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Sitting around and waiting wasn’t what she wanted to do but the agent had told her that they would get in contact with him for her. So far, she’d had her phone out four times, sifted through the crappy old magazines on the table (couldn’t they afford new ones?), and had gone to the vending machine countless times. 

Eleanor was restless. Where in the world was he? Did the agent even try at all? 

Peter glanced down at the t-shirt. It had been a split second decision and one that he didn't regret. "Ah nevermind. A call would have been nice but you said mission. I assumed that meant no contact at all so... I just didn't do it. Dangerous stuff goes on and, you know."

The flowers were a nice touch, he wouldn't deny that, but he didn't want those right now. Peter wanted Wade. He jumped up and wrapped his arms and legs around the man, practically turning into a koala to cling to him.

"I gotta make dinner. All the tacos, right? Anything, just... anything. And your clothes! They're still washed and folded in the dressers. You... it's all here. Now you're here. We're both here. It's our house again." Not just his. Peter squeezed tighter, hooking his ankles together. As happy as he was right then, he was still peeved about no contact. 

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She didn’t say anything when she left. She didn’t utter a single word or give way to a warning. She just disappeared.

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A whole year and Wade was standing in front of his door again. Peter heard his voice and could only guess what the reason was for. For all he knew, it was damage from a year long mission or he'd finally gotten a chance t-- No. Peter stopped the train of thought and growled.

To hide as much emotion as he could, he pulled the mask on and walked back to the door. His shadow showed in the light that streamed under the door frame and into the hallway. "Why? Why should I give you any more of my time for you to just leave again? You abandoned me, Wade."

Left behind. Put aside. Forgotten. Unwanted. Peter had dealt with his depression when Wade had left him, he'd hidden the ring he had, he'd stopped talking to Aunt May about him, and he'd moved out of that apartment. He couldn't even think about seeing anyone else but here he was again.

He didn’t want to stay and end up breaking down crying like an idiot. Sometimes it felt like his emotions were hot wired to his tear ducts and this was one of those times. He felt that hand on his bicep and let himself be turned, looking up at Wade. 

It was the first time he was guarded, cautious about talking to him in a long time.

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It was the longest mission that Peter ever remembered Wade taking. Days went by with nothing. Then weeks. Finally, months. It was enough to make Peter want to scream but he didn’t. Wade couldn’t be disturbed in his work and Peter wasn’t going to hunt him down and blow his cover. If he had one. Sometimes, as he recalled, Wade was a stealth is optional for this mission type of guy and ran in guns blazing.

So when the knock at the door rang throughout the condo, Peter paused. He hadn’t been wearing much and yanked on one of Wade’s oversized t-shirts and the only pair of underwear nearby. Okay so maybe wearing lacy panties to the door wasn’t the best idea but it worked! 

Peter jogged over to the door and pulled it open, almost stumbling back at the person in front of him. “I-wha... Wade?” He blinked and righted himself, reaching out to carefully touch Wade’s chest. Hard, warm under freezing fingers. Yeah, that didn’t seem like a hallucination. At least not in the middle of the fall.