Laughter
Title: Between cakes and kisses.
Fandom: Amazing Spider-man.
Pairing: Wade Wilson/Peter Parker.
Table and prompt: Table A-B-C. #20 Laughter.
Summary: Peter bakes a cake to Wadewhen he's feeling down.
Word count: 739.
Rating: G.
Warnings: -
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters.
Status: Complete.
Peter woke up in the middle of the night, blinking slowly, suddenly aware that the bed was emptier than it should be.
Wade wasn’t there, holding him, snoring lightly and sometimes mumbling incoherent words. The mattress was cold where it should be warm.
Peter stood up, almost tripping in the blanket tangled around his legs. Worry started to claw his insides, because no, this wasn’t normal, since the first day he and Wade started to live together they never slept apart. Wade hated to be alone, always complaining about his job, saying it took all the time they could use to be together. And now, where was he?
“Wade?” - Peter called, running through the apartment, his voice rising up and almost cracking with panic.
It was months since the last “mercenary job”, since Wade promised he would stop killing people, but this didn’t decrease his long list of enemies. Peter knew Deadpool was more famous for his crimes than kindness and good acts.
They’re always living under the constant fear of being attacked, of some villain discovering their home. Maybe Wade had been kidnapped, maybe he was being tortured and Peter was there, looking in vain in the apartment.
His spider sense wasn’t tingling, but his heart was hammering inside his chest.
“Wade!” - Peter almost lost his balance when he found the other sitting in the old sofa. Alive. Intact. Not bleeding or screaming in pain. The brunet allowed himself a deep, calming breath. Everything was okay.
Wade was staring at the sky, seeming lost in his own thoughts. He looked old, the scars reflecting the pale moonlight, revealing the decaying skin. Peter could only imagine the intense pain he was going through now.
The brunet slowly approached, sitting beside his boyfriend, holding the calloused, big hand between his own fingers.
Wade forced a little smile, trying to ensure that everything was okay, but Peter knew better; they weren’t under attack, but something was definitively wrong. His lover wasn’t a quiet person.
Peter looked to the clock. Almost three in the morning.
“I’m okay” - Wade said in a hoarse voice - “Don’t worry your pretty head” - and Peter knew he was lying.
Wade he was stubborn, he didn’t like to share his own problems. Though Peter would never get used to it, he knew what to do.
“You know what, c’mon, get up” - the brunet pulled Wade from the sofa, using a little of his enhanced strength to drag his boyfriend.
“Hey, what’s happening?!” - Wade squeaked, startled.
Peter snorted.
“Hey, can you have some faith in me? Have I ever let you down? ” - he asked with a smile, guiding Wade through the apartment.
“Never, but-- What’re we doing in the kitchen? If you’re planning to ask for my pancakes I need to let you know baby boy, my apron is dirty and I can’t cook without it” - he said deadly serious.
Peter just raised his eyebrows, still smiling and holding Wade’s hands.
“No pancakes, just a cake. C’mon, help me”
“Hah, you rhymed!”
Peter stifled a laugh.
xxx
The kitchen was a mess. Flour covered the table, ground and Wade’s shirt. Peter’s face was a mix of chocolate, butter and a big smile that was capable of melting even Wolverine’s heart, in Wade’s words.
The cake itself was baking, forgotten by the couple who was sitting on the dirty floor, murmuring sweet nothings to each other.
“I love you” - Peter whispered between kisses, holding Wade in place with his own weight by sitting on his lap.
“I love you too” - he answered, a soft blush covering his scarred skin - “I…” - Wade lowered his eyes, squeezing Peter’s waist a little - “I’m sorry for leaving you alone, I didn’t want, cross my heart, but…” - he sighed, scratching his own head.
“Nightmare?” - Peter asked softly, touching Wade’s forehead with his own.
“Yeah… Didn’t want to wake you up”
Peter smiled.
“Silly, you know I’m with you till the end of the line”
“Oh, don’t go quoting Captain America to me!” - and then Peter started to laugh, trying to escape from Wade and his tickling.
“Quit it!” - Peter squeaked, looking for some kind of excuse to make Wade stop - “Oh my G-d!” - he pointed to the oven, still breathless but genuinely concerned, after all, a trail of smoke colored the kitchen.
“You know who isn’t with us till the end of the line?” - Wade said with a serious expression - “The cake” - and Peter snorted loudly.
Fandom: Amazing Spider-man.
Pairing: Wade Wilson/Peter Parker.
Table and prompt: Table A-B-C. #20 Laughter.
Summary: Peter bakes a cake to Wadewhen he's feeling down.
Word count: 739.
Rating: G.
Warnings: -
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters.
Status: Complete.
Peter woke up in the middle of the night, blinking slowly, suddenly aware that the bed was emptier than it should be.
Wade wasn’t there, holding him, snoring lightly and sometimes mumbling incoherent words. The mattress was cold where it should be warm.
Peter stood up, almost tripping in the blanket tangled around his legs. Worry started to claw his insides, because no, this wasn’t normal, since the first day he and Wade started to live together they never slept apart. Wade hated to be alone, always complaining about his job, saying it took all the time they could use to be together. And now, where was he?
“Wade?” - Peter called, running through the apartment, his voice rising up and almost cracking with panic.
It was months since the last “mercenary job”, since Wade promised he would stop killing people, but this didn’t decrease his long list of enemies. Peter knew Deadpool was more famous for his crimes than kindness and good acts.
They’re always living under the constant fear of being attacked, of some villain discovering their home. Maybe Wade had been kidnapped, maybe he was being tortured and Peter was there, looking in vain in the apartment.
His spider sense wasn’t tingling, but his heart was hammering inside his chest.
“Wade!” - Peter almost lost his balance when he found the other sitting in the old sofa. Alive. Intact. Not bleeding or screaming in pain. The brunet allowed himself a deep, calming breath. Everything was okay.
Wade was staring at the sky, seeming lost in his own thoughts. He looked old, the scars reflecting the pale moonlight, revealing the decaying skin. Peter could only imagine the intense pain he was going through now.
The brunet slowly approached, sitting beside his boyfriend, holding the calloused, big hand between his own fingers.
Wade forced a little smile, trying to ensure that everything was okay, but Peter knew better; they weren’t under attack, but something was definitively wrong. His lover wasn’t a quiet person.
Peter looked to the clock. Almost three in the morning.
“I’m okay” - Wade said in a hoarse voice - “Don’t worry your pretty head” - and Peter knew he was lying.
Wade he was stubborn, he didn’t like to share his own problems. Though Peter would never get used to it, he knew what to do.
“You know what, c’mon, get up” - the brunet pulled Wade from the sofa, using a little of his enhanced strength to drag his boyfriend.
“Hey, what’s happening?!” - Wade squeaked, startled.
Peter snorted.
“Hey, can you have some faith in me? Have I ever let you down? ” - he asked with a smile, guiding Wade through the apartment.
“Never, but-- What’re we doing in the kitchen? If you’re planning to ask for my pancakes I need to let you know baby boy, my apron is dirty and I can’t cook without it” - he said deadly serious.
Peter just raised his eyebrows, still smiling and holding Wade’s hands.
“No pancakes, just a cake. C’mon, help me”
“Hah, you rhymed!”
Peter stifled a laugh.
xxx
The kitchen was a mess. Flour covered the table, ground and Wade’s shirt. Peter’s face was a mix of chocolate, butter and a big smile that was capable of melting even Wolverine’s heart, in Wade’s words.
The cake itself was baking, forgotten by the couple who was sitting on the dirty floor, murmuring sweet nothings to each other.
“I love you” - Peter whispered between kisses, holding Wade in place with his own weight by sitting on his lap.
“I love you too” - he answered, a soft blush covering his scarred skin - “I…” - Wade lowered his eyes, squeezing Peter’s waist a little - “I’m sorry for leaving you alone, I didn’t want, cross my heart, but…” - he sighed, scratching his own head.
“Nightmare?” - Peter asked softly, touching Wade’s forehead with his own.
“Yeah… Didn’t want to wake you up”
Peter smiled.
“Silly, you know I’m with you till the end of the line”
“Oh, don’t go quoting Captain America to me!” - and then Peter started to laugh, trying to escape from Wade and his tickling.
“Quit it!” - Peter squeaked, looking for some kind of excuse to make Wade stop - “Oh my G-d!” - he pointed to the oven, still breathless but genuinely concerned, after all, a trail of smoke colored the kitchen.
“You know who isn’t with us till the end of the line?” - Wade said with a serious expression - “The cake” - and Peter snorted loudly.