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“Spider ham!” Deadpool yelled as Spidey walked in the door. Spidey shook his head with a laugh. “Fuck! Black?”
“Wrong again, I think you’ve lost your touch,” Spidey teased, making his way over to sit on the Stark Enterprise couch.
“None.” Peter winked and Pool groaned like he was being shown a Mexican buffet after being starved but had no way to access it. “Should’ve known you had the suit on underneath.”
Spiderman and Deadpool had been invited to Stark Tower to collaborate with the Avengers with the newest up-and-coming threat. Tony was the only one who knew his identity so he wore his mask, his suit hidden under baggy casual clothes. Well, Tony and Wade of course. Wade knew everything, his past relationships, his aunt (who they go see together several times a month), where he lives, what school he goes to, what he likes from the coffee shops, his favorite meals at the different places they frequent, even what color underwear he wears or in this case that fact that he wasn’t wearing any. Peter would like to think he knew everything about Wade, if not he was the person who knew the most. He knew of Vanessa, weapon X, the boxes, Al and Weasel, his buddies he worked with frequently in X-men, and (unwilling) the color of his underwear.
“Green,” Wade whispered, lifting the band of his pants to show Peter. Peter looked on habit at the motion, sighing to hide the blush creeping up under his mask. “And black.” He lifted the green boxers to show a tighter black pair underneath.
“2 pairs? You plan on dying today?” Wade always wore 2 pairs if he thought he would die that day so he could change after his relaxed dead body released its bowels.
“You never know with the titanium dildo that haunts this building.” Peter laughed.
“You can’t call mister Stark that, that’s why he tries to kill you, y’know.”
“I know,'' Wade sighed, but pulled out a notepad from his pocket and wrote down ‘titanium dildo’ with a blue crayon on an already started list underneath ‘Iron douche.’
The meeting started, Clint and Wade signing through Stark's presentation and Peter only half paying attention since he was focusing harder on not glaring at Clint. Jealousy was unattractive, Peter reminded himself in Aunt May’s voice. Wade had taught him some signs but they were going so fast Peter had no hope of figuring out what they were talking about, and Clint’s muffled laugh clued that it was probably not related to the presentation.
“Deadpool and Hawkeye will go through this area.” This got all three of them to pay attention, Peter already saying “No.” Before comprehending what Stark was even demonstrating.
“No?” Clint and Wade both looked at Spiderman who for some reason was standing? When did he stand?
“No,” Peter doubled down. “Deadpool’s my partner.” Stark raised a brow, shooting a look at some of the Avengers before looking back at him.
“I know you two patrol together, that doesn’t make you partners. Romanov needs to be inside and someone who knows sign should be with Hawkeye. Deadpool is the only one.”
“Wade is my partner,” Peter reiterated; his real name comfortable in his mouth, unlike the Avengers who only refer to him as Deadpool or The Mercenary. Peter was the one always at his side, not these assholes making a suicide mission and forcing Wade to go since he is the only one that would survive it. “We go together or we are not participating.” Stark sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“I need Hawkeye outside for long distance and I need Deadpool with him.”
“Wade doesn’t do long distance anymore.” The sentence barely made sense, but Peter was desperate. Wade and Clint can’t be alone together. Wade is his partner, not Clint’s. Who knows what a high-intensity situation would do to their already blooming relationship? That’s all it took for Peter and him to become partners. A landed gunshot and a stitched-up hole later, they were friends and Peter hasn’t known peace since. What if it was Clint getting shot this time Wade stitching up the wound, a curious glance between the two of them? His stomach thrashed with anxiety and jealousy.
“What do you mean he doesn’t do long distance anymore?!” Stark exclaimed, clearly distressed and confused. “He’s a fucking mercenary with sniper training and has 4 guns on him at all times.”
“Six!” Wade held up 6 fingers to show the current number of guns stashed on him.
“I said he’s my partner,” Peter said with poorly restrained anger. “We go together or not at all.”
“Grow up, Spiderman, it’s not like he’ll die if you leave him alone for 5 minutes.”
5 minutes, it took less time for Wade to stitch up his bullet wounds and give Peter heart eyes for him ever since. Clint and he couldn’t be alone for 5 minutes, Pete couldn’t handle it.
“He’s mine!” The room was silent for several moments. Stark looked at all three of them, a completely different set of emotions on all three. He deflated and ran his hands through his hair.
“What if I put a JARVIS robot with them, they suck the sexual tension from every situation, trust me.” Peter choked on nothing. “Good then, Deadpool, Hawkeye and a JARVIS drone will go through this area and circle 'round back for long distance defense." Peter awkwardly slipped back onto the couch, pulling up his knees to hug them. His heart was beating in his ears. He could feel Wade’s eyes on him, blatantly looking at the side of his head, the white of his mask opening and squinting as he obviously hashed out what just happened with the boxes.
“So what was that about?” Wade asked immediately, crawling through the window of Peter’s bedroom. Peter was already out of the suit, wearing a pair of shorts and a hoodie which he used to hide his still flushed appearance.
“What was what about?”
“Baby boy, you know what I’m talking about.” Peter sighed and collapsed on top of his bed, putting a pillow over his face. He felt the bed dip and the rustle of clothes, Wade was probably changing his shirt. He had his own little drawer of extra clothes that Peter definitely did not go through and steal items from.
“Talk to me, Petey.” Wade pulled the pillow away, his unmasked face looked over Pete. Peter snatched the pillow back, hiding his face under it.
“I don’t know,” he whined. Wade laid down next to him. Wade stayed silent, signaling Peter to keep talking. “I guess I got jealous,” he mumbled, he wasn’t even sure if Wade could hear it through the pillow.
“I didn’t notice,” Wade teased. Peter smacked him with the pillow before returning it to his face. “I don’t know why. What is there to be jealous about?” Peter turned away from him, curled up into a ball around the pillow.
“You and Clint are close.”
“I guess?” There was a pregnant pause where they both expected the other to speak. Wade filled the silence. “Not as close as you and I are, nowhere near close.”
“But you could get closer,” Peter pouted. Wade weakly chuckled.
“I guess, or we could drift apart. Why would one mission where we are paired up make you jealous? We aren't going to become best friends after 1 mission together.”
“We did.”
“You and I are different, besides, it took us years to get to where we are now.” Peter picked at a snag in the pillow.
“You and Clint are different, you can sign together, and I don’t know it well enough to figure out what you’re saying. It makes me feel excluded. I don’t want Clint in a part of your life where I’m not.” Wade let out a deep breath and shuffled on the bed. He spooned Peter, wrapping his arm over his abdomen and nuzzling into his nape.
“I won’t sign to him anymore.”
“That’s not what I want.”
“What do you want?”
“I don’t know.” Wade's breath coated Peter’s neck. It was hot and sticky and clingy and he loved it. He wanted Wade to lay on top of him and wrap his arms around him so he couldn’t move and breathe in his breath until he passed out from lack of fresh oxygen.
“I can talk out loud whatever I sign to him,” Wade offered. “And we can hit the studying a little harder for you to understand sign language better.”
“I love you.” Wade stopped breathing, Peter must have too because the room was completely silent.
“I-”
“I’m in love with you, Wade,” Peter clarified. “I want you all to myself.” A huff of air coated his neck followed by a chaste kiss.
“Okay.” He pulled on Peter’s shoulder, his body twisting to face Wade. His face was flushed red, his eyes not looking up at Wade. Wade leaned in, nosing Peter’s cheek until he lifted his head up. Their lips met in a soft kiss that had Peter’s eyes leaking with relief. He let out a shaky breath and wrapped his hands around Wade’s face to kiss him better.
“I love you too, Petey, of course I do.”
“You love me?” Peter whispered into the kiss, ignoring how wobbly his lips were and trying to taste all of Wade’s mouth.
“Yes.”
“Tell me again.”
“I’m in love with you, Peter Benjamin Parker.” Peter relaxed, all the tension draining from his body. He buried his face into Wade’s neck, relishing in the pressure he felt as Wade’s chin rested on the top of his head. “Does that mean I get to do this whenever I want?” Wade grabbed a handful of Peter’s ass, kneading it roughly. Peter laughed into his neck, slightly wiggling his hips.
“Whenever you want.” Wade groaned, pushing his other hand under Peter to grasp his ass with both hands.
“Baby boy, we are gonna get in so much trouble,” he said, a mischievous tone in his voice. He pulled Peter up by his ass, connecting their lips again.