The Babysitter

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Hate school.

Sorry this took so long. <3

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"Ew! No one likes pineapples on pizza, Wade," Peter squealed, grimacing in disgust.

"Pietro does!" Wade argued. Peter snapped his head to me.

"You do?"

I just shrugged, "I don't really care. What about you Alex?"

"Um, cheese?"

"Wow, that's helpful," Wade scoffed.

I smacked Wade in the back of his fat head and he gave a rather unmanly yelp.

"How about we get half cheese and half pepperoni?" I suggested. Peter smiled proudly with that answer and Wade began whining.

"But that's so plain," he complained.

"Sucks for you," I said going up to order the pizza.

We all took a seat in a booth after, waiting for our food. Alex and I sat on one side with Peter and Wade on the other side. We made small talk, but Wade wouldn't shut up about his pineapple and ham pizza.

"If I kiss you, will you shut up?" Peter asked, clearly aggravated. Wade's eyes widened at the opportunity and I knew Peter just made a mistake that he'd regret for the rest of their relationship. Wade was going to be all over him like white on rice.

"Not at the table, Wade," I warned.

"Fuck off, Maximoff," he said before lunging for Peter's lips. Wade had cupped Peter's face in his hands and kissed him deeply.

Alex made a disgusted sound and I covered his eyes. His heart sped up as I pulled him to my chest and and had wrapped one of my arms around him to cover his eyes.

"Horny bastard," I mumbled causing Alex to giggle. I silently cursed myself for loving the sound. Or maybe I should love the sound? I just keep clinging to this small thought that Clint and I might have a chance.

Then again, I'm underage. A seventeen year old in a relationship with a twenty seven year old? I don't think that'll fly well.

Wade thankfully pulled away from Peter a few seconds later when the pizza was set on our table.

"Food!" He cheered before grabbing two slices right off the bat.

We all laughed and took some from our selves. We talked and laughed until it was around five o'clock.

"Coach is gonna be pissed if we're not there in time for warm ups," I told Wade.

"Oh, yeah. Let's go," Wade agreed, cleaning up his trash.

I started sliding out of the booth when I was stopped by a small hand on my sleeve. My eyes met Alex's in a curious gaze.

"I want to go to the game," he said softly. It was the most he'd said since we got here. I smiled widely and nodded in understanding.

"Let's get going then," I grinned.

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The crowd was going crazy. My heart was beating like crazy. I was nearly out of breath, sweat matting my hair to my scalp as I took my helmet off.

"Pietro!"

I looked up from my Gatorade in time to see Wade barreling towards me. He, too, had helmet hair and a wide smile on his face.

"Ow, Wade!"

He had tackled me to the ground and kissed me smack on the forehead. He weighed twice as much as usual because of all the football pads he was wearing.