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

Wade reaches under the sink to grab something down there. A cleaner of sorts. Something to clean the mirror of the water marks splattered from knocking the toothbrush on the sink.

(I'm so proud of myself. We're using chemical cleaner for actual cleaning! Like without any blood involved.)

"Yeah, well not if we can't find the stupid stuff."  Wade complains as he moves something aside to.

(Why the mirror of all things? It's not like we use it. Cause honestly who would want to look at this face much less the person who owns it?)

"Shut up."

[Fuck...] Yellow mutters. Too distracted to further carry out the mental attack. Odd how the box's  roles had changed.

Wade pulls out the large piece of fabric. Black spandex in all its murderous glory. 

"Murderous glory? You mean dreaded significance."

[Why is it here instead of the closet where we put it last? Why is it crumpled up in a ball and tossed in here?]

Wade stands. He could put it back and forget he had ever seen it... or he could do what he should do, or something.

Wade glances towards the door. He could hear Peter outside somewhere in the kitchen probably putting away dishes by the clanks he could make out.

Wade looks back down at the fabric in his gloved hands. "How long has this been here?"

[Who knows. It could have been recent or from a week ago.]

(See if there's any dust. Maybe that'll help you determine the time.)

"White shut up. You're such a moron."

(Yeah well you're and ugly fuck so...)

"Do you have any other words in your vocabulary?" The Merc snaps.

(Do you wanna go!?)

The obvious answer was an obvious no but the Mercenary wouldn't back down from any threat.

[White just knock it off will you? This is about Peter. And aren't you the one always crying when this discussion comes up? Do you want me to make you cry? Is that what you're looking for? Are you a little sadistic shit who just wants to feel pain. But because you haven't been reserved you've desired to inflict? I can make you cry if you want. Do you want that?]

White shrinks back from the fellow box. Falling silent as he becomes small and almost unnoticeable in Wade's mind.

[But he's right.] yellow adds to the Merc.

Wade glances up at the mirror suddenly self continues once again about his appearance. Something that had been so rare lately he had forgotten it was an issue at all. He was wearing his suit, most of his body hidden from the world except for his face. His eyes met those of his reflection and he flinched. He had the immediate urge to put on his mask feeling sick to have to look at himself. By of course Peter wouldn't allow him. He hated it when Wade wore his mask inside. A rule he had established well over a year ago when they had first started to stay around each other.

The issue of his appearance hadn't been a bother for a long time. To the point he had practically forgotten about it. But now with the fresh reminder and change in roles and a dynamic agreement between both of his boxes he felt utterly off put and betrayed by the new development. He thought maybe Peter had fixed the problem. He wasn't bothered by the idea of Peter walking in on him without his protective skin on but the idea of letting anyone else sent a disturbing, anxious feeling running through his limbs making him shift uneasily.

The Mercenary tears his gaze away from the glass to look at the suit in his hands. He pushes past the door forcefully shoving his current thoughts to the back of his mind wishing he could rather push them out of his head on out his head instead but alas he doesn't thing that's possible and if so he has no idea how.

"That was literally a forty five word sentence. Is that legal?"

The author shrugs. Grammar isn't their specialty ironically.

Wade walks out of the short hall and toward their warm kitchen. Peter was shuffling through the cupboards.

(What! Is he stealing the chocolate chips he specifically said we couldn't have? How rude.)

[Not important right now.... but will be addressed later]

"Peter?" Wade says as he continues to walk slowly forwards. Peter perks at the call of his name looking up at Wade with bright mischievous, shining eyes as he takes a few of the pieces of chocolate.

Wade feels like a kitten murderer when that beautifully adorable expression falls off of the Spider's young face as he looks at what Wade is holding him his hands before jerking back up to Wade with wide guilty eyes.

"I didn't mean to. It just happened. He was being awful again and I couldn't take the noise anymore. She was okay with it I swear." Peter blurts out as he moves over to Wade to look up at the Merc with a begging expression as his hands clung to his chest. "Please don't make us leave. No one found out, they I made sure they couldn't figure out it was me. I changed the wound so it looked like a stab rather then my bite. Wade please." Peter says desperately. "Don't be mad please. I promise I won't do it again please."

"Peter don't lie. I know you will." Wade says dropping the suit to the ground to hold Peter's face gently in his hands. "But you still have to tell me. I need to know incase we ever need to plan ahead. Peter if they can't get you they might take me, your aunt. You never know. You need to tell me always." Wade says watching as tears fall down the arachnids face, guilt and disappointment clear in all of his features. Peter was so distraught with himself. So troubled.

"You still love me right?" The web weaver asks desperately.

[Dead God. What exactly runs through his mind when this happens? Have we ever done something wrong to make him fear we would leave? I though we always did well with reassuring him.]

(It's no different then how we didn't trust him to like our looks. An anxiety of us leaving manifesting with in him. That's what we did. That's what you did.) White responds to Yellow.

"Always Peter. Always, always, always. Remember your ring?" Wade asks quietly as he kisses his soulmate's nose.

Peter nods. Wiping away a stray tear, his eyes glancing away.

"Hey look at me." Wade says softly smiling when Peter listens. "Baby Boy, that ring is a promise. A promise I'll never break. I will always love you Peter." Wade says hugging his husband close. "God please don't ever ask that. Please." Wade chokes as he starts to cry. That question was awful. It tore him up inside, made his body freeze over with such and idea. "I promise Baby Boy. I promise."

(We're nearing our breaking point.) White mutters to Yellow as they watch.

[We could only ever withstand being the stable one for so long.... we won't stop trying, but it's only so long before we fracture ourselves....]

So at work (movie theater concessions) this guy commented on my Spidey shirt and then we started talking about the new movie coming out and then I started talking about how they are combing some elements from Miles Spider-Man with Peter Parker in the movie (friend wise, very minor small details) and then I he stoped and asked me if they were gonna to do the superman batman thing in spider-man and I was so confused. Like what does that mean? The Batman/superman thing???? I dont know man.