Wade had been following him around the city for blocks. Peter wasn’t even sure how the hell he was keeping up. Every time he swung by a window or over a rooftop, Wade was there, usually waving. And of course, running his mouth.
Peter was starting to feel like he understood why some people thought he was annoying. He was quippy, sure, a fast taller, but he didn’t compare to Deadpool.
Peter was perched currently on a large, looking gargoyle overlooking the city, trying to take a moment to regroup, and come up with a plan.
And Wade. Would not. Stop talking.
That’s when Peter had a bad idea.
Deadpool loved movies, and cliches.
And what could be more cliche than the idea Peter had in mind. He’d basically have to play along, right?
It was worth a shot at least.
“Hey, DP?” Spidey said, pulling up the bottom of his mask.
“Yeah, SM?” –Peter immediately decided he hated that, but he was committed now.
“C’mere.”
He grabbed Wade’s mask in a quick motion and pulled it up, immediately pressing a kiss to the other man’s mouth.
Wade kissed back.
To late, Peter had a sudden realization. Oh shit, he’s into it.
Oh well.