"You should go," Wade answered as he pulled his hood lower to conceal his hideous face.

"Why?" Peter asks instantly, all happiness instantly draining to be replaced with uncertainty and what Wade thought could be sadness or exasperation.

(You're ruining the possible reality of the ship.) White whined.

'The possible reality of the ship is ruining my life,' Wade countered internaly.

[ You don't have a life to ruin.]

He let that thought sink in.

He really didn't have a life. Not really. He killed as a mercenary more for fun and entertainment now than he did for money. He had enough money to support him for the next few years easily. He had no friends except for maybe Bob. But that didn't really count because sometimes he'd do anything to kill Bob and by sometimes he meant all of the times. Wade also hasn't seen the man in five years, give or take. So that sort of automatically threw him off the friends list anyway.

 Wade was a monster inside and out. And to really put the frosting on the cake, all he was to most people who encountered him was a form of passing entertainment to be read in the ungodly hours of the night or at angles were a passerby couldn't see his name or actions if they looked at his story. And he was forever to live with the fact. THen again, he wouldn't whine too much about that. He entertained himself with that idea with his often one sided conversations with his fans.

( You're leaving Peter hanging here.)

"Because I don't have my mask," Wade sighed as he found a corner to lean into with his head and shoulders. 

He could feel the disappointed stare stinging his back. Or maybe it was the pain. "So?"

"So, I don't want you to look at me."

"Why?" 

"Why do you have so many questions?" Wade countered tensely. he felt cornered . . . hell he was cornered. He'd cornered himself. 

Before he had been too traumatized by his pain and humiliation to focus on the fact Peter had seen his face. But now was not the time. He cared now. 

"Because I want to know you. I want to see past that silly mask of yours. I take mine off while I'm around you. Why can't you do the same?"

( He was going to say stupid )

" Because I'm not pretty like you are?" That should have been obvious. 

( . . . you do realize what you've just said right?)

Wade's eyes widened slightly at the realization. He dared to glance back at Peter who stared back at him with an unreadable expression. Pretty was a pretty casual compliment and Wade was an extreme so it would be casual right?

The Spider pulled off his gloves. Wade stared. And then Peter began pulling on his red spandex shirt.

(Oh my gods is this happening? Is he going to dance dirty with us? Oh please let that be the case! All for just calling him Pretty?"

"What are you doing?" Wade asked slowly. He was beyond confused.

"We're going out," Peter stated as the shirt went over his head, giving wade a good look at his lean form. He was surprisingly not as built as you'd expect from someone as strong as Spider-Man. 

"What's that mean?"

"Food," Peter answered as he pulls a t-shirt out of his bag and pulled that over his head while his back was turned.

(Goddamit! I want my Spider incubus!) White cries out before oddly falling silent for a moment.

(stare at his ass while he's like that.)

Wade turned back to face the wall. "I'm not quite fit to go out." He was hiding in the concern for a reason.

Something soft landed on his head. It was suspiciously underwear weight. he could tell it was fabric at least. When he pulled it down though he realized it was the Spider-Man mask.

[Subtle.]

"You do something to make me look bad or ruin my rep. I'll punish you when we get back."

(Yes daddy.)

Wade sighed.

"I'm going to put better pants on ." He slipped away, mask in hand. he waited until his door was shut behind him before he quietly seethed "Would you stop that!" He hissed at White.

(Hey. I'm just being normal. You magically grew a filter for your mouth at some point within the last twenty-four hours. )

And it was true. Wade couldn't deny he was having similar thoughts in the far back of his mind and for once he was purposely not voicing them for reasons he understood yet didn't.

He rolled his eyes with a grumble as he traded his comfortable pajama pants for a pair of jeans he had taken the time to brutally attack and soften with Downey fabric softener. Yes he knew it was bad for jeans, but jeans felt terrible on his skin some days.

Reason for the fleece bottoms being he had no reason to put on anything nicer, that along with the fact he was sleeping. And the soft fabric always felt better no matter what kind of day it was.

When Wade comes back out of his room holding the bug eyed mask, Peter was patiently waiting for him. Wade couldn't help put perk up when he saw Peter was wearing a Star Wars t-shirt.

"Ready?"

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(Originally published 2016, officially edited 2023)

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Original Note:Drew that myself.

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