Pick Up Lines (Spideypool Quick Fic)
So this… this got ridiculous lol
For my anon prompt: is that a phone in your back pocket because your ass is calling me
Peter is Andrew Garfield/ Wade is Ryan Reynolds
“Hey did it hurt?”
“Huh?” Peter looked up from brushing the dirt off his suit to see Deadpool peering down at him from the fire escape in the dirty alley.
“Oh. Hey Wade. Did what hurt? Oh the–” he motioned to his dirty suit. “Just took a tumble through a construction yard chasing someone. No biggie.”
“No, I meant did it hurt when you fell from Heaven.” Wade corrected, leering at Spider-Man from behind his mask.
“Good grief.” Peter muttered and turned away. “Don’t you have anything better to do than spy on me and drop terrible pick up lines?”
“Well.” Wade dropped onto the ground next to him. “I’d definitely have something better to do if you’d go out with me.”
“I told you no dates.” Peter said firmly. “My identity is very inportant to me, and you need to respect that. Besides–” and now he was grateful his mask covered his blush. “–besides you just like me because I’m covered in spandex.”
“I resent that!” Wade sounded horrified. “While I will admit to staring for hours at your…at your….” his head tilted to the side exaggeratedly, dropping to stare at Peter’s ass. “Sorry, what was I saying?”
“You were agreeing that we’d never date.” Peter said firmly, and shot a web towards the sky, shooting up and out of the alley before Deadpool could say anything else.
“Damn.” He chuckled and scratched at his head. “Spidey playing hard to get.”
Wade landed with a thump on the roof next to Peter and tossed him a chimi.
“Thank god.” Peter mumbled and shoved his mask up to just above his nose so he could eat. “Thank you so much.”
“No worries.” Wade lifted his own mask to take a bite of his food, and Peter made sure not to look. He didn’t ever look, knowing that if Wade thought for one second that he was staring, the mask would come down and this relaxed moment between them would end.
They were happening more and more– post patrol, both of them starving after a night of fighting crime. Wade usually disappeared for a few minutes and reappeared with food and they would sit and eat together before going their separate ways.
It was nice, for all of Wade’s bluster and bullshit, he actually enjoyed the early morning quiet like this. Both fully in their suits, both still coming down from the high of fighting… just hanging out watching the sun rise.
It was… nice.
And Peter wasn’t going to do anything to spoil it.
“Got you a name tag.” Wade said casually inbetween bites of food.
“What now?” Peter asked, confused.
“Got you a name tag.” Wade reached into the bag next to him and threw a giant handful of white packets in Peter’s face.
“What the–damn it Wade!” Peter pushed them off his legs. “Why are you throwing sugar at—”
Wade started laughing.
“Are you kidding me?” Peter finally asked and Wade laughed harder. “Are you kidding me with this?”
“Aw, come on sugar!” Wade made kissy faces at him and Peter just rolled his eyes.