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Spideypool - You're Mine, not hersPeter, at home, was tired, stressed and hard at work on a paper for his biology class. Soon, he gets a call from a very excited Wade Wilson begging him to come over to his apartment to show him a new pet he'd gotten for himself.
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Peter rejects the pleads, trying hard to focus on his homework. Wade whines over and over, then suggests that Steve could drive Peter over, or have Tony fly him over. With a barking reply Peter points out that there's no way in hell his dads would voluntarily take him over to Wade's place.
So finally Wade convinces Peter to come over on his own, and upon his arrival Peter is a little perplexed to see a wall-eyed, three-legged pug grinning from the floor up at him in the apartment.
He asks, "What is THAT." almost in disgust, but mainly utter confusion. Wade replies, "Peggy" the pug, as he tosses it a chimichanga and watches excitedly as it devours it.
Peter mocks the dog's title, saying it's a girl's name, and Wade grows thoroughly defensive of the creature, cal
Those Lovebirds Are Gross"Psst, Peter," Wade whispered from his spot crouched in the tree, Peter in the bush below, Spiderman mask practically frowning up at him.
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"Shh, Wade! You're gonna get us caught," he scolded softly, glancing back at the factory they were ordered to keep an eye on.
"No, but Petey, it's important," Deadpool insisted.
"Shut up, Wilson," Wolverine growled, his claws slicing out threateningly from where he knelt next to Deadpool's tree.
"Fine, what?" he sighed, peering back up at him.
"…I love you."
Peter obviously smiled behind his mask, and he tipped his head to the side. "Aw, I love you, too."
"Oh, would you two shut up!" Logan snapped, rolling his eyes, and complaining into his communicator, "Why'd I get stuck with the lovestruck idiots?"
"Because I'm the leader of this mission, and I believe you'll be able to handle them," Captain America's strong voice replied, but then paused before adding, "And, Peter, I don't want any make-outs on this mission, you got it young man? Or
That Damn SmileWade leaned his head back against the stone wall of the apartment building, shutting his eyes against the dim light of the setting sun. He stared at those trashcans across the ally, mind snapping back to the times he used them as shelter against the cold hate of the outside world. He was 17, now. He didn't need to hide anymore. He knew how to fight. He let out a sigh, bored to death.
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Wade stood up, pulling his red hoodie over his head, shoving his hands in his jean pockets as he turned onto the sidewalk. He glanced at the watch he stole a few weeks ago. It was around four-thirty. Cool. Sidewalks will be nice and busy. No one will notice him. He carefully pushed through the crowds, avoiding the busy folk trying to head home or wherever the hell they needed to be; he didn't care. He turned a quick corner and onto a less busy street, hoping to get away from all the people when a sudden shorter body plowed into him, knocking them both down. And of course, Wilson had to go and scrape his pa