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Peter Parker was walking to class when a blur of blond flashed by, knocking over his books. He picked them up, sighing. He was Spider-Man, yet he was the doormat and rag doll of the high school.
The blur of blond was the infamous Wade Wilson. The school's sweet talker, infamous prankster, and "mercenary". You want a guy beat up, call Wade. He mainly is covered up, because of the dark pink scars that litter his body. Even though no one teases him for it, (if they did they would get a face full of fist) Wade was insecure. But even the scars, burns, and anxiety that riddled him couldn't stop the Casanova that was Wade Wilson.
Wade was late for History, one of the classes he had with Peter, who trailed close behind.
"What's the big idea?! Can't you be a bit more cautious, or at least help me out?" Peter steamed, glaring into the other's eyes.
"Woah! Calm it baby boy, I'm just in a hurry!" Wade retorted. There was only a year age-gap, but Wade still made it huge.
Peter opened his mouth to argue, but instead a pink rushed up to his cheeks. Peter shot one more glare before speed walking through the now deserted hallway.
Almost like a scolded puppy, Wade followed cautiously, but close behind.
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After the teacher wrote them up, they sat down at took out their materials. Wade hadn't done the homework, so he turned to the girl next to him,"Hey sweetheart, would you mind if I copied your homework? If you do, there is something in it for you." He added with a wink, awaiting her answer.
Peter glared at the girl with pure hatred in his eyes. He was think of all the words that could describe her, quite a colorful set of words.
"Sure, just don't let her see you," she whispered to Wade.
"Thanks babe! Oh, and she doesn't care, nothing worry about." Wade started coping the homework.
"I need to get something from the printer," Ms. Romanoff sighed, leaving the class room, with about every guy (and a few girls) in class staring at her "form-fitting slacks".
"I guess I owe you now...,"Wade cooed, making Peter flush behind him.
Wade closed the gap between him and the girl, and kissed her well, before going back to drawing something on his paper, like nothing happened.
Peter watched the whole thing, wishing it were him, on the receiving end of that kiss. Wait- what? That was odd... I don't like Wade- let alone like guys!
After a few minutes Ms. Romanoff returned, holding a stack of pamphlets, and other papers. "Alright class, we're going to do a poster board project. We will be researching superheroes, that help our community," She was cut off by sighs and glares,"ahem. We will be working in pairs, and they will be picked at first, if you choose wisely, you will keep your partner, if not, they will be assigned."
A knock was heard, and Ms. Romanoff quickly walked out. It was Mr. Barton. When wasn't it? What everyone else thought was flirting, was actually them out discussing the current mission.
Quickly the class broke apart into groups. Azari and Francis, Phineas and Ferb, James and Kathrine, were only some of the people who seemingly shot off like rockets to be paired together. Soon enough the whole class was in pairs except for Wade. He looked around, and asked a few of his 'friends', but they all had a partner.
Mrs. Romanoff looked around the room and approved everyone, and forcefully paired the reluctant Wade and the flushed Peter.
"Alrighty then Petey! Who are 'we' mostly you going to research?" Wade said, still doodling on his paper.
"I was thinking my dad," Peter almost mumbled, still feeling a bit betrayed by Ms. Romanoff.
"Which one?" Wade chuckled.
"Pops- I mean Captain America, since he has a rich history."
"Alright, seems fair enough, but I always found Spider-Man interesting, so well known, but yet a mystery," Wade blushed a bit as he spoke of his favorite hero. "Besides! Have you ever seen his ass? Spandex sure does him justice...."
"So who should it be? I still think Captain America is fine," He said quickly to hide his embarrassment.
"Cap is fine, but not as fine as Spidey's rear!" Wade snorted.
"What is with you and your crush on Spider-Man? I thought you were straight!"
"Nope, either area is in my expertise. I'm as straight as a bendy straw, plus I am pretty flexible." He winked, sending shivers up Peter's spine.
"So who is it? Captain or Spider-Man. My vote is still on the cutesy wootsey spider."
Cap!" Peter retorted, like lighting, almost as it he were suspicious, but Wade put it off.
"Since this is a long term assignment," Ms. Romanoff rose her voice above the chattering teenagers," You'll have to give your address, email, or phone number, since I will not give you time in class."
Wade nudged Peter,"I would rather go to your house... my parents aren't what you call good parents, let alone parents." He said with sorrow and a hint of anger in his voice.
Peter patted Wade's back in a comforting manner,"You know we're to find me; Stark Tower is my house." He said, wishing he could actually relate.
The poor guy had cancer, and his parents didn't do a thing, just the school. The whole school raised funds and had raffles and things of that nature, and we raised enough for him to get this treatment. After that, he came back to school, and was a lot stronger, and seemed not to get hurt anymore.
Wade sighed, but still had a smile. Peter thought, this guy never looks sad, maybe its true, or maybe he have been covering up pain for too long.
Ms. Romanoff dismissed the whole class before the bell, and Peter thought how weird his teachers were, Mr. Banner for science, Mr. Barrow for Physical education, Mr. Braddock for language arts and Mr. Logan for Math.
Peter was quite happy with it being the end of the day, since it was Friday. He packed up his backpack, and ran to the bus. His dad always fussed about that he could get him a car or something, but Peter wanted to ride the bus. It made him feel remotely normal.
Wade, on the other hand had to walk a mile and a half home from school. Through rain, sleet, hail, snow, wind, heat, everything. And even when he got home, he was neglected, yelled at, and beaten. But, not today! Wade made it his main priority to get to Stark Tower.
"Jarvis, I'm home!" Peter bellowed, throwing his bag.
"Welcome home, Master Peter. Your fathers are still on their mission."
"Alright, thanks!" Peter smiled, while grabbing a banana. He sat down and started to play some video games. He was about an hour in, when Jarvis interrupted.
"Master Peter, there is a young man at the door."
"Well who is it?"
"I don't know, but he has a matching hat and hoodie. All seem to have red and black patterns."
"Wade..." Peter took in a deep breath,"let 'em up, its Wade."
"Right away, sir."
Wade hadn't seen such nice things since he was in the hospital, and even that wasn't as nearly as homey. After a little bit if waiting, an elevator opened. The elevator lead up to Peter's living floor. He smiled at Peter,"'Sup, Peter!" he held up his hand, expecting a high-five.
"Wade, you have to call first," Peter scolded,"but, hi...."
"Someone is grumpy! Oh, and, I didn't quite come here to work on the project,"Wade admitted.
"Then why did you come?"
"I was kinda kicked out of my house, and they took all my money too, so if I can't afford a hotel. So I thought I'll stay at a friend's house! Soooo then I remembered about you! I walked all the way here, so can I stay? Pretty please~?"Wade rambled on some more, until Peter stopped him.
"Sure, you can stay here but, if my dads come home, you have to stay somewhere else."
"Awwww ye! SLUMBERPARTY!" Wade cheered. He hugged Peter and started jumping up and down.
"Rule one, none of... that. Rule two, don't go into my parent's room or the lab. Rule three, don't do anything stupid if I leave you alone, like use one of the Iron-Man suits! Rule four, if my dads come home, go in the guest bedroom, then I'll deal with the questions. Got it?"
"Awww Petey, you're no fun!"
"Keep that up and your visit will be cut short."
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Edited as of Febuary 12th 2016
P.S. If it's still showing the "dedicated to ", it's not dedicated to that bitch