Wade ran into the alley.
He was being chased by four men in dark clothing and they were shouting something at him but he couldn't understand what they were saying over the sound of the rain and his panicked breathing. He looked back for a second to see how far away he had gotten when he realized only three were behind him.
Wait. He thought. Weren't there four of them?
Just as Wade turned back, he ran right into the fourth man who started making kissing noises at him. The light above them allowed Wade to see his face better now and he couldn't help but think that this dude looked like Backstreet Boys reject with his black bandana, black hoodie, and off-brand Ken doll face.
He was pulled out of his thoughts when one of the guys behind him made snarling noises while another grabbed his arm. Wade whirled around and threw an elbow at the nearest man hitting him in the face.
"Get off!" He screamed and then he turned back around to kick Ken Doll in his twig and berries hard enough disable him momentarily. And hopefully forever. This douchebag shouldn't be able to procreate.
One of them grabbed his shoulder from behind, spun him around, and slammed him against the brick wall. His jacket was already soaked from earlier and Wade could feel the water seeping into his dress, but before his back could start to feel the chill from the rain he was flipped to his front with his face pressed up against the rough brick. A hand made its way down to his ass while the other kept him pressed up against the wall. Just as the hand grazed over his lower back the man was yanked away. Wade turned around surprised, but extremely grateful, at the abrupt loss of an entire person from behind him. He realized that not only was the man holding him up against the wall now non the middle of the alley but the other 3 were also there.
The grunts and groans from in front of him told him that his four assaulters were now the ones being assaulted but the darkness of the alley and how hard the sky was pouring made it hard to see his savior very well. When the groans had quieted down, Wade thought he had seen a figure run down one of the connecting alleys and ran towards it, stepping over the unconscious bodies of the asshats in black. Reaching the mouth of the alley, he stopped when he didn't see anyone down it.
Where could they have gone? He wondered and just as he turned around to leave a voice cut through the darkness.
"You have a knack for getting in trouble."
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The sound of a window opening woke Wade up. Groggily he sat up and turned to the window to see what the fuck was making that noise. There was a figure crouched in the windowsill with one leg hanging out on the fire escape and the other already inside. Wade watched as the figure climbed the rest of the way in and closed the window as quietly as they could. While they were still facing the window they dropped a backpack on the floor and took their jacket off, throwing it on the chair in front of the desk. He wondered what idiot burglar takes their jacket off when they steal things but then it clicked. It was Peter trying to sneak into his room so he wouldn't wake Aunt May.
"Hey-0 there daddy-0" Wade said casually.
Peter jumped, not knowing that where the voice came from, and wildly looked around until he spotted Wade's outline cross-legged on his bed.
"Oh my god Wade. You almost gave me a heart attack." He breathed out.
"Yeah yeah. Whatever. You wouldn't guess the dream I just had," Wade started excitedly. "I was walking and these dudes started following me so I ran down an alley, which was pretty hard because I was wearing heels and a dress, oh did I mention I'm a girl in this dream? Anyways I ran down this alley..."
Peter tuned him out as he walked across his room to go turn on the light. As much as he loved hearing about Wade's dreams, he was not in the mood for it right now. His head hurt and was exhausted from his long day and he just wanted to lie down. He flipped the switch on his desk lamp, he sat down in his chair glancing up to make sure his door was locked.
"...And then it ended with you but not you somehow, I'll explain that in a minute..." Wade trailed off, his jaw going slack as Peter swiveled around, finally seeing him in the light.
He looked like hell. With a black eye, a bruise forming on the left side of his face, and a split lip, you could tell he'd gotten into a fight. And lost big time.
"Who the flippity fuck did this?!" Wade shouted.
"No one Wade" Peter sighed. "And keep it down. Aunt May is sleeping."
"Like hell it was no one. When I find that shit swizzler I'm going to to turn him into a fucking kebab."
"Not right now. It's too late and I just want to go to bed" Peter rubbed his temple but winced when he pressed too hard.
"Nope. You're getting cleaned up first. As hot as you look covered in blood, I don't need you getting infected wounds." Before Peter could protest, Wade got up, grabbed Peters hand and dragged him to the bathroom. He rummaged through the cabinet until he found alcohol, cotton balls, and some bandaids. Peter hoped that none of the wounds were bad enough to need stitches because those would be hard to explain to Aunt May in the morning.
Watching Wade douse a cotton ball in alcohol, Peter braced for the sting.
"Ok Spidey. This is gonna sting like a mother so..." Wase trailed off as he dabbed a gash that he hadn't seen earlier on Peter's hairline.
"OW!" He whisper shouted. "Dammit I'm never prepared for that."
"I told ya it was gonna hurt like a mother. Lets get that wrapped up. Heh heh. Wrapped up." Wade said chuckling at his choice in words.
"Seriously Wade? Right now? You needed to make a dick joke right now?"
"Hey it just came out." He replied put his hands up in the air. "Speaking of..." His face softening, "is that the reason you got used as a punching bag?"
"I don't know. Maybe? Flash is a huge dick. I can't tell you why he does anything."
"Well, you're all fixed up. Lets go to bed." Wade stated walking Peter over to his bed and getting under the covers.
"Ok sure. Just promise me one thing." Peter whispered, following Wade's actions and getting under the covers.
"Depends."
"Let this go. Please."
"Oh no can do Charlotte. I'm going to find the asshole and fuck him up until he looks like Freddy Krueger face-fucked a topographical map of Utah."
"Wow... that was um.. Graphic but sweet... I think? Anyways. Goodnight Wade."
"Night Petey-pie"
Peter switched off the light and fell asleep with Wade's arm wrapped around his waist.
