Wade groaned as his alarm clock rang on his bedside nightstand. It echoed through the small, worn down apartment. The scarred man reached towards his phone and pushed the 'snooze' button quickly before smiling to himself. He rolled over and reached for someone that wasn't there. Wade's eyes snapped open as he pushed himself up on one arm. The other side of the bed had sheets askew and was empty. Fear blossomed through his chest before he noticed a pale sticky note stuck to the T.V. It read, 'Emergency in town, be back for breakfast:)'. Wade let out a puff of air he hadn't known he had been holding in. Wade tossed his legs over the side of his bed and rubbed at his eyes before leaving his head in his hands for a while. He was worried for his boyfriend. But after dating for two years, and finding out a year in that his boyfriend was in fact the one and only Spiderman, he was still learning to deal with it in a way that benefited the both of them. He worried every day, but it was a likewise situation. Only, Wade killed his enemy. Spiderman's were breathing every single day. Wade didn't like that. At all. The mercenary knew what came with the enemies who lived. They always got revenge. 

Tony had just began allowing Peter to stay the night at Wade's every once in a while. He prefered the two stayed at the tower otherwise. And Wade knew why, but he did so for Peter's sake and brownie points from his two dads. However, Steve knew Wade would do anything for the younger man, and is always the one that convinces Tony to allow Peter to stay every once in a while. The merc loved to see the eye roll he got from the billionaire after he was convinced. 

"Fuck, let's raise some hell today." Wade pushed himself off the now cold bed. He threw on his grey sweatpants over his boxers and remained shirtless as he walked through the already opened bedroom door. The window was slightly cracked, yet the door was still locked from the inside, signaling Peter had snuck through the window. The merc chuckled to himself slightly. He knew he lived in a rougher part of town, so Peter always went through the window to be sure the door was left dead-bolted, doorknob locked, and top lock locked. However, the older man never told the younger that he had gotten a door knob that locked, a deadbolt, and a new top lock just because the younger man had been allowed to stay the night sometimes. Wade knew they both could handle whatever normal human that dared Wades apartment, but it made him feel better. 

Wade turned on some music on the half-broken speaker Peter had gotten him for his birthday last year. He had brought it on a mission for background action music, only for it to get crushed. Peter had done his best to fix it, but demanded it be left at home for the rest of it's short life. So, Wade took whistling in the kitchen to it while he cooked him and his lover breakfast. 

The bacon continued to slightly sizzle in the pan as Wade fixed two big heaping plates full of food. Both men were always hungry, and the older man knew that Peter would especially be hungry after having something to do right off the bat in the morning. Wade turned off the stovetop, ran some water over the dirty dishes that they would do together after breakfast and cuddles, and took a seat on the couch. Now, he waited for his boy to return home. He knew he couldn't be much longer, Peter always came back when he says he would. The merc flicked on the TV and kicked his feet up on the coffee table in front of him. Before the anti-hero could even read the screen in front of him, the window caved in and shards of glass flew everywhere. A body hit the table, making it collapse with breakfast and the now completely broken speaker. The curtains from the window fell forward as another body stepped through it, a large smile written across the man's face as glass crunched under him. Wade wasted no time in standing, grabbing the pistol hidden between the couch cushions, and aiming it at the man. 

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the Wade Fucking Wilson," the man sneered as he continued to take steps through the apartment and away from the window. Wade felt his heart going a million miles and hour at seeing the man he had thought for sure was gone. Before the merc could answer with a witty comeback, he noticed a bright red and blue uniform covered body sprawled out near the back of the couch. He stepped out and followed the other man with his pistol. When he stepped out, he notcied the suit-covered feet. The black traces of detailed webbing and red gave it away. Wade felt his blood boil. 

"Why the fuck are you here and why did you just throw Spiderman through my motherfucking apartment window. My landlord is gonna make me pay for that." Wilson hoped the other lingering man didn't throw Spiderman through his window because he knew who he was, he was hoping he could play it off and it was all a coincidence. 

The other man crossed his arms as he looked down at the unconcious hero, "oh you mean this guy?" He reached toward Spiderman. Wade growled and flipped the safety off quickly. The other man stopped. 

"Ah, I suppose I was right. The famous New York vigilante, kid from Queens, Tony Stark's son, is in fact your little bed bug." The mercenary glared harder, his chest heaving at the fact this man knew who Peter was. "Peter Parker." Wade was about to unload his clip when he noticed the figure twitch slightly. Wade couldn't see Peter behind the couch, but the other man could. Wade went to take another step but the black dressed man took out his own gun and aimed it at what Wade figured was Peter's head. "Not another step, Wilson. I just want one thing from you, and I will be on my way."

"You threaten him one more time, and I swear to all that's holy, you won't be walking out of here," the threat was practically empty as the other man simply chuckled. 

"I am just like you, Wilson. I won't die. Only, I didn't have to lose my looks." Wade was suddenly very aware of his skin. He realized he was still only dressed in his grey sweatpants. "You have surprised me though, where are the whitty comebacks, the shove something up my ass type threats. What's gotten into you these past few years?" 

"Fuck you, Francis," that did something. The man immedieatly flipped saftey off on his pistol and reached for Spideman, hauling him up and holding him in the air by one arm. The pistol aimed at the hero's head. The mercenary felt a pit grow in his stomach at the sight of his partner. The suit hid most of it, but Wade noticed there was a struggle. Peter's mask was torn up, one eye completely gone from it, revealing almost half of his bruised face. A long gash long his stomach, revealing some of Spidey's muscular stomach. Wade knew now was not the time to be checking out his Spider, but he couldn't help it. One of the things they loved to do together was workout, whether that was in the sheets or in a gym. Darker spots on the suit made it easy to spot where there was blood. He was going to tear Francis limb from limb this time. 

"I want one thing from you, Wade. What is my name?" 

"How fucking bonkers are you to find my boyfriend, throw him into my apartment, and threaten us over your god damn name. Everybody knows your name now, who gives a flying dildo fuck?" 

"I do!" Francis screamed, shaking the smaller man he dangled in the air. Peter's head lolled with the violent shakes, but Wade caught the small eye flicker. A brown orb peered through the slit and Wade knew Peter was aware. "What's my fucking name?" Francis was aiming the gun at Peter's head. 

"F-Francis," it was a whisper, yet it was loud in the tension of the room. Wade felt himself grow cold, he knew that look on the psychotic man's face. He was going to kill him. Peter was smiling, the bruising around his cheek moving around his dimple. Francis wasted no time in snapping Peter's wrist. Peter let out a cry. 

"You sick fucking bastard, I am going to kill you! Don't you touch him again, I will turn you inside out and you will fucking look like me." 

"What is my name Wilson?"

Peter's heavy, fast breaths were all that filled the room before a grunt sounded. The New York vigilante brought his right foot forward and upercutted the larger man in the jaw. The force of it was enough for him to drop the injured man.

The youngest man heard his lover yell something between the chaos. Four shots rang out before Peter was able to finally get himself up on the other side of the room. Wade was standing over the other man, holding him up against the wall by his throat. "You've fucked with me too many times, Francis. I'm gonna make sure everyone knows your name. I will use your limbs to spell it out on this very rooftop. Are we clear?" 

"I would love to see it happen, Wade." Wade growled as he made his way towards the open window. Peter pushed himself up to his elbows and knees as he heard a body drop to the alleyway below the apartment.  Peter pulled his mask off completely as he took in large gulps of air. He reached for the couch to help pull himself up, only for a set of hands to reach him first. 

"I got you, baby boy. Let me help you," the soothing voice reached Peter's ears and suddenly his body didn't ache as much. Strong arms lifted the smaller man and helped him to the couch. 

Peter tried to argue, "Wade, I'm bloody and gross. I don't want to get that all over your couch."

"Petey, that is the last thing I am worried about I can promise you. Now sit down." The younger oblidged and collapsed into the couch. Wade took off towards their bedroom. When he entered, he found Peter's own grey sweatpants and a t-shirt. While he was looking, he noticed the sticky note that was still stuck to the TV. The man frowned and crumpled the sticky note up. That was the last time Peter was going out without him. He already knew his dads were going to be upset that he was hurt, espeically since it was one of Wade's past enemies. The scarred man shook his head went back out to Peter who was already trying to get his suit off of himself. "Hey, let me help alright?" Peter groaned as he jostled his wrist. The older man's blood began to boil once more as he looked at the appendage. "Baby boy, I am gonna have to set it in order for it to heal correctly."

The younger man nodded behind a winced face and gritted, bloody teeth. Wade hated the sight. "It's not your fault, Wade."

That was enough for Wade to stand and kick the coffee table. Peter didn't mean to flinch. "It is my fucking fault, Peter. He is the only man I cannot fucking kill. And he found you. Just like he found her. He found you. Do you understand me?" Wade was in Peter's face now. The younger glared into the man's brown eyes. Wade's facial expression went slack and he put a hand on the man's face. "I am sorry." Without the other realizing it, Wade snapped the wrist back in place. Peter screamed and his back arched off the couch slightly before he fell back into it, drawing blood from his lip. 

"I-I didn't know it was him when I heard about it. If I knew, I would have called. He got to me before I even got to him." Wade continued wrapping each wound in gauze. The wind from outside blew in slightly, reminding Wade of the gaping hole in the side of his apartment. That wasn't what worried him right now. "Wade." Wade stopped what he was doing and met the other's brown orbs looking back at him. 

"Peter, I am not upset with you. I'm sorry. I just wish I could have done something. He will be back. And when he does come back, your Dad and I will already have something that keeps him gone. For good. Because if there is one thing your Dad and I agree on, it is your safety. End of story," Wade looked back down and continued to clean any open wounds. Peter didn't say anything but hissed about a sting every now and then. Wade was able to pull Peter up and have him lean against him as he put his sweatpants on him. Then followed with a t-shirt. "Let's get you to the tower, alright? I'm sure your dads have already seen the news." Peter did his best to look at the glowing screen of the TV. He watched as he appeared on screen, practically getting mopped by the other guy. Wade huffed as he noticed it too. "I will fucking kill him."

"No," Peter murmuered into Wade's shoulder. Wade didn't answer, saving them both the arguement. 

The larger man found his own shirt to put on and came back to Peter half asleep on the couch. Before the other man could argue, Wade lifted him bridal style and went out the door, Dopinder already waiting in his taxi. The door was hard to unlock, but Wade managed. He left it unlocked, not caring if someone entered it. The dishes that were supposed to be done clattered in the sink as the mercenary slammed the door shut, and the breakfast that was supposed to be ate had gone cold on the floor.