10 or 13 w/ spiderpool? Thanks, Sci! <3
“All this mystery – all the secrecy – all the suspense, and you’re just ––“ Wade frantically gestured. “––Justin fucking Bieber under there.”
“Excuse me?” Peter raised his voice.
“Sooo… this is me.”
“How didn’t I know you had an apartment right in the heart of Manhattan before?”
“Well, you’ve never followed me home before – and given my reputation, I’ve always taken it as a sign of trust and unwavering friendship that you haven’t.”
Spider-man snickered, bouncing a little on the heels of his feet. “Uh huh.”
They’d spent the evening together. It was a slow winter’s night, mid January. Their patrol was uneventful, but there was something comfortable about the quiet streets and he and Wade’s running discussion on whether Shrek 2 truly was better than the first. It’s always something Spider-man tends to forget – just how much fun it is to debate with Deadpool. It was 2am when they reached Deadpool’s apartment block.
“Soo…This is… goodnight, right? Way past our bedtime. Both of us.”
“Oh. Oh, yeah. Yeah.” Spider-man stammered. “Sure. Night.”
Spider-man took a step back, about to turn on heel.
“This was fun.” Spider-man said, stepping back again. “This was fun.” He echoed, again, quieter.
Deadpool was silent for seconds, trying to read Spidey’s hesitation.
“You… want to stay over?” Deadpool chirped. “We can get fucked up.”
“Bad idea.” Spider-man said, immediately.
Spider-man stood still, considering. Deadpool waited patiently.
“Bad idea.” Spider-man said again, spreading his hands out in a no way gesture. “Bad idea.”
Not entirely sure whether to count that as an answer or not, Deadpool opened the door. “Alright then, Mr Webbed Pants. Good nigh–“ Spider-man had already sped-walked through the door before Wade had known it. “…Mi casa es su casa, I guess.”
“A bad idea.” Spider-man repeated, already making himself comfortable on Wade’s couch. He filed through a pile of DVDs on the table. “You better have Shrek 2.”