another blade and stabbed his Alpha in the chest, twisting the knife into his heart until blood was pouring from the wound.

“You know, I can smell how close to heat your omega is.” He said mildly, as if he wasn't standing in a puddle of Wade's blood. “I figure he's a week out at the most and I know stress makes that sort of thing happen faster. I wonder if I could get him worked up enough to drop into a heat right here in front of you? Wouldn't that be fun? And of course, as an Alpha I'd have to help the poor defenseless omega out, wouldn't I? Really it's the right thing to do. Omegas are so vulnerable when they are ass up begging for a knot.”

Wade roared and strained at his ropes and the mercenary threw back his head and laughed. “Would you like to watch? You're a kinky little prick, aren't you? That seems like it would be right up your alley.”

“Enough!” Peter yelled, and the guy laughed again.

“Don't you know omegas are to be seen and not heard? Has Wade just let you run around disrespecting Alphas all day? That's a real shame. Quiet omegas are so much better.” He said, and smiled at Peter through clenched teeth. “So why don't you sit there quietly and maybe I'll teach you something new?”

He reached out and ripped the knife from Wade's leg, putting it up to the Alpha’s neck instead. “Have you ever watched someone bleed out, omega? It can take a really long time if you learn exactly where to cut. Of course, this ugly bastard has that ridiculous healing factor, so it might take him days, if it ever works at all. Should we try?”

He forced Wade's head back, pressing the sharp edge to his throat.

“I'll be fine, baby.” Wade repeated firmly, but when he swallowed, the blade caught on his Adam's apple, and a thin ribbon of red appeared. “Look away, Pete.”

“I said enough.”

The mercenary turned in annoyance, ready to order the omega taken from the room but stopped short.

Peter rolled his neck, shifted his weight, and tore the ropes and chair apart when he stood to his feet in one smooth motion. A quick jerk of his wrists and the handcuffs went flying.

“What the shit?” Wade's eyes bugged out and he forgot all about the blade at his throat when his jaw dropped. “Peter what the fuck--”

Peter was already moving, webs shooting from his wrists as he ripped guns away from the guards, running and leaping into the air, wrapping his legs around the biggest guys neck and taking him to the ground. The man struggled for all of fifteen seconds until Peter tightened his legs and jerked hard and the man neck broke with a sickening pop.  

A hard kick had another guard denting the wall behind him, his head splitting open, and when a third pulled a knife, Peter actually laughed at him, swiping it out of his hand before plastering the guard to a wall with a pile of webbing over his face and let him hang there, kicking and thrashing and clawing at his face as he slowly suffocated.

Two rushed him at the same time, and with an impossibly fast tuck and roll, Peter ducked under one's legs and used him as a battering ram to slam into the fifth guy. They ended up motionless in a heap on the floor.

“Pete!” Wade yelled when the last guard pulled a pistol and Peter froze, halfway into a crouch, then he just smiled, slowly, eerily, and beckoned towards the guard.

“Come on. Shoot me. Do it. .”

The guard fired, and Peter jerked to the left and raised his eyebrow.

“What the hell? You missed. Try again. I dare you.”

Another shot, and this time Peter bent over backwards, his head nearly grazing the ground as the bullet passed over him. He straightened with a smirk.

“You are the worst at this. Considering your life is on the line maybe you aim a little better huh?”

The henchmen's hand was shaking now and Peter tsked. “You'll never hit me with a shaky hand. My hands though--” he was careening towards the guard, taking him out at the knees and knocking him out cold when his head bounced off the concrete floor. “Always steady. See that?” He waved his hands in front of the unconscious man's face. “Steady as a rock.”

“I'm gonna take his head off, omega.”

Peter's head jerked around when the mercenary spoke, taking in Wade still tied up, the blade drawing blood as it was scraped over his skin.

“You know, Weasel said you were dangerous, but I thought he was exaggerating. Apparently he wasn't.” The man's eyes narrowed hatefully. “What the hell are you? Are you one of Xavier's freaks?”

“I don't know an Xavier.” Peter said, with a smile, and kicked at the guard at his feet, sending him sliding towards the wall. “But I know I'm stronger than you. Faster than you. Better than you.” He stopped smiling and his voice dropped. “So back. The fuck. Away.”

“Or what?” The merc sneered. “If you were serious about killing me you would have broken those ropes right when I walked in. But you didn't. Not even when I hurt this piece of shit. You just sat there. And you know what tells me? Even with all that freaky shit you have going on, you aren't going to kill me. Willing to kill some nameless guards but not the head honcho. All you want is your ugly ass Alpha and to leave peacefully, right? You're one of those mutants that only uses your powers for good? A freak omega for a fucked up Alpha?

“What did you say?” Peter twitched a little and the man just scoffed. “What was that about my Alpha?”

“I said you just want to take this gross looking mother fucker and just--mmmph!!”

Peter shot a web at his mouth to shut him up, then wrapped another around his waist and pulled hard, slamming the man into the ground and dragging him to lay at Peter's feet.

“I don't like when people talk badly about my Alpha.” He said softly so softly that Wade had to strain to hear him. “And I really don't like when people assume that just because I'm an omega I'm helpless or frightened or weak or anyone's bitch.”

The man struggled desperately, and Peter placed his hand on his collarbone and squeezed a little. “Do you know how much pressure it take to snap someone collarbone? Just seven little pounds of pressure. Practically nothing.”

His hand closed into a fist and the mercenary started screaming through the webbing-gag as his collarbone splintered between Peter's fingers. “See how easy that was? Hey hey hey your screaming is really distracting, just be quiet, I'm trying to teach you something.”

He wrapped his slim fingers around the man's throat and rubbed his Adam's apple with his thumb. “They say only about eight pounds to snap a neck. But then I heard that you can crush someone's throat with the same amount of pressure you can use to crush a soda can. Have you heard that?” He was talking softly, almost absentmindedly, staring into the mercenary's eyes. “I crushed a car one time. Punched through the roof to get to someone and the whole thing just folded like an accordion. I could do that to you. But I think I'd rather feel your bones break one by one.”

“Peter no!” Wade shouted. “Don't! Don't kill him. Back off Pete! You cant do this!”

“Try and stop me.” Peter hadn't taken his eyes off the shaking man on the ground. “He tried to kill us, Wade. He blew up our home. Kidnapped us. Hurt you. I'm going to tear him to pieces, then I'm going to find that fucker Weasel and snap his neck. I am tired of people taking what's mine and ruining my life.”

“Peter. We can talk later about all of...this. But you won't be able to keep going if you kill him, baby boy, you won't. You've seen what killing does to me, imagine what it will do to you. Peter, please. Please.” Wade was begging with him, tearing at his ropes trying to get free to drag Peter away. “Come on baby you don't want this.”

“Oh no, I definitely want it. He was going to keep me as a plaything for a week. Did you hear him say that, Wade? Because I definitely did.” Peter bared his teeth in a snarl. “I'm going to kill him with my bare hands for that little comment. I could tear him apart without even breaking a sweat.” He crouched low next to the mercenary who was shaking his head frantically

“You know what the worst thing is about guys like you? You're all jacked on fake hormones and steroids and think it makes you big and bad but the moment the tables turn you're pissing your pants in fear.” Peter stared down at him. “I've spent years putting guys like you behind bars and I think maybe, just maybe, it's time to try something a little different. I think maybe I'll start with you. I think it might take me a week. How's that sound?”

“Look at me, Pete. Omega! Look at me now.” Wade growled the command, pushing as much Alpha as he could into it. He couldn't hear everything Peter was saying but he knew if he couldn't stop things that Peter would kill the guy, and even though it could be justified, it would destroy Peter when he came down and realized what he'd done.

So Wade dropped his voice and projected as much submit, omega, obey into the air as he could and repeated. “Look at me now, Omega.” and it worked. The omega shuddered a little and looked up at him, fingers twitching, eyes a little wild, chest heaving as he tried to regulate his breathing.

“You'll never come back from this moment, Peter.” Wade said firmly. “Not ever. Do not be this person. You're better than this.”

“Wade you killed all those men who came after us. How is this any different?”

“It fucked me up for weeks!” Wade argued. “It nearly cost me you. I'm not gonna let you do it. Get your ass over here, omega. Back the fuck off of him. Those guards… okay you know they had guns and were a danger to you, to us. This guy isn't. All he had was a knife and he doesn't have it any more. Peter this isn't self defense, this is murder and you have to back off now. Come to me right now.”

Peter visibly struggled for a moment, conflicting emotions flashing across his face, but finally he took a step away, and then another, until he was standing in front of his Alpha, nearly vibrating with anger.

“I know.” Wade soothed him. “I know okay? But it's better like this. Better for us. Just um, use some of those shocking muscles and get me out of these, okay? And then we're gonna leave.”

Peter just nodded, and placed a hand on each arm of the chair and gave a quick jerk. The chair, the rope, and both sets of handcuffs split right down the middle and Wade stood to his feet with an impressed grunt, brushing the bits of rope off himself.

“Let's just go, baby. Not worth it alright? Not worth what it will do to you. Let's just go.”

Peter still wasn't talking, waves of angry, frustrated, furious pouring from him so Wade put his hand on the small of his back and steered him towards the door.

“Wilson!” The mercenary on the floor shouted, finally having ripped the webs off his mouth. “This isn't over! You and your freaky omega are dead! You should have let him kill me because I am never gonna--”

Wade reached into his boot and whipped around, a small knife slicing through the air and embedding itself in the man's throat.

A shudder went through Peter's body when the man hit the floor with a thud, and Wade reached out for him, trying to hold him. But Peter slapped his hand away and walked out the door.

Wade couldn't do anything else but follow.

****************

Peter lay face down on the bed, staring blankly at the wall while Wade took a shower, and tried to figure out what he was going to say to the Alpha. Because they had to talk. No getting around it now.

It was bad enough that Wade got to see his powers shown off in that bad of a situation, but it was so much worse that Wade had had to talk Peter out of killing the mercenary.

Because Peter absolutely would have killed him. Ripped his disgusting body apart and left it for the dogs.

A wave of anger swept through his body and Peter shuddered a little. It was almost intoxicating, the rage. Almost freeing. And completely terrifying. Panic starting, anxiety attack inducing, left him shaking –terrifying.

“Hey.” Wade’s deep voice broke into his thoughts and Peter flinched away from him before he could stop himself. “Oh hell no.” Wade sounded pissed and before Peter could react, jumped on the bed and lay his big body right over top of Peter’s, caging him in with his arms. “Don’t you flinch away when I talk to you.” He rubbed his nose in Peter’s thick hair, humming affectionately, trying to make the omega relax. “What the hell was that? Don’t act like you’re scared of me. What are you doing?”

“What are you doing?” Peter asked through clenched teeth and felt Wade shrug against him.

“Well I wanted to come snuggle,” he teased, “but if you’re gonna lay like this with that cute butt on display maybe we can just skip snuggling and go straight to fu–”

“Wade.” Peter pressed his hands to the bed and pushed himself up and Wade flew right up and off the bed, landing on the floor with a comically surprised look on his face.

“Well damn Pete. Use your words next time. If you don’t want to snuggle that’s fine, you don’t have to throw me around!” He managed a wounded look, readjusted his towel around his waist and lay back down on the bed, this time on his back and motioned for Peter. “Come on.” He patted his chest and Peter frowned at him.

“That’s all you have to say? After everything? I killed six men today Wade, and you had to basically force me not to kill a seventh. All you can say is I should use my words? That you want to snuggle? That’s it?”

Something unreadable crossed Wade’s face and he scratched at the scars on his chest as he thought for a minute.

“Well, I’m sure I’ll have something funnier to say after I get a good night’s sleep, but right now, yeah I guess that’s it. Now come here and do that cute cat thing you do where you curl up here and scratch your fingers in me and purr. Come on.”

“You’re serious.” Peter kept watching him. “We really need to talk about some really serious things and you’re just—” he motioned helplessly , and Wade just snapped his fingers before patting his chest again.

“Here kitty kitty kitty.”

Peter blinked at him a few times, but slowly pulled his shirt off, then his pants, stripping down to just his boxers and climbed onto Wade’s lap, laying himself out over the Alphas stomach and chest, rubbing his nose over the quickly fading mark the mercenary’s blade had left.

“That’s better.” Wade grunted and felt around for a blanket, wrapping it over Peter’s shoulders, hands moving in slow circles over the omegas back, waiting for the anger, desperation, fear to fade away. “I just want to hold you Pete.”

“You should be more worried about this.” Pete said, still sounding upset. “I’m a completely different person than you thought I was. Fuck after today I’m a completely different person than I thought I was. I’ve never been so angry in my life Wade. I’ve never used my..my powers for anything like that. Not ever.” He burrowed closer into this Alpha and Wade stayed quiet, letting him talk.

“It felt like crushing like… like a piece of chalk, his collarbone. Like rubbing sand between my fingers. I think I felt it disintegrate. I’ve never felt that before. Breaking that guy’s neck with my legs… it was like instinct. Like I knew if I could get around his neck, and press just right… I’ve never done that before but it was so easy. So easy Wade.” He groaned a little. “I webbed a guys face to the wall and let him hang there and suffocate. I laughed when someone pulled a gun on me. I should have panicked but I just laughed.” he took a deep breath. “God dammit I’m gonna be sick.”

Peter climbed off him and ran for the bathroom, and Wade followed after a minute, kneeling beside him to rub his back as the omega bent over the toilet and lost his stomach over and over again.

“Come on back.” Wade just stretched back out on the bed and patted his chest again so Peter crawled up him and lay down in exhaustion. “There you go.”

When Peter finally started to loosen, to relax, when the anger flowing from him turned to sadness, Wade cleared his throat. “So listen, about this whole ‘rope from your hands’ thing.” Peter immediately tensed above him and Wade held him tighter so he wouldn’t move. “Or is it actually webs?”

“I invented like a… synthetic web thing when I discovered my powers.” Peter explained quietly. “I’m also something of a genius so… there’s that too.”

“Fair enough. Okay, so about the web thing… I never really thought I had a thing for bondage… but feel free to tie me up with that shit and have your way with me. Anytime. I mean honestly Pete, you’re like a dream Dom, we don’t even have to buy supplies to get nice and kinky.”

Peter’s shoulder started shaking as he laughed and he sat up to stare at him. “Really? You find out I have super strength and webs and a violent streak and you want to snuggle and talk about BDSM sex?”

“I just feel like since we’re in a relationship, openness and honesty is important and I was to be very honest and tell you I am completely open to being webbed up somewhere so you can do what you want.”

Peter nodded and laughed harder, until tears were rolling down his face, and then he was really just crying because his heart was breaking and he was so scared of everything right now so Wade tugged him back down and wrapped his arms around his omega.

“Yeah, baby, just cry it out. It’s fine. We’re gonna be fine. Shh shh honey, I’ve got you. I’m sorry I don’t have better things to say than ‘let’s play bondage’ and teasing you… but I’m not really awesome at the comforting thing, baby. So this is all I got. Everything’s gonna be fine. I’m right here.” He murmured soothing nonsense into Peter’s hair, pressing kisses anywhere he could reach.

“I was gonna kill him Wade.” Peter sobbed into his neck and Wade nodded. “I wanted to kill him. I was so close. Could have broken him without even trying. I wanted to, just like I wanted to break Weasels neck for talking to you so disrespectful the other day. This need to be violent is–”

“I know, honey. I know.” Wade hummed in agreement, and Peter trembled in his arms. “Been there and done that baby boy. I get it. I do.”

“Am I different to you now? Now that you know I'm…different? Is it weird?”

“Are you still mine?” Wade asked in return, and Peter sat up quickly, wiping his eyes.

“Of course. Of course I am.”

“Then why would anything be different? Just because you have super strength and shoot ropes from your hands? Have you met me? I killed people for a living, have hit squads banging down my doors, and got stabbed in the heart earlier today and only bled a little.” He pulled the omega down against him again.

“When I told you about my past, all you said was ‘you’re a mechanic now so what does it matter?’. Pete, you could have been a web slinging super villain with an army of giant spiders that took over Tokyo, but as long as you’re my cute little omega secretary now, that’s all I care about.”

“I’m not your secretary.” Peter mumbled against his skin. “You don’t have an office anymore.”

“Doesn’t matter Pete. As long as you’re mine at the end of the day. We can handle anything else. We’re fine. An ex mercenary and an ex spider—-thing. We can do this. As long as you’re mine, baby boy.”

“Always, Wade.” He sniffed a little. “You know, I think you’re better at this comforting thing than you think you are.”

“Thanks, sweet cheeks.”

****************** They were still lying there, an hour later, Wade snoring quietly beneath him, and Peter was letting his fingers roam over the bumps and ridges on Wade’s shoulders as he thought about how to tell Wade the rest– about being Spider-Man, about how Gwen died, about the walking up walls and Spidey-sense and exactly how strong he was.

Pressing a little closer to the Alpha he rubbed their chests together, humming softly because he loved how Wade felt against him, and he honestly hadn’t been sure that’d he’d ever get the chance to feel him again.

I wonder if I should tell him about Harry. Or Doc Conners. He didn’t notice when Wade woke up, when he tensed a little beneath him, or how the Alphas breathing picked up as he rubbed across him.

Peter slid a little higher so he could nuzzle into Wade’s neck. Maybe he will want to meet Aunt May. She wouldn’t even look twice at his scars. I miss her. She would know what to do about this.

He cuddled even closer, needing physical contact after such an emotional day, needing a physical reminder that Wade didn’t hate him, that Wade understood, needing something to remind him that life was still going to go on. Does this ever go away? Will I ever stop wanting Wade? Will it be worse after we are officially mated? I can’t wait to be yours, Alpha. Can’t wait to share a heat together.

Fully awake now, Wade swallowed hard as want and lust started flowing from his omega, and he shifted as his body started reacting to the pheromones.

Peter bit Wade absentmindedly, more of a nibble then anything, then flicked his tongue out over the same spot, and missed Wade murmuring his name softly, missed the Alpha rutting up against him gently, fingers tightening around his waist.

No Peter was completely lost in his thoughts, oblivious to the effect he was having on his Alpha.

He shouldn’t be self conscious about his scars. He has no idea how good looking he is. How much I want him. Peter bit down again, mostly because he liked getting his lips and teeth on Wade, partly because he was curious how hard he’d have to bite to initiate a bonding mark. He has no idea that I can’t wait to bond with him. Can’t wait to be his. He loves me, even this violent fucked up side of me, and I love him. All of him.

When Wade had bit him it had fucking hurt, but had felt amazing all at the same time, and Peter wondered if Wade would like it too.

So he shifted a little higher, nosing over the base of Wade’s neck before giving a soft growl and darting forward to snap his teeth together over the scent gland.

And Wade arched his back and howled as he came in a rush, pushing Peter’s hips down hard into his own, thrusting up against him, moving through the waves of pleasure until he was spent, and collapsed back into the bed with a harsh groan.

“What the hell, Wade?” Peter asked, jaw hanging open, and Wade tried to laugh but was still breathing too hard to quite manage it.

“Peter. Omega.” His voice dropped into a growl and he shook his head and cleared his throat. “You can’t just move on me like that, bite me like that, and think it’s not going to drive me crazy.”

“Sorry.” Peter blushed. “I was kind of lost in my head and wasn’t paying attention.” He lifted his hips a little and glanced down at the damp towel between them. “That easy though, huh? A few little bites and you’re done?”

“Pete.” Wade rolled them over in bed, discarding the towel and laying heavy between Peter’s legs. “I found out today that not only is my Omega just vicious when he’s pissed off, but also that he’s super fast, and super strong, and super flexible and is open to the idea of bondage. I think you could have breathed on me and I’d be done.” He snuggled close over Peter, pressing him into the mattress, covering him with his big body, and gave a relieved sigh. “So good to be close to you, baby boy, I was fucking terrified earlier. Let’s just forget about today. We can deal with it later.”

“No, Wade, we should probably talk about–” Peter stopped and closed his eyes as sadness, anger, disgust welled up in him. “I mean, what happened–” his breath started coming faster as the emotions crashed over him again. “I’m a mess right now, Wade. Dammit. Thought I was okay but I–”

“Everything else can fucking wait.” Wade said firmly. “I know there’s a lot going with you right now but we don’t have to talk about it now. I just want to–”

“But I feel dirty.” Peter blurted, and the Alpha tensed above him. “Like I’m covered in filth and I can’t get rid of it. And I don’t know if talking about it all will help but I have to do something because I feel– I feel dirty. Like grime and ick and blood on my hands. Like there is something black hanging over me and I can’t push it away. I can’t just laugh with you and snuggle and have everything be fine! Wade I–I–”

“Pete, don’t do this to yourself.” He raised himself enough to look down at his omega. “Don’t do this. It’s not right, you don’t have anything to feel guilty about, I promise, it’s just–”

“Help me feel clean again, Alpha.” Peter whispered, and tried to curl his body closer to Wade’s. “Can’t you just wipe it all away? The-the blood, and the anger, and…I’m suffocating. I’m drowning in this. Wade please please just help me. I thought it was okay for a minute and it’s not. Help me, Alpha. Save me.”

Wade was quiet for a minute, then he lifted himself off of Peter and disappeared back into the bathroom. Peter heard the shower turn on, and Wade reappeared, leaning down and scooping Peter into his arms.

“I’ll help you, honey.”

After a quick temperature check, Wade set Peter down in the shower, helping him out of his boxers, then joined him. He turned Peter into the water and reached for the soap, pouring a generous amount into his hands and working it into a lather.

“Come on now, baby, let me wash you.” Wade took his time, his rough hands massaging the lightly scented soap into every inch of Peter’s skin, spending extra time on his back and shoulders, on the knotted up muscles until they gave way, then working his way down to press and knead into Peter’s ass, listening for when the Omegas breath hitched a little. He moved on, kneeling behind Peter to massage down his calves, lifting his feet to wash them carefully, digging his thumbs into the arch, until Peter jerked away because he was ticklish.

“Turn around for me.” Wade instructed, his voice sounding so much deeper in the shower, and Peter trembled a little as he obeyed.

The Alpha started all over, reaching again for the soap, working it between Peter’s toes, up and over his ankles, long, firm strokes up lean thighs, up to the slim waist, then back down because Wade couldn’t resist wrapping a big hand around Peter’s length, pulling over him slowly, coaxing him to complete hardness.

Now Peter was trembling, and Wade moved up to his chest, standing back up to tilt Peter’s head up, washing over the only lightly bruised bite mark, wondering for a second if Peter had a healing factor as well, and that’s why the bite was already almost gone.

Then he reached for the shampoo, tipping Peter’s head back even farther to wash his hair, massaging the suds deep into his scalp, big fingers pressing and scratching hard, working through all that thick hair, wiping soap away from Peter’s eyes as he went.

“Feels good.” Peter mumbled and Wade nodded in agreement, pushing him back a step into the water to rinse the shampoo out, and reaching for some conditioner.

“This has to sit in your hair for a few minutes.” He said quietly, working the thick liquid through Peter’s hair. “Okay? Step out of the water for me just a little bit. Perfect, there you go. We just need to wait a few minutes before we can rinse it out. Let me keep washing you.”

“But where else–Wade.” Peter’s eyes were closed, but his hands clamped down on Wade’s shoulders when the big Alpha dropped to his knees and took him in his mouth. “Jesus.”

Wade hummed around him, one hand holding Peter still, the other running in soothing strokes and circles over his thighs and around to his ass. Pressing closer, opening wider, Wade took Peter as far down as he could, then swallowed around the sensitive head, and took him even further. He pulled off slowly, his tongue working up and down the shaft, careful to avoid using any teeth, hollowing his cheeks and sucking hard around the tip, making Peter buck his hips and swear softly.

Reaching behind, trailing his fingers between Peter’s cheeks and lower, searching for his entrance, Wade released Peter’s cock, leaning lower to lick and mouth gently over his sac and Peter’s hips jerked.

“Please.” Peter sounded pained, and Wade took him down again, until his nose was pressing into Peter’s stomach, until his tongue was working around the thick base. “Yes.” Peter thrust against him gently, experimentally, and Wade made a noise of agreement, backing up just a few inches and urging Peter forward.

“Oh shit, oh god, Wade.” Peter gripped his head and started fucking into his mouth, fast and hard and Wade just sank into his knees and tried to relax his jaw, letting Peter use him as he needed. “Close.” Peter said through clenched teeth after no more than a dozen strokes and Wade hollowed out his cheeks to make a tighter seal for him, and slid two conditioner slicked fingers deep inside Peter’s hole with no warning, curling and twisting, searching for --there-- and Wade pressed hard when he found the right spot.

It was too much. The omega slammed forward, crying out hoarsely as he emptied himself down Wade’s throat, and the big Alpha let him, even with his air cut off, even with his eyes watering, he held himself still, swallowing everything his omega could give him until Peter was shaking and weak kneed and gasping for breath.

Then Wade released him, and caught him as he fell, bringing him down to his knees in front of him.

And Peter closed his eyes, and cried everything out into his Alpha’s arms, completely exhausted, completely drained.

“Hows that? Clean now? Is this better?” Wade asked, and in between sobs Peter just nodded and clung tighter. “No more darkness Peter-pie, we wiped it all away. It’s gone babe. And if it ever comes back we will just wipe it away again, okay? I’ve got you.”

All Peter could do right now was hold on tight, and cry, again, and feel his Alpha’s heart beating with his own, and somehow feel at peace.

Because all Wade cared about after learning all of that, after seeing all of that was that Peter was still his. Because the eccentric, one track minded Alpha didn’t think anything about the webs and the powers beyond thinking they were sexy and suggesting bondage. Because when Peter didn’t know what to ask for, Wade knew exactly what he needed. Because for the first time in his entire life, Peter knew exactly where he belonged.

And it was right here.

Wade had been right. Things were still scary, and they had a lot to figure out, but as long as they were together everything else in the world could fucking wait.