~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Wade ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Wade watches Peter silently as the smaller fiddles with his camera. It's sad. Watching his soulmate like this. If he'd have known how much Peter wanted a kid they could have talked about it.

Peter had never directly hinted wanting to build a family. Nothing Wade had ever noticed. Sure it was mentioned once or twice between them but never in a serious manner. It was always a someday subject.

It was wrong. This child that had been ripped from the world didn't belong to Peter. The arachnid had no right to feel this attached, to have such feelings for the child. It wasn't his, he wasn't the mother and he should be Sad but not- this.

Peter has half dressed, wearing Wade's sweatpants that were to big for him and barely holding onto his thin hips. His hair was disheveled and looked like he'd skipped the shower one day to many. His eyes were glazed over and blankly staring at his camera as he made a few adjustments. Something about the shutter not firing as it should.

[you need to do something. You can't let him sit there like that any longer.]

(Maybe a good fucking will put him back in his senses hm?) white suggested.

Yellow glowered at the fellow box before smoothing his ruffled feathers to talk about the situation. [He needs to be shown this isn't his battle. His mind is confused on what lives to focus on.]

(Well gee, he used to focus on every damn one. It's quite an improvement he'd narrowed it down to a small handful.) White responded in exasperation.

[I think that's where the problem is. He needs to have more then one focus. He can't be contained like this.]

I know....

"Peter." Wade said, grabbing the spider's attention. Peter looked back at him with a blank look. Something disturbing to see from him.

Wade stood from his spot at the table to walk over to his arachnid.

"You shouldn't cover up." Peter said quietly as he sat up a little as Wade sat next to him on the couch he was splayed out on.

"I know. I just wanted to wear it you know?" The Merc said as be patted his lap for Peter to come sit on. The Web-Head complied, moving to straddle muscular thighs. "It's starting to smell a little dusty if you ask me." Wade said, head tilting to the side ever so slightly with a small smile visible through the mask. He's pretty sure he caught the habit from Peter. Peter and his little head tilts.

"It smells like you didn't wash it last time you wore it." Peter said quite mater if fact as he looked at Wade with eyebrows raised and lips pressed into a line.

"Hey but the mask is fresh." Wade points out, nuzzling Peter's cheek to bring the fabric reading if soft breeze dryer sheets.

Peter hummed in response. Wade could already hear Peter loosing interest, ready to lay back down and just become mute to the world.

Wade wouldn't have it.

Gloved hands snaked under Peter's perk ass, causing the young man to give Wade a look before the spandex wearing anti-hero lifted Peter up, starting for the bathroom of the new, dingyish apartment.

"Wade, I love you but I'm really know in the mood to-"

"Hush dear spider. I'm not giving you an option." Peter's body stiffened, eyes glaring back at Wade. The arachnid was misconceiving the idea that Wade was trying to make him have sex rather then- "Give it a day and this suit isn't the only thing that's going to smell like it hasn't been washed in a period of time." Wade said, making a point to sniff at the male in his arms as he set him down on the bathroom counter.

This time Wade smirked under the mask, apreaciating the new variation of blank look he was receiving. It wasn't a dead, willing to disappear look, but rather a look that screamed 'why do you have to be such a fuck turd?'

"Are you trying to say I smell? Smell as awful as your rags you got clinging to you?" Peter asked in a tone that means either you can continue, or risk loosing your balls if you continue. There's no true way to tell but lucky for Wade, his balls will grow back if they get bitten off.

"I didn't name any names." He pointed out.

"No but you weren't exactly being vague either." Peter dead panned.

"I got green apple shampoo and some shower safe snacks." Wade tempted, starting to untie the drawstring of Peter's (his?) sweats.

"Do you now?" Peter played along. He didn't have as much heart into the play as Wade was used to the snarky arachnid having but it was certainly a start from watching the hero mope around the home.

[Its a start...]