Every Deadpool has a Spider-Man, yes? So when he does pass, Wade gets a new spiderman. His hair isn't brown and coily, it's straight and blonde. He's not snarky, but he's compassionate. He doesn't snort when he laughs, his face doesn't go red with laughter. He doesn't accidentally break mugs. He doesn't start singing musicals, swinging from rooftops. He's not Peter. But he's spiderman.

Then he passes. Maybe he meets a new Spidey. Maybe his name isn't Peter, but it's Harold. They're different, yes, but they both sound a bit geeky. He's not a baby-boy, but maybe he could be a different nickname. He doesn't have a dimple in his left cheek when he smirks, he doesn't randomly do backflips, he doesn't like pickles, he doesn't like tacos, he likes pizza. He's not Peter.

He passes as well. Now he meets someone exactly like Peter. His hair is brown and coily, he complains about it, he likes pineapple on pizza, he pours milk first when making cereal, he drinks exactly four cups of coffee a day, etc. But something's off. He's not his Peter, he's just Peter.

“Come on admit it Spidey, I’m getting better.” “Just because you’ve practiced a couple of times doesn’t mean anything. You’ve run into two walls already. The better question is, why did I even let you borrow one of my web shooters?” “Because it’s late, neither of us is tired yet, and you love me.” “No I don’t.” “Okay but you don’t hate me. Once more!” Deadpool aimed, jumped, and this time, made it to the other rooftop, letting out a triumphant shout. “Maybe not love but there’s feelings there.” Spider-Man mumbled to himself, feeling his face heat under his mask.

Uhh yes?? Please?? Everything about this is perfection, thank you?? This was so damn sweet I couldn’t help but write a lil something, so that’s why I took so long to reply to you, sorry!! At this rate, I’m never going to finish my homework shit (I put it under the cut because this is not content I promised so yeah sorry)

They were just cuddling on Wade’s bed, a show playing in the background that they weren’t playing any attention to, and suddenly, a noise rumbles out from Peter’s chest — a noise sounding suspiciously close to a purr.

Peter untangles himself from the combined mess of Wade’s and his limbs, shooting up and meeting Wade’s eyes in the dimly lit room for a moment, before facing the television.

Even in the poorly lit room, where the only light source came from the yellow glow of the street lamps outside the window, Wade could easily tell that Peter was blushing.

As Peter kept his eyes trained on the screen, shoulders drawn up to his ears and a hand subtly covering his mouth, Wade played the sound the brunet made over and over again in his head, internally freaking out.

‘Was that a purr? That sounded like a purr. Was it though? Maybe his stomach growls weird or something? He’s so cute? Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, ohmygosh-‘

The feeling of the mattress rising back up interrupts his thoughts and before he manages to say anything, Peter mutters a quick goodbye, not even sparing a glance at him, and rushes out the room. The next thing Wade knows, he hears the front door being slammed and he’s left alone in his bedroom, cursing his big mouth for not being big enough for once.

The very next day, he swings (haha) by Peter’s apartment and when the latter comes in after a long day of fighting crime, he freezes at the doorframe, staring at Wade with wide eyes. Coming to his senses, Peter begins to distract himself by packing the mess in the corner of the room, fully ignoring the pouting man stretched across his couch.

“Peter, Pete, Petepetepetpetepete-“

“What?” The brunet asks indifferently, the pink glow on his cheeks saying otherwise while Wade grins at gaining his attention. “Are you sure you’re Spiderman and not, like, Felineman or something?” Peter turns around to face Wade, staring at him with exhaustion as he deadpans, “What.”

“I mean, yesterday when we were snuggling-“

“Don’t say snuggling,”

“-You sounded like you purred. Was it a purr?”

The red glow returns to Peter’s cheeks in full force and he gives a cough, crossing his arms over his chest whilst he gives a hesitant nod. A loud gasp comes from Wade, along with a drawn out, disbelieving ‘really?’ that reminds Peter of a kid.

Immediately, Peter regrets ever answering Wade’s question as the later spends the next month rattling off endless questions about Peter and his ability to purr. (“Cats purr, you purr, so does that mean you can speak to cats?” “Oh my god, do spiders purr? Peter, why didn’t you tell me?”)

One day, when Wade asks his tenth question of the day about The Parker Purr, wondering why spiders even purr, Peter lets out a drawn out sigh, looking up from his work with tired eyes. “Male wolf spiders purr to attract mates but it only works if they’re in contact with their mates, alright?”

Silence fills the room, and just as Peter is about to focus on his work again, satisfied that he won’t be interrupted with anymore questions for the next few minutes, an astonished look crosses Wade’s face. “You were trying to attract me? Does that mean you think I’m your mate? Aw, Pete,”

Wade positively beams at Peter and the brunet can’t find it in himself to be that annoyed when Wade looks like that, so he opts for another sigh, smiling softly while leaning in to give his boyfriend a peck on the cheek. Returning his focus back to the papers laid out in front of him, a comfortable silence settles over them for barely a minute before Wade exclaims.

“Wait! Is that why you’ve stopped letting me cuddle with you, because we’d be in contact with one another?”

Seeing the embarrassed look flashing across Peter’s face, Wade lets out a whine, circling his arms around his boyfriend and pulling him backwards so both of them were lying down on the couch.

Wade sleeps with an army of nightlights littering his room, ranging from hello-kitty plug-ins to glowing transformer action figures. It’s not that he’s afraid of the dark, but they seem stave off the nightmares, sometimes just enough to get him through the night. Peter notices, of course, from the first time he visits the other man’s apartment, but there’s no judgement in the observation. He simply smiles, compliments the decor, and goes on his way.

Whenever Peter finds himself in a thrift store or a Walmart, he keeps an eye out for nightlights, grabbing them and slipping them into the other man’s bedroom without mention.

Of course Wade notices, so attuned to his environment that even the smallest changes flash neon in his head. He doesn’t comment, either, but he’ll stare at the new ones before trying to get some sleep, lets the thoughts of the not-so-sneaky Spider-man lull him into unconsciousness.

The sun had just begun to peek through the clouds and tainted fog of New York's skyline when a certain web-slinger made himself comfortable on the edge of, one of New York's numerous, monotonous, carbon-copy buildings. He exhaled softly as he opened the paper bag beside him, the rustling of it the only sound to fill the crisp morning air beside the birds singing and the early-morning honking of the working man.

"WEBS!" A voice slashed through the once appreciated silence.

Well, it was a quiet morning.

In a flash, a tall man with a red and black spandex suit was seated beside the young hero.

Although the two had only known each other for a few weeks and met up three times outside of fighting crime, the spandex-ed mercenary had made it a priority to see the other whenever he could. Sometimes it was on rooftops between crime-fighting, but mostly it was just by pure luck or chance. Deadpool had a habit of finding Peter 'by chance'.

Yeah, chance. By chance, he had my number, hooked it up to GPS, and has been following me all day. Peter remembered thinking after he'd seen Wade in public two different times in the same day; within a number of hours.

Peter glanced at Wade and gave him a small smile. As much as the mercenary's humor and attitude got to Peter, it was a welcome change from the blandness and seriousness of his every-day life. He pulled a burger out of the paper bag and unwrapped it, tossing Wade one over his shoulder.

"Hungry?" Peter asked, taking a bite of his burger. Mh, He thought, Carl's makes the best burgers in Queens.

Wade caught the burger and unwrapped it, nodding, "Yeah, thanks, Pete."

Peter's burger was already half gone by the time Wade took his first bite. He glanced at the mercenary to see his reaction, remembering from an earlier conversation that he'd never been to Carl's.

Wade frowned as he swallowed his first bite, looking at the contents of the burger. He furrowed his brows and looked from the burger to Peter.

"What?" Peter asked curiously. He wondered if Wade was allergic to something in the burger or something.

Wade squinted at the burger for a moment before answering, "No onions?"

Peter couldn't help but laugh and shake his head. "No, never had one." He shrugged, taking another bite of his burger.

Wade stared at Peter; wide eyes, open, hanging jaw. "WHAT?!"

The loud booming voice caught Peter off guard and he jumped, nearly falling off the edge of the building. He scooted farther back and swallowed his food before looking at Wade with an expression somewhere between anger and confusion gracing the boy's features. "What?"

Wade closed and opened his mouth a few times, blinking before he could form a sentence. "You've never had onions?!" It seemed absolutely ludicrous to Wade that Peter had never had one before.

Peter, being completely used to the fact that he had never, and probably would never, eat an onion, just tilted his head at Wade, trying desperately not to laugh at how ridiculous he was being. "No, I've never had an onion. Why is that such a big deal?" He asked, crumpling up his burger wrapper and putting it in the empty paper bag.

"Petey, they're onions." He repeated as if that helped. Peter just looked at him with the dazed expression, needing Wade to elaborate on this 'existential crisis'. Wade rolled his eyes under the half-pulled-up mask and scooted closer to Peter, sitting on his legs crisscrossed.

"Pete. They're onions. They can be crunchy and soft and add flavoring and they're healthy whether they're raw or cooked. You can deep fry them, saute them, boil them, eat them raw. There are so many possibilities."

Peter just giggled and shook his head as he listened to Wade ramble on about how much he loved onions and how many things you could do with them. He put his hands up slowly to stop Wade, giggling. "Since you know so much, tell you what: I'll try onions in something if you cook it. At your place. Tomorrow night?"

Wade's eyes widened slightly. "Like a date?" He asked, much softer than he meant to.

Peter thought for a moment before nodding. "Sure, a date."

The mercenary grinned widely, laying back on the roof. "You're gonna love onions after tomorrow."

It was strange for Deadpool to be sitting on a random rooftop in the aftermath of a snowstorm, at least for Spider-man it was. Spidey AKA Peter sat next to Deadpool AKA Wade, speaking up. “Aren’t you cold?” Wade was silent for a minute but then answered. “Not really. Just needed some air.” Peter thought that over before leaving it alone, knowing Wade would tell him when he was ready. “Well here.” Peter held out a to-go cup. “Hot chocolate. Suitable for the weather.” Wade seemed to snap out of whatever was on his mind. “Aww buddy you’re the best!”

“Wow, what happened here?” “Petey!” The pan in Wade’s hands flew upwards, making a “splat” sound as it hit the ceiling before the pan fell back down. Peter looked down as bits of what looked like apple pie went everywhere. “Um?” Wade looked extremely guilty. The kitchen was a mess of ingredients, and Peter caught a whiff of smoke. “Wade?” Wade cleared his throat. “I was trying to surprise you but uh, yeah, mess everywhere.” Peter knelt to scoop up a bit of the apple pie left in the pan. “Tastes damn good though.” Wade sighed in relief. “Finally right.”