Peter finally falls asleep with his legs wrapped around Wade's waist and arms pulled between the two male's chests. Soft hair threatening to tickle Wade's cheek through his mask.

[ So quiet when he sleeps.]

( Looks so small.)

' Warm,'

[ Scared ]

( Desperate )

[ He's hiding something from us. We shouldn't trust him.]

" He came to us to help him."

[ He didn't want our help. He doesn't want us to even know. He just wants comfort for what's happened

" He still came to us."

( Because he knows we'll do everything in our power to help him. We love each other.)

[ He has no one else to go to even if he wanted.]

" Yes he does. Just stop being a dick and accept that maybe once in a million blue moons someone a comes to us simply on their own accord. Can you not ruin the one rare moment of being desired? Is it really too much to ask for you to try and enjoy it or at least let me?"

[ He could always turn away.]

" Some day he will. It's just not now." Wade says closing his eyes and nuzzling into the soft locks on Peter's head.

( I don't want it to end.)

" Me neither." Wade whispers as he takes Peter and hugs him closely.

[ But everything comes to an end. Especially when you don't die. We will only have our soulmate for so long. And because of who he is and who we are it's very doubtful he'll live to old age. ]

" I'll protect him."

[ It's never been as simple as that. We all know that. It's going to happen one day when we aren't there, or maybe we will be there. We won't be able to do anything when it happens.]

" But doesn't fate give you someone for a reason? Maybe he will be allowed to stay with us longer."

[ Fate has given us Someone who tolerates-]

( He loves us Yellow. Fate has given us the only thing we've ever really wanted. Someone to love, Someone who will love us back. And I'm tired. I'm tired of you trying to pull us away because you're still scared. Still scared after all this time. You care for him and you think that pulling away is how your protecting him from us, but it's really just you protecting yourself. You're trying to hide from welcoming love. Why?)

[ Because you can't see into the future no more then you can remember something from the past. You couldn't remember what Peter was to us if you weren't constantly reminded when we catch a glimpse of the watch on our wrist. ]

( And how do you know that? Are you in my head to! Peter is our life. )

[ And that's going to make it all the harder when it all comes crashing down.]

( Nothing's going to happen. I won't let it.)

[ You can't stop it. He's going to die either way. One day we will hear the sound that had tortured him with for years. It's done mental damage to him. He's tried to kill people because of it. Whether the damage we created kills him or something else does we are still going to hit the ground. When we fall of the edge it's going to be a hard and dangerous landing. We'll have lost everything. First our daughter and now he's next.]

" Enough." Wade snaps.

[ You know it's coming just as much as I do.]

Wade ignores the box and instead carefully picks up the spider on his lap. When the teen hardly stirs Wade brings him to the full sized bed in the bedroom of the apartment.

He craves that feeling of connection Peter can create with the simple action of clinging to his revolting skin. How much he would give to just have the reassuring presence after Yellow's harsh monologue.

" I love you. In promise I'll protect you." Wade says as he sets his arachnid down carefully before moving around To lay down in the opposite side. Once settled he pulls off his mask and gloves, throwing them somewhere to the side to be found the next morning.

Peter curls in a fetal position, his back pressed against Wade's muscled stomach. The Merc wraps an arm around the smaller's waist. He lays there for a long time just watching his soulmate until sleep finally tempts him enough to close his eyes.

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Wade wakes early. Not an unusual occurrence for himself. He had once thought it had been a habit drilled into him from his time I'm the military. That proved wrong once he realized it was all due to the healing factor. The way it works and just keeps his body constantly going, needing to move. The only real thing that can give him the chance to sleep a whole night is the need to regenerate a good portion of not all of his body.

After a while of watching Peter sleep the Merc rolls out of the bed. After a while of flipping through a fire arms magazine he entertains himself by messing with a few of his avenger action figures while having his soft Spider-Man blanket over his shoulders.

He mildly thinks about cooking but decides it's far too early to do so at four in the morning. He doesn't want to wake Peter.

[ It's just you common sense tingling. But it's saying turn around.] Yellow says I'm a sour mood.

The Merc does so and instantly reached for one of his pistols strapped to his thighs at the form leaning causally against the wall near a window.