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

"No Peter." Wade answered from his perch, straddling Peter's hips as the arachnid lay on his stomach as Wade plucked out shrapnel and disinfected small wounds.

"What do you mean No?" The arachnid snapped back at his partner. The way he no longer listened to Wade as his caregiver sent sparks of hope and happiness through the Mercenary as the signs of Peter's condition wearing away.... but it also meant he couldn't hold Peter back anymore with a simple demand. And Peter wasn't subject to leashes. That was the whole point of his becoming someone who ran about at night to beat the shit out of poor souls thinking the could get away with murder.

(I like that show. Oh! And it's Thursday! TGIT!!!!)

Yellow rolled his eyes if he could at the sound of the fellow box clearly not in the present situation. That and personally Yellow hated that show. So, sooo inaccurate.

"Peter, you let yourself get hit be a truck. You sore a part a truck like you where made of what ever the shit Wolverine's claws are made of that I don't actually care to know what it is. Admite? Admantime? Does it even start with an Adam? I don't care. But Peter You almost blew it. Give it a break until everything settles down and people forget about the man of steel. Kay?" Wade said looking down at Peter before glancing at the reflection he could see Peter's eyes in.

Peter was glaring back at him, his forearms crossed in front of him hiding his mouth but Wade only needed to see Peter's eyes to know he was pissed at Wade's answer. Finally Hazel eyes looked away from the glass door on the stand, away from Wade's, in defeat. He knew Wade wasn't stupid, the man knew what he was talking about. They had to take baby steps... but Peter didn't like the pace.

"You need to go back."

"What?" Peter asked, glancing back at Wade's reflection. Blue eyes weren't meeting his as they focused on finding any stray shards of iron or aluminum from the truck.

"Your aunt. Peter we haven't gone back to her. We promised. You promised. We're keeping Grey away from Max. We both know Max was who he thought was his mother from the start, then we took him and dropped him off with a stranger. He might not even be there anymore." Wade said.

Peter's eyes widened at the sudden jolt of recalling the child. He had promised. Had promised he wouldn't leave him behind like he had been. That he wouldn't force his aunt to watch him go just as his father had left her and her husband years before. He wasn't his father, he wouldn't ever be like him.... but that's exactly what Peter was. He looked like his father, was so intelligent. He even was getting a. Degree in the same line of work. He based his morals after his father's beliefs after Ben had told them to him, interpreting them with all of his uncle's lessons and teachings that had helped shape Peter. And here he was, he had abandoned a child. A child he had been so accustomed to and he had forgotten. He had forgotten Grey just as Richard had forgotten Peter and that wasn't fair. It wasn't fair to anyone.

"Baby Boy?" Wade asked tentatively. He sudden tension in his Web Head's shoulders shouldn't have been there. "Petey?"

"Can we go?"

"Go where?" Wade asked as he glanced at the wall in question before back down at the arachnid under him.

"We need to go back." Peter said sitting up quickly, Mercenary sliding back down to the bed with a small 'uff'

"Again can I ask where exactly?" Wade asked as he turned to his side to free Peter's legs he had been forced back on when the arachnids torso rose off the bed.

"We need to go back to aunt May Wade. We need to go back right now Wade." Peter said as he got up, wince my slightly at the sting of his wounds before moving to find a shirt. He grabs a questionable shirt that possibly could be clean or really not be. A sniff proves that it's clean. Or at least he can still smell the detergent so it's clean enough.

"Peter we can't just go out. It has to be planned-"

"We're going to walk to Aunt May's. There you have a plan." Peter said as he squirmed into a pair of dark skinny jeans.

(You'd think they'd just identify him by his perfect ass. He'd like no one else I've ever seen. Model will ever own such perfection.)

[The male models anyway.] Yellow added, there was no denying that for humans, like ducks liked pretty feathers or deer liked the strongest Buck, human females were gifted with the natural body to lure a male in. There was a perfect match to everyone's preferable no matter who it was, and as sexist as that is its just how nature and evolution works. (Girls, don't get mad, trying to bring it out in a scientific lay out.)

Mallard ducks have shiny feathers to display and hope to be picked as a mate whether they truly cared or not. Humans are no different along the instinctual intelligence manner. Males were rarely blessed with an easy slim waist with hips that curved out to display a perfect tush. Wade knew women that could knock Peter out of the ball park, but they weren't Peter and as much as he worshiped his loves body, it was his soul he was really after.

[Though Peter being unisex hasn't it crossed our minds before. His legs don't exactly look like they belong to a man's body, and he's just... not not manly in a way, but not all of his characteristics can be blamed on being a lanky teenager anymore.]

(He doesn't have a pussy and his testicles dont lead to-)

[you don't need both opposite genitalia to be Unisex. He might just have a few female chromosomes.]

(Since when where we credited to be scientific?)

[When a science obsessed author took over and gave us life and light to our Soulmate AU world]