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

"This is what you need to take Peter. It's what will replace your... you're blood lust." Wade said as he offered the young hero the plate.

"But it looks nasty. What is this? It's gelatin and a green smoothie. It's one of Starks recipes isn't it?" The Arachnid said, eyeing the substances with a clear picky eater 'ew I'm not touching it' face.

"You ate it earlier Peter." Wade objects as he urges it towards Peter.

"Yeah when I hadn't been strong enough to object or thought to actually look at what it was." He retorted, taking a step away with wide eyes.

"Peter." Wade glared in annoyance. It was a light hearted argument. The same kind that they went though when Wade tried to drag his Soulmate to a shady restaurant that had the best something.

[...this is more like the time you tried to get him to eat squid while it was still moving its tentacles]

"Hey, he didn't throw it up. That was a plus." Wade defended himself from the box.

[No but he spit it out into a napkin and then got mad at us that he had to try it when we ourselves had never had octopus or tentacly anything.]

"Oh and your not helping."

Peter waited for Wade to finish as he stood in his place, body tense and poised to go for the ceiling. It had only been two days but the arachnids body was already keeping up steady with his movements. It made Wade proud of his Baby Boy that the will of his healing factor was far more determined then anyone ever thought possible. They had estimated that Peter would still be immobile for up to a week and would need assistance but he had proved everyone's calculations wrong.

"Come on Peter. You have to eat this. It's what's been keeping you alive." Wade said looking at Peter again though more serious. The arachnid looses some of his energy as Wade's tone changes to something not nearly as playful.

"Then you have to try it too." Peter countered.

Wade stared back at Peter before setting the plate on the small table that had been moved into the small space along with a bed and small necessities for a home.

'But it isn't a home. Just a place to recoup before heading it again. Try to face the world and make it right. This isn't their home. It'll never be what either of us will want to settle for'

Wade stares back at Peter, a wave of sadness washing over him as his shoulders droop. This was all so wrong.

"Wade?" Peter asked, his head tilting to the side in confusion. "Wade I'll eat it. You don't have to get upset." He said coming forward towards Wade.

"Do you understand any of this?" The Mercenary asked quietly as the spider cane to stand before him.

They way Peter looked up at him and didn't say anything made Wade feel that yes. Yes Peter did. His eyes proved it as he stared back up with grey eyes with green and brown streaks, and hints of Amber.

"I need to get out there Wade."

"Not yet Peter. You still have promised to fulfill and your body to rebuild. At this rate you're spandex his going to be hanging off of you."

"I didn't lose any muscle Wade. It was just the small fat reserves that fill out and make muscle groups smooth and flow into each other. Something that can be easily replaced." Peter said, making his point by pulling Wade's hand against his clothed stomach to feel the hard muscle that make up his abs. "I'm not weaker Wade. No mater what details you've convinced yourself of. This is all replaceable. I can go out."

"Not until you fill out again Peter. To me it looks like you've been starved and no amount of muscle can change that. The second you step outside you're going to freeze to death, its winter Peter."

Peter gave Wade a deadpan. "There is such a think as a coat you know. And hats. I've heard of those things. I've even seen some where they have a fluffy pompom ball on the top and they're really fun to squish."

"Not until your back to how you where. And you have to eat what's to you okay. I want you to get back to health quickly and what Stark has made is a system that will allow that. They are made precisely for you to keep you from needing to have any urges.

"It's still not going to keep me from getting hungry. The manner of processing the protein is completely different, it doesn't go through my digestive system and only supplies my abilities to remain stabilized. It won't give me energy."

"I know Peter. But you have to eat this first, then you'll be given what you really want."

Peter looked at was quizzically at the way his husband had said that.

"I ordered burgers for you." The Mercenary said looking down at the arachnid, smiling when he perked up and almost immediately started to eat the protein mystery substances.