~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Peter ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The sky was already purple and blue by the time they had walked half the distance to his aunts home. He had his jacket zipped up as far as it would go, his warm hat on his head and a scarf snugly wrapped around his neck, hiding his nose from the cold. (All Wade's doing of course. Peter wasn't one to actually think to own a winter scarf.)

Wade was dressed as accordingly to the weather just as Peter. A heavy down jacket with the hood of a sweatshirt pulled up rather then a hat. He had thin gloves on that he had from going out when he wanted to wear civies but not worry about strangers staring at his hands. One arm was protectively wrapped around his soulmate, the other stuffed in his own warm pocket.

"Should have worn better shoes." Peter said quietly as the continued on. He hadn't thought twice about pulling on his converse before they left but now after waking a good number of blocks to aunt May's address in Queens his feet had been completely numbed by the cold, ice coated cement underfoot. The shoes were worthless beyond looks. They didn't stay dry when he stepped in a puddle, you could burn your feet just as easily as you could freeze them because of how thin the sole was and they were normally expensive. The only real thing that kept him from not continuing to wear the popular shoe is that his suits all had the base sole of converse shoes in the feet. They were perfect for reusing. He'd cut out most of the high top of the canvas but leave enough for him to see his spandex to it. His boots had flexible soles that didn't hinder his ability to move, and he had sole  protectant from stubbing his toes.

"Well if you owned a normal pair of tennis shoes it could be  avoided. But your feet are to small for my shoes." Wade said as he looked down at Peter.

"Your only like a size or two larger. I could slip yours in if I really needed to." Peter objected.

"You have stick man feet. You'd half to wrap a python around your foot just so they wouldn't slip out. That's why you have to buy the brand that laces up all the way to your ankles and are impossible to get off." Wade warmly retorts as he leans down to talk more closely to Peter. "Do you want me to carry you sweetly pie?"

"Would you?" Peter replied snarkily as he turned to look back at Wade. They both had momentarily forgotten their reason for going out like this rather then freely swinging over, only having to suffer the cold for a few minutes rather then forty.

Peter squealed as he was swept of his feet by his lover before erupting into fits of laughter as his arms wrapped around Wade's neck. The pair completely ignored the looks cast their way as Hazel eyes gazed up at pristine blues.

"I love you." Peter said softly as Wade continued to carry him on,  it pausing in his pace despite the additional weight of the hero... the past hero.

"I love you even more Baby Boy. I love you so much. I didn't think I'd ever be capable of finding someone else. Not after all of this, what I did to myself." Wade said softly to Peter as he stoped in wait for a walking Signal.

Peter smiled up at Wade, shifting out of someone's way so their shoulders didn't run into each other's as they walked past the couple. "I love you for who you are Wade. When I look at you I don't even see your scars. You don't have to think you must hide them. They might as well be freckles. Something I know his there and can see but don't notice. They are a part of you, and I wouldn't want anything different." Peter said, thinking about the image inducers he had hidden away from Wade the moment the Mercenary had let it out of his sight. More then once Peter had caught the other looking at the reflection of himself while using it. He knew Wade missed what he used to look like. Peter wouldn't lie and say Wade didn't look like a hot model when he was smooth skinned and blonde, but he still almost saw the reflection as a different man. Wade's scars were his, are what Peter identifies a part of him and there would be something wrong if Wade went without them.

"I know." Wade said softly as he listened. He didn't understand why Peter preferred this face over the other he had been given to replace his appearance with. Wouldn't Peter rather see something love able looking down at him rather then the molted skin of a severe burn victim who had the bad luck to survive.

"You promise to never change?" Peter asked as he looked up at Wade with big innocent eyes.

"I'll never change Peter, not unless you want me to. I'll never leave you again. I won't let you go." Wade promised before starting to walk across the street as the signal changed and the cars stopped.

Peter smiled before closing his eyes and snuggling into Wade's chest.