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20^th March 2024 – 4:00pm

“You should have woken me up sooner,” Spiderman tells Deadpool for the third time as they exit the taxi and stand before Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters.

“Are you going deaf or something Spidey? Cause I’ve told you I don’t care like five times already. I can sign it out if you’d like,” Deadpool sasses back, having none of it. He’s not the least bit upset that he let himself and Spiderman sleep in later than they probably should have for such a prominent day. Peter had seemed too peaceful to wake, nothing like when he actually did wake up and realized how late in the afternoon it was.

“We are almost an hour late,” Peter reminds the former mercenary.

“The Purge doesn’t start for another two hours Spidey would you relax? Get a cocktail or some Xanax or something,” Deadpool jokes while the pair walk down the front lawns to the door.

To Peter’s surprise there’s still kids running around everywhere he looks. A red headed boy has duplicated enough of himself to play a whole game of volleyball. A group of three kids, all in the age range of about 10-16, running faster than the eye can see around the track while another kid stands in boredom holding a timer. There’s a group of kids playing frisbee, and several kids and teens laid out on the lawn with textbooks and laptops. All in all, it looks like another normal day at the estate. No one is setting up walls, or boarding the windows, or crying– Peter and Wade don’t get it.

Back in the city, most of Peter’s neighbors could be heard crying through the thin walls. Others were drilling in extra deadbolts and even whole new metal doors. During the drive over they’d seen plenty of people just walking about and seemingly enjoying the last rays of sunshine for the day, but they’d also seen the opposite. The shops were all closing down early, pushing customers out the door so the employees could lock up and leave for their own homes–or wherever they planned to go. Some shops were also adding extra doors and chains, none looking very inviting. The bank they also passed had what looked like three different large vans with men and woman all wearing Kevlar and holding large guns stepping out of them–the banks new security detail. Stark tower had also already opened its doors for anyone who could pass the metal detector and needs a place to hide away for the night. The strangest things they’d passed on their way out of the city–was the street parties. The Purge doesn’t officially start until 6pm, but already some streets were completely closed down, and different street vendors and dj’s set up. There were throngs of people already flocking to them, ready to start a night of nonstop-no police interference partying. Peter doesn’t even want to begin to imagine the horrors that will surely follow those partygoers in just a few short hours.

Here though, everything seems like it always does. Peter and Wade, judging by the way he keeps eyeing the kids like they aren’t real, feel something is weird about this. They quicken their pace inside.

As Peter pushes the large oak doors open to the entrance and goes to step inside, his senses ring off the same moment Wade grabs him from behind to pull him back–and a flowerpot smashes down from above, right where Peter had been headed.

“The hell!?” Peter exclaims as he tries to gather himself.

“Yeah same question,” Deadpool says, but his tone isn’t as light as it had been a moment ago. He still has one hand on Peter’s shoulder and his other is itching towards his gun on his belt.

“Sorry!” They hear a high pitched voice yell at them from the top of the stairwell. The two men look up to see a little girl surrounded by a group of teens, her blushing furiously while the others snicker. “I’m so sorry it was an accident!”

“What in the fuckery is this?” Deadpool exclaims now, his anxieties dropping away once more as he realizes there is no present danger. “All of you, get your rich butts down here.” At Deadpool’s request the girl starts running down the steps so quick Peter is worried she’ll fall. The group of young teens lingers more, groaning and dragging their feet as they head down.

Peter takes another look at the smashed plant on the floor in front of him before taking a step past it further into the building. Deadpool keeps close to Peter and follows by his side until the girl and then the others are down the steps and standing in front of them. Now Deadpool steps closer to them and raises an eyebrow through his mask. “Who’s gonna tell us what’s going on here first?” Wade demands, and Peter is almost shocked at how…parental Wade is managing to act.

Peter also takes the moment to asses the group. Besides the little girl who can’t be any older than ten, there’s about four older kids, probably around seventeen or so, and they look more bored than anything else.

“I’m so sorry I was just practicing with my friends when it just went a bit out of control and the door opening scared me so the pot just…flew at you…I’m so sorry,” The little girl says, her voice frantic as she adds a bow at the end, keeping her head down. At least two of the older kids snicker at her as she does so.

“Training?” Spiderman questions skeptically, looking around the very nice-looking foyer. “This doesn’t really seem like the area for that.”

“I know, I’m so sorry,” the little girl’s voice reaches them from where she still remains with her head bowed in respect to both Spiderman and Deadpool.

“Were you training,” Deadpool asks as he crouches down in front of the little girl. “Or was somebody putting you up to something?” He looks towards the older kids, who either scoff or look away from his gaze entirely.

“Umm,” the little girl practically squeaks, raising her head slightly to look at Deadpool, and then the kids behind her, then back to the alpha. “I don’t know.” At first, Peter is slightly nervous what Deadpool will say, but those nerves melt right away as Deadpool’s face breaks out into a grin.

“Good job kid, remember,” Wade says, placing a hand on her tiny shoulder. “snitches get stitches, but also, bullies always get what’s coming to them.” With that said Wade gives her a wink before standing and narrowing his eyes at the older kids.

“We didn’t even do anything,” One of the older boys says, flipping his head to move his dyed red bangs out of his eyes as he does.

“Riigghhttt and I’m Emmy award nominated actor Ryan Reynold,” Deadpool replies, rising to his full height as Spiderman comes to stand next to him.

“Dude,” one of the older girls says defensively.

“I prefer dudette if we’re using formalities,” Deadpool jokes, looking to Peter to see if he laughs.

“And I prefer not nearly getting killed before The Purge,” Spiderman adds in, pointedly not looking at Deadpool so he won’t crack.

“So during The Purge?” One of the oldest looking of the boys jokes, but Peter has a hard time seeing any light in his eyes. It’s like his smile just isn’t quite right, doesn’t reach his eyes all the way.

“Where are the Professor and the other teachers?” Peter asks, clearing his throat and taking another look around the foyer. He notices Wade step closer to him, but he doesn’t comment on it at the moment.

“They left maybe half an hour ago,” The same older girl from before answers, trying to look disinterested as she does so.

“They left already!?” Spiderman shouts in pure disbelief. “They didn’t even wait for us to get here?”

“Now that’s fu-I mean messed up,” Wade adds, glancing down at the little girl briefly. “Do you know if they left us a message?”

“You could check the danger room,” The oldest looking boy says, his eyes drifting from Wade to Peter.

“No thanks,” Peter says the same moment Wade replies “Little sociopath.” Peter raises an eyebrow at Wade, but the alpha just shrugs at him.

“Alright then get lost little humans, the adults are done with you for now,” Wade says, waving his hands at them to move along.

“That’s it?” The little girls asks, her eyes only on Wade.

“Yup,” He says. “just don’t let these little twerps get you into trouble, okay? I don’t want to see you on Interpol in a few years alright, good.”

With that said, the girl gives Wade a big toothy grin before skipping away down the back hallway, not even bothering to look back at the older kids. Without quite as much haste or enthusiasm the older children do leave, each giving the older hero’s lingering glances as they head down a different hallway.

With them gone Wade turns to face Peter. “That was fucking weird,” He states.

“Yeah no kidding,” Peter mutters, bringing his hand up to rub the back of his head. “So much for a warm welcome.”

“I never get those,” Wade grins at Peter, and to that the omega does give him a smile.

“I’m gonna call Scott and figure out what’s going on,” Peter says, a smile still on his lips as he goes for his work phone.

“So when did you finally add the pockets? It’s a great touch,” Wade says casually as Spiderman pulls the thin phone out of the tiny pocket on his thigh.

“Hmm, maybe last month? I got tired of you complaining that my book bag looked trashy,” Peter responds even as he waits for Scott to pick up the phone.

“To be fair,” Wade says, making sure his eyes meet Peter’s. “that book bag looked older than me and old three claws combined.” Peter huffs into his phone before turning his back on the alpha. He still quite likes that book bag.

It’s only a few minutes later, after a minimal amount of talking, that Peter hangs up the phone and puts it away again. “Well?” Wade asks impatiently. “What’s going on, did somebody have a stroke?”

Peter rolls his eyes before he answers. “No, they decided to head out early because the Professor was picking up on distress calls from new mutants earlier than they expected. Also, they’re not very happy we were late, so that didn’t help. But Summers did say that they already told the students exactly what to do at 6pm and that the security system will automatically activate. So, everything should be all set,” Peter explains.

Deadpool is nodding along with Peter until he can finally ask, “Can I go find the wheeley chair now? Pleaseee?”

“No,” Peter answers quickly, crossing his arms.

“Oh come on, we still have an hour and a half before this shit show starts and I wanna take advantage while I still can!” Wade practically whines at the omega.

“No,” Peter answers again, his expression schooled into nothingness. “Let’s check out the safe rooms downstairs first, I wanna make sure they’re stocked like Scott said they would be.” Wade lets out a long, loud groan, but follows right along as Spiderman turns to head towards the secret elevator to downstairs.

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20^th March 2024 – 5:50pm

“Okay, that should do it, we are completely set for tonight,” Peter says aloud in one of the smaller kitchens of the estate. Wade sits on the table and stares up at an older TV that’s playing the news for the city. By now any reporters still out on the streets also have a security detail around them.

“Can you believe this? These asshats are still out there partying,” Wade says with a shake of his head. “Do they really not realize it’s about to be Bloody Sunday times the red massacre times doomsday?”

Peter glances at his friend before walking closer to him. “They are idiots, I have to admit that much,” he concedes, but his eyes aren’t on the TV, they’re on Wade.

“I get partying Spidey, wanting to take advantage of some chaos to have some real fun, but this…they’re just gonna end up like Ben Drowned,” Deadpool says almost solemnly, his eyes still on the reporter interviewing a group of French tourists all decked out in American themed merchandise.

“Was he a friend of yours?” Peter asks sincerely, taking another step closer to the alpha so he’s standing right in front of him.

“What? Oh ha, no,” Wade laughs and shakes his head. “I’m just being stupid myself.”

Peter puts one hand on Wade’s chest and the alpha freezes, only his eyes move to glance down at the omega. Peter hums in thought for a second, his hand gingerly moving back and forth over Wade’s heart and he lowers his head closer to his chest as well. “Hmm, I don’t know Wade, your heart’s still beating, so I guess I’d have to agree with you,” Peter says with a firm nod.

“Pardon?” Wade asks in pure confusion.

“Well you’re still alive, so of course you’re being stupid,” Peter says, and a toothy half grin cracks open on his face.

“Oh fuck off,” Wade laughs as he pushes a laughing Peter back. Peter grabs Wade’s hand as he pushes him and doesn’t let go. He just, holds his wrist for a moment, and right as he does go to let go, Wade turns his hand around to intertwine his fingers with Peter’s. “You have tiny hands,” The alpha jokes.

“Not all of us have giant alpha hands now do we?” Peter snorts back, but still doesn’t move his hand. Instead, Peter leans closer to Wade and turns to rest his back against the table between Wade’s legs.

Wade wants to wrap his legs around Peter and pull him even closer, but he settles for squeezing his hand. “Coming from one of the tallest omega’s around,” Wade jokes back.

“Maybe you’re just a short alpha,” Peter jokes, but he leans his back further against the table so he’s now resting mostly on Wade’s chest.

“Oh yeah that’s me, a proper shorty,” Wade snorts, and with his other hand he begins to rub the back of Peter’s hand. Just as Peter opens his mouth to respond, they hear a knock in the doorway.

Looking over they see a younger mutant, probably late high school standing there clad in his X-men training suit. “Hey,” The boy says, giving them an upwards nod.

Peter thanks the lord for his mask as he feels his face heat up to a hundred degrees. Has he really just been caught by some random kid…doing…whatever it is that him and Wade are currently doing. He knows what this looks like, him standing between the alpha’s legs with their hands folded together. It looks very…intimate.

“Uh, sorry to err, interrupt,” The boy says, seeming awkward as he stands in the doorway looking at them. Then, the young man does something that would normally make Peter want to fight. The young mutant tilts his neck slightly to the side to expose his muscles. The teenager, and if Peter had just smelled the air, a young alpha, is trying to show he means no threat–but not to Peter.

“What?” Wade asks the young alpha, his hand only tightening in Peter’s, leaving the omega little room to move away now.

The mutant stays in the doorway and bows his head some when Wade speaks. “It’s just, it’s starting in a few minutes and the little kids are starting to get antsy,” The teen answers, his eyes darting between Spiderman and Deadpool.

“We’re coming,” Spiderman says this time, his gaze softening on the young man as he realizes he’s just here for the little ones.

The young mutant gives Spiderman a nod, and then looks to Deadpool and gives him a nod as well before turning on his heels and taking a single step up before he levitates back down the hallway.

In the young mutant’s wake, the room reverts back to silence. Peter looks back up to Wade, and Wade down to Peter. The alpha gives his hand one more squeeze before looking him in the eyes and saying, “Sorry.”

Peter scrunches his eyebrows together and tightens his own grip in the alpha’s hand. “For what?” He asks.

“You hate the formalities thing,” Wade says like it’s an answer.

“Oh,” Peter says with a blink of his eyes. “Yeah I do, but you didn’t start that. The kid’s probably still figuring out what to do and when, I know that too.”

Deadpool nods. “Yeah, he probably only presented this year if that, guy looked sixteen if anything,” Wade says with a slight chuckle. “I bet if I’d raised my voice he would have cried.”

Peter pushes Wade’s chest back with his free hand. “Would you be nice, he’s just a kid,” Peter chastises the older man halfheartedly, he has a feeling Wade is probably right though.

“A kid that can fly, he can fly Petey I don’t feel bad for him,” Wade says, a smile on his face. The smile falters some as Peter snorts but pulls his hand away. Wade lets him go but he doesn’t want to. He can’t even remember why they were so close, but he already misses it. He feels comfy when he’s near Peter, like he’s calmer and the voices in his mind have less to say, he wonders if Peter feels the same way? Minus the voices of course.

Peter takes another step back and shakes his head clear, trying to think of the real issues and not the alpha in front of him. “Come on,” He says. “we don’t wanna be late, the kids will freak.”

Wade pushes off of the table to follow the omega. As they exit the kitchen and head down the brightly lit hallway Peter can’t help but wonder just how the professor plans to lock down a building of this size. Sure, they already have the majority of the kids tucked away in the secret basement, but what about the upstairs? There’s easily over a hundred windows and different balcony doors all around the estate.

“Hey how do you think–” Peter begins to ask his alpha but is cut off by a blaring alarm going off seemingly through every wall speaker in the building. Peter has to cover his ears it’s so loud with his super hearing it’s borderline painful. The alarm continues for a solid thirty seconds before it suddenly stops. A second alarm, a slightly less loud but more high-toned alarm, starts ringing, and then they hear metal moving. The pair look all around the hallway and see every single window has a thick sheet of metal coming down overtop of them. From the sound of it, they can guess that every single window and door to the mansion is currently being covered by a protective layer of armor.

After a solid minute of hearing metal grinding and the alarm ringing, there’s one final thump of metal, and it all falls quiet. There’s some creaks and groans from the wood and fresh metal coverings adjusting, but besides that the only noises are Peter and Wade’s breathing.

“Does that answer your question?” Wade is finally able ask, turning his head to eye Peter, and frowning at how the man is just now taking his hands off his ears. Peter grunts in response at him before continuing down the hallway.

The two manage to make it to the elevator without any further incidents. When the doors click open in the basement, they’re greeted by the sight of over a dozen kids, all clad in yellow suits, waiting right outside the doors with big eyes and a few runny noses.

“Oh my god it’s just like it’s a small world,” Wade whispers to Peter.

“Okay kiddos let’s get back to the safe rooms yeah? It’s almost dinner time right?” Peter asks the general throng of children.

“You’re late!” One little boy, maybe around ten or so yells up at them through loud sniffles.

“No, you’re early,” Wade says now, and moves out of the elevator into the metal hallway with Peter following behind. The kids move like they’re Moses and part quickly for them and follow closely behind and around.

“It’s 5:59,” One of the older girls says and points at her phone screen.

“So I’m one minute early is what I’m hearing?” Deadpool asks, but he isn’t waiting for an answer. He heads down the hall before taking a right and entering one of the larger rooms they’d set up earlier. The room itself is all metal and mostly a bare white. The only color to help break the monotony is what lies on the numerous bunk beds that fill the room. Each kid brought something they wanted with them–or several things in some cases. There are special blankets, pillow, teddy bears, toys, phones, snacks, comfort items, and iPads littered throughout the room for whichever kid thought it was important enough to bring it. There’s several kids and teens still sitting on their temporary beds or on their friends or simply on the floor, they all stop their conversations and eye them as they enter.

“¡Hola clase!” Wade says before giving everyone in the room a cheerful wave, seemingly not noticing the palpable tension.

A series of confused “Hola? Hi? Who are you again?” Rings throughout the room and Deadpool seems offended.

“I’m here all the time guys,” Wade practically pouts at the room of children.

“Deadpool,” Spiderman decides to cut in, giving his friend a ‘come on’ look. Then Spiderman turns his focus back to the rest of the room. “Is this everyone?” He asks one of the older teens, who nods at him. “Okay good, then we’re all set. You all know who we are, we’re Spiderman and Deadpool and the Professor asked us to come and stay the night with you all. We should all also know what’s going on tonight, and that it’s very important we all stay in the basement no matter what, okay?”

In response Peter gets a series of blank stares, teary eyes, and then, “what if there’s a fire?” From one of the teenagers lounging against the side wall.

“Obviously if there’s a fire we’ll get everyone outside, but that won’t happen,” Spiderman answers calmly, seeing how upset most of the younger kids already are.

“What if we get attacked?” One of the younger looking boys asks, his eyes on the older teenagers, hoping for their approval.

“We won’t, as far as people know this is just a boarding school,” Spiderman answers, trying to keep his voice light.

“This is a boarding school,” Another one of the teens leaning against the wall says flatly.

“Okay enough of this chit chat, let’s watch the tv, should be something good on,” Wade cuts in, his voice louder than the teen’s had been but still trying to be humorous.

Most of the room turns to watch Wade go to the large panel on the wall and start hitting buttons. Next thing they know, the wall flickers from white to the Daily Bugle.

“I didn’t know that was a tv,” Spiderman says, raising a questioning eyebrow at Deadpool, who just shrugs at him and turns the volume up.

The Bugle is currently on a reporter whose seemingly in an undisclosed room a few floors up above Times Square. The camera goes from being incredibly zoomed in on the woman to going out a large window and catching the scene on the ground. There are hundreds of people, packed in like they’re roaring up for the New Year’s Eve ball drop. Some of the people even seem to be wearing the same festive accessories: big glasses that say 2024, I ❤️ NYC T-shirts, party horns, and lots of hands holding brown paper bags with what’s certainly (is) not alcohol already. The voice of the reporter speaks as the camera zooms in on different people partying below.

“Now that The Purge is about to start in only one minute, people are really getting fired up down there. If you look towards the–” The reporter states but is cut off completely as the screen flashes black, then red, and an alarm rings out.

Wade knows he doesn’t have hair, but he swears he feels his arm hairs raise at the blaring noise. It’s different than any alarm he’s ever heard before. He turns his head to see Spiderman with his hands over his ears, but his eyes still on the red screen. Suddenly Deadpool feels something touching his leg, and upon looking down he sees the same little girl they’d talked to earlier clinging onto his suit. He gives her an awkward pat on the head for reassurance. Looking around the room he sees most of the older kids seem mostly fine, some bored and some clearly stressed. The younger kids don’t seem to be fairing as well, holding each others' hands and sticking close to their friends– but they all watch the screen. Wade turns his gaze back to the announcement as well.

The alarm stops, and is followed by a series of three chirps, before quiet. Just as they think that might be it, a woman’s melodic voice speaks and an accompanying scroll of text plays on the screen.

“This is not a test. This is your emergency broadcasting system announcing the commencement of the Annual Purge, sanctioned by the U.S. Government. Weapons of class 4 and lower have been authorized for use during The Purge. All other weapons are restricted. Government officials of ranking 3 or higher have been granted immunity from the Purge and shall not be harmed.”

Peter can see one of the kids sitting near him, maybe around thirteen or fourteen, begin to cry. The young boy doesn’t move a hand to stop the tears that fall from his cheeks. Without another though Peter puts a hand on the boy’s shoulder and gives him a squeeze. The boy glances up at him and gasps as he sees it’s him. Spiderman gives him a firm nod, and the boy simply nods back before turning back to the screen.

“Commencing at the siren, any and all crime, including murder will be legal for twelve consecutive hours. Police, fire, and emergency medical services will be unavailable until tomorrow morning at six a.m. when The Purge concludes.”

Peter turns his head to look at Wade the same moment Wade looks at him. The masks make it hard to read one another, but they both already know how the other is feeling. One of them just needs to breath now and the other will know their thoughts.

“Blessed be our New Founding Fathers, and America, a nation reborn. May God be with you all.”

(Siren noises. Write a description 4 spooky goosebump causing purge alarm)

 With the ear-piercing alarm finally over, Peter, and a number of the students as well, are able to remove their hands from their ears.

“I’m going to go deaf at this rate,” Spiderman grumbles to himself while shaking his head slightly. He hears a series of grunts and groans in agreement from some of the mutants around him, and he’s thrusted back into why he’s here in the first place. “Is everyone okay? Anyone’s ears actually bleeding?” He questions while looking around the room. Nobody raises their hand or speaks up.

“I’ll take a bandaid if I get a lollipop,” Deadpool offers the hero, a playful smile coming through his mask, but Peter can tell how tense the alpha truly is. The mercenary is standing to his full height, practically towering over the kids and his head keeps twitching from side to side.

“How about dinner first?” Spiderman redirects.

“Oooo dinner sounds yummy, right young comrades?” Deadpool says playfully.

Many of the kids can be seen rolling their eyes, but they follow as Deadpool heads out of the room and then down the hall and into a different room. It has the same white walls and metal floors, but there’s rows of cafeteria style benches, and a kitchen in the corner. Spiderman and Deadpool had luckily had the foresight to make dinner earlier, and the room smells of tomato and garlic.

Deadpool walks himself behind the kitchen counter and starts to stir at the pasta they’d made. Meanwhile Spiderman directs the kids towards the metal trays stacked up on the counter. Then, Spiderman watches as each and every child waits in line for Deadpool to give them a portion of spaghetti and a hunk of garlic bread. That was about the best cooking that they were gonna get from the pair.

It’s a short while later, but when every kid finally has their own plate and is seated at a table, Spiderman wanders back over to Deadpool. The alpha is tossing the pasta pot into the sink when he hears the omega approach him.

“Not a bad lunch lady for an old mercenary, am I right?” Deadpool asks him jokingly, just as lightly as he’d been talking to the kids.

“Not bad for an alpha who never cooks,” Spiderman snorts at him before moving closer and giving the man a gentle shove in the shoulder.

Deadpool raises an eyebrow. “What’s that for?” He pouts, rubbing the oh so damaged muscle.

Spiderman is still for a moment, his posture not giving much away as he stands at ease. It’s moments like this that make Deadpool want to rip that damn mask off his friend’s face. It’s much easier for him to know what Peter’s thinking when he can see his eyes, smell his scent, and read his expressions like they’re his own diary.

“You know we’ve got this, right?” Peter asks him quietly. Deadpool gives him a look that says no shit, but Peter persists. “And the Avengers and the X-Men and whoever else are going to keep as many people safe tonight as they can. Are you upset you aren’t out there?”

“What?” Deadpool questions, his eyebrows pressed together in confusion. “Why would you think I’d want to be anywhere else?”

Now Peter raises a single eyebrow at the man and places his hands on his hips. “So your first choice was watching some preteens? Doesn’t sound like you,” Peter says.

“My first choice was being with you,” Wade answers honestly, his eyes darting from the hero to the floor, and back up to the hero.

Peter is taken aback for a moment. Sure, him and Wade have accepted they’re pack mates, but Wade still hasn’t tried to make any changes in their dynamic. Wade doesn’t join him on his other patrol nights, and the only time he shows up is when, somehow, Peter really needs a hand. What should one more dangerous night mean to them?

Peter is so unsure of what to say that he can only make a deflecting joke, “What you think I’m just a damsel now? Very sexist Wade.”

Now it’s Wade’s turn to shove a shoulder into Peter’s. “You know I don’t, you kick my ugly ass pretty regularly so it’s hard to forget. No, I just, I like, I don’t know, I prefer being with you tonight, if that’s alright with you,” Wade fumbles to say as he loses all of the words the voices in his head yell at him.

Peter cocks his head to the side, only needing a moment before he says, “I’m really glad you’re here Wade.” Wade’s smile shines through his mask and his joy spills over onto Peter who returns the smile. “Who else would watch the kids while I check the cameras and do a sweep?” Peter adds in with a snort, making Deadpool push him again.

“You’re lucky I like spiders there boy-o,” Wade chides back, his smile not faltering though.

“I’ll remember that the next time you text me to come over and kill a spider in your room,” Peter shoots back. He dodge’s another push from Deadpool and starts to turn around. “If I’m not back in an hour call the cops,” He jokes as he heads to the doors.

“There’s not even fucking cops tonight, useless,” Wade calls after him, getting some strange and appalled looks from some of the students. “Oops, sorry comrades!”

Spiderman laughs to himself as the doors slide shut to the cafeteria behind him. Leave it to Wade to curse in front of the students, he thinks to himself. He walks quietly down the empty metal hallway, only knowing which room is the control room because Deadpool had showed him earlier. It’s a few minutes of walking and taking a left then passing three more doors and finally Spiderman stands outside the control room. As he approaches the doors a little screen next to the doors flickers over him, and then they open. Very neat, he thinks. Though, he has to wonder about the safety of such a device when anyone can put on a Spiderman mask.

Entering the room, he’s greeted by firstly, the lingering scent of Wade who’d been in here setting up earlier. Second, Peter sees the wall of multiple tv screens all showing a different feed from the mansion. Every door, every window, the driveway, almost every upstairs room, the back lawn; everywhere has a camera and the live feed plays boredly.

“Let’s see what we’ve got here,” Peter mutters to himself as he walks closer to the screens to take a look. There isn’t much, even giving it all the patience he can, looking from one empty screen to the next, he doesn’t see anything amiss. The omega hums to himself before checking the time. It’s only 7:30 p.m. they’ve still got plenty of time to stare blankly at led screens. There’s also no real need to check the screens, as an alarm will be triggered if anything moves on any of them. So, Peter shrugs his shoulders and heads back out of the room. He doesn’t think to wonder why there’s no animals out on the lawn, he doesn’t even consider it.
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21^st March 2024 -12:07a.m.

“Okay,” Wade whispers. “That should do it, all the whiny brats are in their bunks, probably playing subway surfers and watching TikTok’s, but in their bunks.”

“Then why are you whispering?” Peter dramatically whispers back at the man from where he stands in the white hallway just outside the other room full of sleeping students he’d checked on.

“Cause they’re right-,” Wade whispers loudly while pointing to the door he’d just exited.

“Then let’s go to the cafeteria and clean up,” Spiderman whispers back, a grin on his face.

“They didn’t pay me to clean, Spidey,” Deadpool huffs but follows the omega along down the hall and into the bright cafeteria.

“They didn’t pay you at all,” Peter laughs while heading to the kitchen area. He takes one look at the mess of tomato sauce, crumbs, dirty pots, and then turns his head to see Wade sitting backwards on one of the benches, his back against the table and watching Spiderman with a knowing look. Peter looks back from Wade to the dishes, and then sighs before throwing in the towel and heading to sit next to Wade on the bench. Wade had been sitting in the middle of the seat, so Peter pushes him over to gain some more space, but Wade pushes back.

“There’s dozens of tables in here and you pick my side of my table?” Wade asks like Peter had just used the urinal right next to him in an empty restroom.

“I gotta keep my eye on you somehow,” Peter chuckles before deciding he’d be more comfortable laid down on the bench with his head on Wade’s lap. Wade doesn’t seem to mind nearly as much as the pushing, instead adjusting his leg so Peter will be more comfortable.

“Yeah you look real alert right about now,” Wade snorts even as Peter closes his eyes.

“I’ve still got my sixth sense,” Peter huffs. “I just want to rest my eyes for a bit.”

Wade nearly burst out laughing. “The last time you told me that you fell asleep on my living room floor,” He reminds him.

“It’s your fault,” Peter mutters, his voice becoming quieter by the second.

“How is it my fault you didn’t sleep enough?” Wade snorts, and wow does he wish Peter’s mask was off so he could run his fingers through his hair right about now.

“No,” Peter mutters lamely, his eyes still closed as he rests comfortably. “Your fault my senses never work now. Told you, need to fight you more. Stupid pack bond.”

Wade cocks his head to the side and stares down at the man. “You think our bond is making your Spidey sense go haywire?” He questions.

Wade can feel Peter giving a small nod before replying, “Only when you’re around.”

“Well,” Wade almost hesitates. “what does that have to do with you falling asleep on me sugarplum?”

Even with Peter’s eyes closed Wade can see his eyebrows scrunch closer together. “You make my senses stop cause I know you’re there. You make me feel safe, even before I really knew it,” Peter manages to answer, seeming to struggle to find the right words.

Now Wade does have to pause. He isn’t sure how to respond or what to think. He knows Peter’s mentioned wanting to train with him because his Spidey sense didn’t seem to work on him, but he’d been so happy with the idea of getting to train with the man he hadn’t put much thought into the why. Peter seems to put the thought in, Wade thinks to himself as he stares down at the man in his lap.

“You make the voices calm,” Wade finally responds. His words, even only at a whisper, beat back at him from the metal walls, attacking him from every angel. He isn’t sure why, except that it’s the truth, and every time he seems to tell people the truth about things they run or die. He won’t let Peter die though. Not his Peter. Not the man laying his head in his lap, eyes closed lightly and breath coming and going evenly. The man he’d tear this world and the next apart for. The man who sleeps soundly on him, like he has more trust for the alpha than anyone else. Peter had fallen asleep quicker here than he’d passed out back at his apartment with him. He tries to reason that Peter had said he hadn’t slept till he had arrived, so he had sympathy, he didn’t sleep before getting to Peter’s either. That was why he’d just had to go see him. To take the chance Peter was just as restless as he was and very possibly, needed Wade as much as he needed him.

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March 21^st, 2024 -12:46a.m.

Peter isn’t sure what wakes him at first. He’s got half a mind it’s the hard ass bench bitting into his backside, and half a mind that his alpha is no longer near him. His eyes flutter open and he takes a look around. It’s only him in the big empty cafeteria, the lingering smell of copper and pine, and the bright lights above him. He realizes his head is much comfier than it ought to be still, so he sits up and takes a look to see one of Wade’s sachets he keeps on his belt. Peter can’t help the smile that forms on his lips at the thought of Wade carefully resting his head on the leather bag.

Then he frowns, where is Wade? Peter shakes his head clear of sleep and tries to reason that the man either went to check the cameras or to steal a wheelchair. He decides to check the security room first. While upstairs is completely safe, what with the metal windows and doors now, they still don’t need to go up there until morning.

As the omega exits the cafeteria and enters the hallway, he gets a sudden feeling of unease. He can’t place why though. From the lack of sounds he’s guessing the kids are all asleep still, and he doesn’t smell anything out of the ordinary. He tries to reason that it’s just this night, The Purge keeping him on edge…though he certainly hadn’t been on edge a little while ago laying on Deadpool. Maybe that’s it, he just misses his packmate.

So he strolls down the hall, one hand gliding along the metal wall as he goes. He passes the students rooms and pauses for a moment, but at hearing nothing he continues down the hall. He can smell Wade’s scent better now, so he must be in the security room. Peter tries to focus in on that, Wade’s fresh pine and bite of copper. It’s much better than letting his thoughts wander to what’s possibly happening outside these walls. He considers pausing to call his aunt, just to check in with her, but thinks better of it as he checks the time. With any luck his aunt and her friends will be blissfully asleep and unaware of their armed security guards right outside their door.

However, he does pause in the hallway, just a corner and some doors down from the security room, to check his phone. He pulls the device out of its secret pocket and clicks it on. As the screen loads up, he sees dozens of messages in the group chat with Harry, MJ, and Gwen. From what Peter can gather through a quick glance at all the messages, they’re all fine, they’re all at Harry’s penthouse with a hell of a lot of security to guard them. Very well-paid security at that. MJ had also sent a message in the chat directed at him, asking how he’s doing so far. Peter hums to himself before he texts back that he and his aunt are fine, heading to bed now, hope they stay safe and call him if anything happens.

 It’s just as he slides his phone back into place that the alarms begin to blare throughout the basement. He’s caught by surprise, he looks around to see the main bright white lights turn off and become replaced by a fainter white light and flashing red lights from the various alarms on the ceilings. Then, after only three or so chirps from the alarms, the noise stops. The flashing red continues, throwing off any sense of balance or ease.

“What’s going on?” Peter hears from behind him. He whirls around to see the same teenager who’d walked in on them in the kitchen earlier, standing in the doorway to one of the student’s rooms. He looks tired and his uniform is only on his lower half, but his eyes are wide. From behind the teen Peter begins to hear even more calls and cries. Then the door to the other student’s room opens as well, and two little boys, probably around thirteen, though they look younger, poke their heads out to see what’s happening.

Peter thinks quickly and straightens his spine. He looks first to the teenager and says, “Get everybody dressed, make sure everyone has a buddy, and keep them inside that room and lock the door. Don’t open it until you hear my voice or Deadpool’s.”

The teen nods quickly, his long hair hitting him in the eyes before he turns back into the room. Next Peter looks to the two boys in the other doorway. “Can I trust you two to get everyone ready in there? Just make sure everyone has their suits on and stays in there until we come back.”

One of the boys nod and goes to move, but the other boy keeps staring up at Peter. “What’s happening Spiderman?” The boy finally asks, his lower lip trembling.

“I’m not sure yet, but I’m going to go find out and Deadpool is already on it. Everything is going to be fine,” Peter tells the boy. “Now hurry before the others want to rush out here.” He tries to give the boy a smile, something to reassure him, but the boy just looks down before stepping back and clicking the door shut, leaving Peter alone in the cold hallway, red lights flashing over him. He decides to book it to the control room.

As Spiderman reaches the doors, he slows his pace and the panel flashes at him before beeping and opening the doors. As Peter steps in he expects Deadpool, not an empty room with every single tv on a blank screen. Panic begins to creep through Peter’s spine. He rushes to the control board to take a look, and the issue jumps out pretty clearly. Everything is smashed to pieces. All the keyboards and panels are a mess of wires and now Peter can even smell the faint aroma of electrified smoke.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” He mumbles in disbelief. He’d been in this room only two hours ago, everything had been fine. Now he can’t be sure if the alarms went off because somebody broke the camera system, or because someone is outside. And where the fuck is Deadpool?

Peter takes another look around the room, but there’s no other signs of a struggle taking place. He’s just about to leave the room to check the hallways some more, when the doors slide open and the same teen from before, the one who can fly, enters the room.

Peter stares at him in confusion before he can say, “What are you doing? I told you to stay in the safe room and keep everyone safe.”

“I know,” The boy responds shakily, and Peter notices his hands are trembling. “but some of the people in my room are unaccounted for. We’re missing four people.”

“Four students are unaccounted for? I just did a head count an hour ago, everyone was there!” Spiderman nearly yells, but instead he starts pacing back and forth as the teen watches in dismay. “Do you know who the students are?”

“Yeah it’s some teens about my age, but I don’t know most of them, they keep to themselves mostly,” The young man explains, shifting on his feet.

Spiderman hums thoughtfully at the new information. It isn’t much to go on, but knowing that it’s older students missing changes some things. “Right, now I’m looking at a busted security system, and four teenagers coincidentally missing at the same time,” He says, stoping his pacing to eye the teen in front of him.

The young alpha’s eyes go wide at Spiderman’s words and his body jolts towards the hero. “You think they betrayed us?” He asks quickly.

Peter eyes the teen carefully. His suit is now fully on, showing his lean but muscular frame, his long dark hair is messy from sleep and there’s worry wrinkles between and around his eyes. “What’s your name?” Spiderman finally asks the boy.

“My name’s Charlie, but I also go by The Glider,” The teen answers, his voice and face still confused.

Oh wow that’s a bad name, Peter thinks to himself. “Okay Glider, listen up. I need your help if we’re going to get through tonight.” The young man nods and leans forward intently. “With all the cameras down I’m going to have to do a full sweep of the mansion. We have to know if we were just betrayed, or if someone from the outside got in, or is trying to get in. I know The Professor prepared you all for this, follow the plans and keep the younger kids as safe as you can. And if somebody from the outside does come in, remember that using our powers is the last option. If somebody brings a camera in and gets us using powers during The Purge we’re in real trouble after this too. So, last resort only, you got it?”

“Got it,” The boy, The Glider, answers firmly. “I’ll go and get everyone together in the danger room and lock the doors behind us.”

“Is the danger room the best idea right now?” Peter has to question. He’s familiar with the room, and frankly that just sounds like a bad idea waiting to happen.

“Trust me,” The Glider says with a firm nod. “It’s the Professor’s plan.”

Peter hesitates. He doesn’t know this kid. Hell, he doesn’t know any of these kids, but he has to protect them all. So, with a nod of his own, Spiderman replies, “Then get to it. We can’t waste anymore time.” With that the teen turns and exits the room. Peter only takes one moment to glance at the broken computers behind him, before he too exits the room and starts heading for the elevator. First things first, make sure nobody has made it into the school.

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When Peter finally gets up to the ground floor he’s hit by an eerie quiet. He tries to reason it’s a good thing, but something about it feels wrong. His frown deepens as he walks to the main foyer. He smells a lingering mix of multiple different scents, but the most prominent, and the freshest, is Deadpool’s. He considers calling out for the ex-mercenary, but decides better, after all somebody could already have broken in for all he knows. Now he really does wish his spidey senses would work with Deadpool, maybe he’d be able to find him somehow.

Peter stops his movements as he hears a sound in the distance, perhaps just a bit more down a hallway to his right. The omega frowns. It could be Deadpool being clumsy, or it could be someone on a hunt. Spiderman crouches closer to the ground. He looks at his wrist to make sure he has his web shooters deactivated. As much as he doubts anything that could happen in this mansion would be exposed to the public, he has Fury’s voice in the back of his head saying to stay low. So that’s exactly what he does. He crouches further to the ground and carefully steps down the hall, making sure to keep to the edges. Normally he would be crawling along the ceiling to catch whoever it is off guard, but that’s another rule he can’t break. At least, not yet.

Spiderman takes a quiet but deep breath in through his nose. He still smells Wade’s scent the most and he internally curses the alpha for it. However, he is picking up on other more prominent smells now. The scents are muddled together but he can make out at least three distinct scents–smoke, sea salt, and a sickeningly sweet chocolate. He tries to place when he smelled these scents before, because they are familiar to him. Was it in the cafeteria? Or on the front lawns? He can’t place when he would have encountered these scents before but he presses forward nonetheless. If he recognizes these scents at all then he’d wager it’s probably his missing students. A far better idea to him than an outsider having broke in already.

There’s more crashing noises and Peter is drawn to them. As he grows closer to the noise he sees a light coming from a room up ahead. A room he knows is the Professor’s study. He prays that somehow it is just Deadpool in there looking around for cerebro or a wheelchair.

“I can’t fucking find shit in here!”

Peter freezes where he stands mid step. That was a woman’s frustrated voice he’d just heard. So definitely not his idiotic friend. Peter presses flush against the wall just outside the door and listens.

“Maybe if you’d quit throwing shit we could find it! Crazy bitch,” Another voice, a slightly deeper male voice responds. Both voices bring a buzz to Peter’s head but he still can’t place from when and where.

There’s a pause before another loud crash is heard in the room, and a third voice can be heard laughing loudly before saying, “Damn son, she really does hate you.” Peter frowns, that third voice is the most familiar by far. It’s not as deep as Wade’s voice, and it has a bitter edge to it.

“Can we just fucking leave already? There’s nothing here. The old sack of shit probably locked it away in the walls somewhere, paranoid fuck,” The female voice rings out.

“Well in this case–” The first male starts to say but is cut off by the girl.

“If you say anything else I’m going to to punch a hole through your skull,” She states, and Peter believes it based solely on the venom in her tone.

“Both of you shut up,” the second male says, his voice having more of a domineering tone than it had before. “If we can’t find it then we’ll just skip to step 2.”

There’s an awkward pause from inside the room and Peter strains his neck forward to try and hear more. “Won’t Mr. Danzinger be upset with us?” The first boy asks, his voice quieter now, unsure. Peter hears a few thumps of what he can guess is one of them walking, and then he hears a sharp smack. Even Peter almost winces at the sound.

“I’m the only alpha you’ve got to worry about, got it?” The second male asks, his voice dark and low. And that’s when it hits Peter. That voice belongs to the teen they’d met when him and Wade first came to the mansion today, right after that little girl had nearly killed him with a flowerpot. Peter remembers Wade referring to that kid in particular as ‘little sociopath.’ Perhaps Wade had been right after all.

“Got it,” Peter hears the first boy mumble, and it clicks. The unruly teens from before, that’s the group of teens that keeps to themselves and is currently missing. Under normal circumstances Peter believes this wouldn’t be a major issue, he can take care of three teenagers on his own, but without his super strength? No web shooters? No wall or ceiling climbing? Peter grimaces. If they choose to use whatever powers they may have, Peter’s not sure how well he’ll fair.

“Come on, let’s get the doors open for them and bail,” The main boy says, his tone flat now. Peter feels his blood run cold. Open the doors for who? Fuck.

It’s just as Peter starts to take some steps backwards and reach blindly for the handle of the next door next him. He isn’t sure what’s in there but— Too late.

“Fuck!” A woman’s voice yells as she exits the professor’s study. “It’s Spiderman already.”

Peter can’t do much more than stand to his full height as the other two teenagers come into the hallway. He takes a good look at them. They’ve discarded their yellow suits in favor or their black shirts and dark jeans from before. How edgey, Peter thinks. The tallest of them is the boy whose voice Peter had recognized first. The boy has dark black hair with red dyed throughout and if it weren’t for the fact the teen is almost as tall as him already, Peter would say he looked just like any nobody from the emo scene back in his day. The girl to his left has dark brown hair that goes down to her hips, but all Peter can really see is the firey glare in her eyes directed right at him. Then there’s the other boy, maybe a foot shorter than the other, and with shorter hair cropped closer to his head.

“Students,” Peter finally manages to say, his voice almost sounding jovial if the teens didn’t know better. “Firstly, demerit for foul language. Secondly, why are you not in uniform?” Peter is sure if Deadpool had been there he would have laughed at least. The teens however just glare at him, fists clenched. “Thirdly, another demerit for being out of bed past hours. Man, I’d hate to have to tell the Professor about this guys.”

“Who cares what you want?” The apparent leader of their little gang spits at him. “You’re just a bitch omega like he is. You fucks are only good for one thing, and now you’re both too old for that too.”

Peter knows he should be repulsed and offended, but as his eyebrows scrunch together all he can asks is, “Wait, Wait, Wait, how old do you think I am?”

The girl in the group rolls her eyes before she says, “Let’s just kill him and go. At least his name will give us street cred.”

Peter raises an eyebrow. If Wade were next to him, he’d ask the man how much street cred he thought Spiderman would be worth. His ego is almost bruised at her assumption alone. “I’ve fought aliens and adults far bigger than you kids,” Peter states, his eyes looking over each of them but only seeing anger. “Just stand down, and we can still make this all work out.”

It’s just as the words leave his lips that his senses start ringing off in his head. Peter jumps down into a low crouch and feels something whiz past his head. He looks back up to see the girl standing with one arm and leg forward, a smirk on her face. Peter hears a crash behind him but doesn’t look back.

“Using your powers already? Not very sportsmanlike of you,” Peter says, his mouth always moving faster than his brain. His senses ring out to the right and he rolls to the left and presses against the wall–fighting the urge to just climb it.

Spiderman looks up at he hears a snide laugh. The tallest of the teens is laughing before he says, “Oh yeah we heard about that. You and the other hero’s can’t use your powers tonight, right? You idiots signed over your rights. Pathetic. Even if we had been given those papers we wouldn’t have signed. On a night with no laws, did you really think we’d want to just go to sleep? Play board games with snotty brats?” Peter goes to reply, but his senses give him another warning and this time he keeps his eyes on the girl and watches as she moves her body forward to throw something right at him. Spiderman quickly dodge’s the attack and moves back some.

“See? He’s just a pathetic omega, I told you he can’t do shit to us,” The same boy continues, a smirk on his lips as he glares at Peter, who glares right back. Peter opens his mouth to say a witty remark about them needing to do this on The Purge though, but he has to dodge another object to his right. As he jumps to the side his senses ring out at him from the front. Right as he looks up he’s met with a fist to the face.

Spiderman is stumbling backwards as he raises his hands to parry the next blow. As the blur receded from his vision he opens his eyes to see the shorter of the two boys is the one fist fighting him, but behind him, Peter sees the boy again.

“The fuck?” He manages to grunt before sending a kick into the teen’s gut.

The teen in front of him groans and clutches his stomach, letting Peter get another look around. He was right, there are now two of the same boy, but wait, now there’s there’s three of him. Peter blinks rapidly but he’s right. Fuck, he’s a duplicator, Peter curses to himself for being so slow.

His senses start to go off all around him and Peter nearly growls in response as he dodge’s the next object thrown his way. He hears whatever it is smash into something behind him. “Hey you break it you buy it!” Peter yells down to the girl. She snarls back at him and advances. The two other duplicates follow her and try to flank Peter.

The hero’s eyes are darting all around trying to think of the best next move. He can tell already these teens aren’t that experienced at fighting. If it were a normal day he could take them down in seconds, but he has to play it differently tonight. He can pawn his spidey senses off as being good reflexes, but fighting three men and a super strengthened woman will be near impossible without some level of his own super strength. He grits his teeth and jumps and kicks off the wall before swiping the legs of one of the duplicates. The clone falls to the floor with a grunt and Peter straightens just in time to catch a fist aimed for his temple. He knows it’s not a strong punch, not a super powered one at least, so he pushes back before snapping at the wrist. Yeah he’s pretty sure normal people can snap other peoples wrist with the right placement.

The clone falls to the ground screaming, and to Peter’s surprise so do the other clones, all holding onto their wrist’s. Peter raises an eyebrow, “Really? One goes down and the rest follow? Lame.” With that said Peter barely has time to dodge a blow to his right. He jumps just in time to see the woman’s fist collide with the wall, and leave cracks and dust in her wake.

Spiderman takes another step back, but now he has the little sociopath behind him. “Man you’re angry,” He grunts before ducking from another blow.

The girl attacking him raises her lips in a sneer. “Because of pathetic cunts like you,” She snarls.

Peter doesn’t even have time to roll his eyes before she lands a blow on his side, sending him tumbling backwards and landing just a foot away from the other boy. Suddenly Peter feels a sharp pain in his ribs and he knows he’s been kicked, but not by someone with super strength. Peter jumps to his feet as quick as he can and spins behind the boy before using his height to grab the boy and put him in a headlock. With one threat under his arms, cause Peter knows he can take on a scrawny teenager with no super strength, he raises an eyebrow towards the fuming girl.

“What now?” Spiderman calls down to her, ignoring the struggles of the man he has by the throat.

“You piece of shit.” Peter hears her mutter before she calls louder, “Omega, drop him.”

Peter feels a pressure between his eyes. He knows that voice, his omega knows it too. She’s using an alpha voice, trying to command him with it. Honestly Peter is so surprised he can’t help the snort that he lets out. He sees the girl’s face go from rage to pure embarrassment.

“Gotta be honest, thought you hadn’t even presented till now,” Peter chuckles, his hold on the boy still strong, but he’s ceased his struggling.

At Peter’s words he sees her face heat up even more before she screams at him, “What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you even an omega you stupid bitch?”

Peter tilts his head to the side as he replies, “Maybe you’re just a defective alpha.”

Peter hears a rage filled scream as she rushes forward. He’s not really sure what else to do besides keep his grip on the other boy and walk backwards. “You’re gonna kill your friend if you aren’t careful,” He warns her before she tries to land a blow at Peter’s temple, but he steps back and she only manages to hit the boy, who swears profusely at the impact.

“See now what did I tell you, now he’s got a nosebleed,” Peter says, still backing up.

“The only one I’m gonna kill here is you,” She growls at him, raising her fist once more.

“Skylar stop,” the boy suddenly says, and once more Peter feels that tension in his brow, stronger this time but he ignores it.

The girl seems to hesitate before she lowers her fist. “Fuck you J, I’m not a fucking omega bitch, you don’t control me,” She sneers at him, but doesn’t make a move forward.

“If you wanna not end up dead,” The boy says, and while Peter can’t see his face he’s sure it’s filled with malice. “Fucking do as your told. Now go, finish.”

The girl glares at him a moment longer before she turns her back on them both and starts to walk away. “Hey!” Peter calls after her. “You can’t just leave, what about our fight?” Even his goading doesn’t make the young alpha turn around. Instead she walks past the other boy still sitting on the floor clutching his wrist, and grabs him up by the ear. The boy let’s put a yelp as he’s dragged along with her.

“Fuck,” Peter breathes. Now what, he can’t just kill the kid, not that it would really be an option if he were an adult either. Well, killing him isn’t an option, but knocking him unconscious isn’t.

It’s just as Spiderman begins to tighten his elbow the young alpha says,“Let me go Spiderman.” In response Peter tightens his grip. “Release me omega,” He says through strangled breaths, and Peter feels the pressure in his head again. He knows it’s his omega, years of biology classes reminding him that’s what it is. A memory of Black Widow and him sitting on a railing and her explaining over and over to him how important it is to never give in to it. No matter what. The memory slaps him harder than the pressure in his head.

Peter tightens his grip and narrows his eyes. The teen makes a strangled noise before silence, and that’s when Peter really starts to feel it. He feels hot. Like really hot. The heat spreads from his chest through his veins and invades every part of him. The pain that follows is instantaneous and Spiderman falls to the floor, letting the boy tumble to the side as he can’t see anything but red, can only feel the fire in his veins. He writhes on the floor and time doesn’t seem to move, pain is the only thing.

“You didn’t even think about what my power might be, did you?” The boy sneers before sending a hard kick into Spiderman’s stomach. Peter feels the wind leave his body, but it’s still nothing compared to the burning pain rushing throughout his limbs. The teen gives him a second kick, this time at his head and Peter hears his skull smack the hardwood more than he feels it, he can only feel the fire.

“Dumb slut,” The teen, J, spits at him. “I’m some good little prick like you’s worst nightmare–a mutant that offers nothing good.” He kicks his head again, noting how Spiderman can’t even fight back. “I’m just special like that. I was born to make people’s blood boil.” The teen stops his kicking to let out a long hysterical laugh. “Isn’t that something? I was born to be a villain don’t you get it? I wasn’t born to do good, so why keep pretending?” With that said Spiderman does feel the next kick that hits him square in his right eye and his whole world goes black. He knows this feeling, it’s calling to him like a friend, offering release from the burning pain all throughout his body. He’s struggling against the darkness, he can’t see, and he can’t even feel his body, he just feels the liquid fire thrumming, and yet there’s the soft offer of darkness. Just a moment of release. A pain kinder than his current ally. His only friend is the pain.

Well fuck you too then, he hears a man snort in the back of his mind, beyond the pain and the darkness. I’m just saying I’ve been burned alive before, so if you die now that means I win. Don’t ask what, I just win. Peter can hear Wade’s voice so clear in his mind he finally shakes his head–thrashing the darkness from his mind. The pain remains, the heat so intense Peter is sure he won’t have a body left if he does make it out alive.

“Any last words Spiderman? I’d say I could keep you as a pretty little pet, I’m sure the others would love that, but I have a feeling you really are a useless bitch,” He hears the young alpha sneer at him. Peter’s senses ring out to his right, and he has just enough sense in him to throw his body, though it really comes out as more of a sad roll, to the left.

“Oh,” J sneers before sending another kick to his gut. Then he steps over Spiderman and yanks him up by the collar of his suit, face to face with the man. “Still got some fight left? Just give up slut. You don’t even listen properly. I can’t wait till your eyes pop from the buildup of pressure in your veins.”

You’re really gonna let this little sociopath take you out Spidey? You could do so much better, that’s what goes through Spiderman’s head as he rams it forward into the alpha’s nose. He doesn’t feel the impact, only the fire, the heat seeping through every one of his pores.

The teenager is sent stumbling backwards, cursing and holding his nose. Peter can’t really see that well, either because of all the pain or his eye beginning to swell shut, but he thinks he sees blood leak from the alpha’s nose. If Peter could manage a smile he would have, just for that sight alone. We can smile and frolic after you kick his ass handsome, Wade’s voice rings through his thoughts. Peter is sure he’s loosing his mind due to the pain, but he’s going to use what he can. He tries to make his way to his feet but all he can manage is rushing to his hands and knees as the heat ripples through him.

Peter’s senses go off to his right again and this time he’s quick to move his eyes to see the boy moving closer to him. Right as the alpha begins to raise his leg, Spiderman make’s his move. He uses everything he has to reach out and grab that teen’s ankle. As Peter latches on he uses both arms to bring the the leg to the ground before letting all of his weight fall down on his arms, and then a little extra, until he hears snapping of bones. The young mutant starts wailing in pain instantaneously, falling to the ground next to Spiderman.

As the mutant’s screaming starts Peter instantly feels the heat begin to recede. He groans and moans as the fire slowly morphs from boiling to a more sustainable temperature. Spiderman notes that he’s shivering uncontrollably, but the burning pain is gone and that’s really what he cares about right now. Spiderman looks to his right and squints his good eye. The teen is clutching at his ankle and screaming in pain, Peter can understand the feeling. However, he doesn’t have too much empathy at the moment.

Slowly Spiderman rises from the floor on unsteady feet. He’s still trembling everywhere and now he feels very very cold, but he tells himself it’s just his body adjusting. It’ll pass soon enough. Probably sooner than the mutant next to him will feel better.

“Fuck!” The young alpha screams from the floor, but Peter decides to ignore him. Instead, Spiderman makes his way back down the hallway, away from the mutant. It’s a while of walking on shaky legs until the screams become more distant and Peter’s heart rate starts to go down. The farther he is from that mutant the better.

It’s just as Peter grows closer to the main foyer he smells Deadpool’s scent, as well as the two young mutants who’d ran off on him. Well, one ran off the other was dragged.

“This is some sick twisted fucking joke,” A panicked voice carries down the hall to Peter from the foyer.

“Would you stop that, you’re just making it tighter,” Another voice grumbles back. Spiderman quirks an eyebrow, he knows those voices. He takes his time and rounds the corner to the main foyer. Looking forward he sees the room is trashed, broken potted plants, broken statues, really broken anything nice looking, and then at the bottom of the steps–the two mutants he was just looking for, tied up like a present with a pretty pink bow.

Peter lets out a low whistle. “So that asshole is still alive somewhere,” He can’t help but laugh. He knows he should perhaps feel some anger at the alpha, after all where has he been this whole fucking time? But as Peter stares at the glaring woman and crying male tied up with rope and a pink sash, and a metal collar around each of their necks, he can’t help but laugh.

“Fuck you, cunt,” The woman snaps at him in return, resuming her struggles with the rope that ties her to the other mutant.

“Ew, you’re like twelve,” Spiderman retorts, a sense of revulsion running through him.

“I’m fucking eighteen you piece of shit!” She yells at him while trying to throw her body against the ropes.

“Your powers won’t work with those collars on, so just quit struggling,” Spiderman advises her, clicking his tongue as he does. The woman just struggles harder while the boy next to her looks like he wants nothing more than to disappear. “Now where’s Deadpool?”

In response the woman narrows her eyes even further and Peter wonders if she can even see him anymore. Meanwhile the boy just swallows a lump in his throat and stares at his feet.

“Now who’s useless?” Spiderman mutters under his breath before turning his back on the pair. He closes his eyes and breaths. It’s hard not to just smell the two young mutants behind him, but Peter could pick up Wade’s scent in a sold-out arena. Peter follows Wade’s scent of pine and blood to the front door, and then stop. “Oh fuck,” He mutters. Wade went outside. What was it they’d said earlier about others?

Just as Peter is about to turn back around to question the two mutants his senses give him a small, almost, soft warning. Then the front door opens and Deadpool comes stumbling inside, slamming the door behind him before leaning back against it and falling to the floor. Peter can see now there’s holes throughout the man’s body, small holes, gunshot wounds. There’s also a tear on his suit down by his thigh that’s leaking a lot of blood.

Both men look one another in the eye at the same moment. They both open their mouths and say, “Where the fuck have you been?”

It’s Deadpool who grins first, his eyes crinkling through the mask. Peter takes a moment longer, his mind racing with all the things he should and wants to say, before he too is grinning ear to ear. The pair laughs, Wade with blood still draining from his wounds and Peter with one eye swelled shut and his head throbbing.

Once the pair stop their hysterics, Peter is the first to ask, “So, what have you been up to?”

Deadpool’s grin doesn’t falter. “Oh you know, got distracted by this one kid who grew bones like scales, but turns out he was with those two down there, whom I gathered you’d already acquainted yourself with. So then I had to take his ass down and let me tell you, fucker really could just grow and throw those bones, hurt like a bitch, but he’s collared up in the basement in one of the spare rooms. Then I was finishing a sweep for his buddies he mentioned up here, when I notice some fuckers outside by the tree line. They thought they were being real slick, they didn't know they were dealing with a pro,” Deadpool laughs, one hand holding a wound closed on his chest.

“A pro that gets shot a hundred times?” Peter questions skeptically, not liking just how much the alpha is bleeding.

“Don’t interrupttttt,” Deadpool whines like a child until Peter is rolling his eyes. Wade continues, “So then I was outside for awhile taking care of what I’m gathering was a hired task squad to kidnap all the little fuckers here. One van managed to get away, the rest are dead on the lawn, so let’s not let the kids play tag out there anytime soon. Then I came in here to find those two.” He motions to the two mutants still tied up by the stairs. “I figured you had them covered, but why not jump in and take the hero training anyways? After they went down, and by the way they folded like crybabies at the vibranium katanas and guns. Then I had to go back out to get some stranglers that had been creeping on the roof.”

“Jesus Christ,” Spiderman exclaims. “How did you manage all of that by yourself?”

“Like I said baby boy,” Deadpool grins and gives him a wink. “I’m a pro. It also doesn’t hurt I can’t die, so.”

At that Peter let’s out another laugh. He knew Wade had been doing something useful in his own way, he just hadn’t thought it would be so large. “So you already took out the task squad the teens had been contacting?” He asks the alpha.

“Oh yeah, all went bye bye,” Wade nods, not caring much about Peter’s slight judge mental stare. “They wanted to hurt kids Spideyboo, I wasn’t gonna be nice to them.”

“No you’re right, in a very small way, I’m not at all surprised at your reaction there, one might even say I expected it if something were to happen tonight,” Spiderman chuckles.

“Enough about me though,” Deadpool sighs before folding his hands together and resting them under his chin. “What’s new with you?”

Peter cracks a half grin at the man’s antics even as he sits there shot. “Oh you know, directed the kids to a safe place, left the levitating one in charge. Then I came up here and found those two,” He says while motioning at the tied up duo. “and their little leader buddy. They put up a bit of a fight, but nothing an omega couldn’t handle.” Peter can’t help but nearly growling the last part at the woman still tied up. She sneers back at him.

“Did you kill J?” The duplicator asks, his voice sounding worried.

“No,” Spiderman says with a shake of his head. “but he is currently taking a little rest right now, best to let him be.”

“Fucking omega cocksucker,” The girl spits at him.

“Easy there,” Wade warns, his voice less jovial than a second ago.

“Hey I think I get it now,” The boy suddenly says, his head turning to look at the girl. She just glares at him until he continues, “The bitch didn’t listen to you because he’s already mated! To fucking Deadpool of all alphas.”

“Excuse me?” Peter blurts out the same moment Deadpool jumps to his feet and points at the mutant saying, “You’re both way outta fucking line.”

The woman snorts and rolls her eyes before flipping her head to move her long hair out of her eyes. “You must be close to right D,” She laughs with a bitter twinkle. “I bet that he can’t claim the bitch, probably impotent.”

“Time to shut the fuck up,” Spiderman says, his tone dangerously low, catching their attention. “Let’s get them moved to a separate safe room so they can wait all nice and bored for the Professor. Oh, and we should grab their buddy back in the hallway too.”

“I’ll get the other one,” Deadpool responds flatly, and Peter knows the girl got under his skin.

“Deadpool wait,” Spiderman says, turning towards the man. “be careful his power is he can boil people’s blood.”

For a second, Wade stares motionless at him and Peter isn’t sure if he heard him or not. Then Wade takes three steps closer until he’s right in front of the hero. He leans down and discreetly sniffs the omega while placing a hand on his shoulder. “Are you okay?” He finally asks his omega.

Peter has to swallow before he can answer him. “I’m fine now. I broke his ankle, so he went down for the count, and I was able to get back here. He didn’t seem to be coping with it well so he should still be crying on the floor,” Spiderman explains quickly. He doesn’t want to tell Wade about the pain he went through, not right now with the two traitors still behind them. That pain was the closest he’s felt to dying, the rawest pain he’s felt since his uncle died. It was too much, and yet he’s standing, alive and tall.

“I’ll get him,” Wade mutters darkly. “Let me guess, it’s the freaky one from earlier?” Peter nods and Wade nods back before mutter several more curses and stomping down the hallway Peter had come from.

“Did you like it?” He hears from behind him. He turns to look at the girl but narrows his eyes. “Did you like it omega?Answer me.” Her voice changes to the same commanding alpha tone as before, but this time she’s trying to sound softer with it.

Once more Peter feels the pressure between his eyes begin to build up but he shakes his head and ignores it. The girl huffs in clear frustration before the boy says, “Answer us omega.” The pressure only increasing and Peter feels sweat on his brow. His body is so fucking tired already, but he pushed past it and blinks.

“Did you like being boiled alive from the inside out?” She asks sweetly. “Did you omega?”

The pressure begins to turn to pain and Peter has to place a hand on his forehead. He vaguely hears the boy adding in another question with the same alpha command. He feels the pain in his skull like it’s inflating, like it will crack at any moment. He tries to think back to what Natasha had told him. To focus in on anything besides the voice. So he pictures Wade sitting on his couch taking the first player wii remote. They’d fought for over an hour over that damn remote. The memory itself brings a laugh to Peter’s lips, and the pain turns back to a dull pressure he can ignore.

“Fuck you guys, you’re the worst kind of alphas,” Peter bites back at them, taking a step back, and feeling a hand come down on his shoulder.

“I agree,” Wade growls behind him, his hand not leaving Spiderman’s shoulder as he enters the room once more.

Peter takes one quick look at him before he asks, “Where’s the teenage mutant?”

“Not down that hallway or in any of those rooms,” Deadpool huffs in frustration.

“What?” Spiderman exclaims. “He can’t have gotten far he has one good leg!”

Deadpool shrugs a shoulder and meets the hero’s gaze. “There was an open window in the Professor’s study, that’s where his scent went cold,” Wade explains, his tone hard as steel.

Peter has to shake his head clear before he can respond, “Okay, alright. One teen traitor got away, that’s not the worst possibility here.”

“And the armored van,” Wade reminds him.

“Right,” Spiderman frowns. “An armored van with who knows how many inside, and one mutant. What time is it?”

Deadpool looks down at his collectible wristwatch and says, “Almost two.”

Peter nods his head. “Okay, we still have a lot of Purge time left so, let’s hurry up and get them somewhere…safe,” He says, motioning to the two alphas still tied together at the foot of the steps.

“Let’s get them to the basement and then switch the security back on,” Deadpool adds in agreement.

Peter shakes his head. “We can’t they completely smashed the computer system down there. Unless you know a backup one?” He questions the alpha.

“Hmm, I may not but I bet one of those nosey little students downstairs will,” Deadpool offers the hero.

“Good idea,” Spiderman says. “Let’s get this over with so this goddamn night can end already.” He’s really hoping this was it for them. That however selfish he may feel right now in thinking it, he’s hopes nobody else comes to the mansion, they can all stay somewhere else. Let the Avengers and X-Men out there deal with the rest.

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21^st March 2024- 5:45am

Spiderman and Deadpool stand side by side in the hanger. With any luck any moment now the Professor and everyone else will fly in through those ceiling doors. The pair is more than ready to have the semi trained teachers and adults back to watch over the students. Not much has happened since their earlier incident. The two managed to get the three captured students into locked rooms in the basement with some of the older students left to guard their doors. They’d also been able to get The Glider and one of his friend’s to help locate and active the backup computer for the estate. After that Peter and Wade kept a tight watch on everyone and one of them would always be upstairs patrolling while the other watched the students. Now though, with The Purge ending in just minutes the duo left Charlie and some of the older students still awake in charge so they could come up here to wait for the X-Men.

The pair haven’t had much of a chance to talk alone until now, and they’re both unnaturally quiet now that they are together. Deadpool’s wounds have all healed and all that remains is the tears in his suit and missing ammunition. Spiderman on the other hand thinks he’s working through a minor concussion, a cracked rib, and his right eye is still swollen shut. The two stand close to one another in the large empty hanger, close enough Peter could lean back on the alpha if he chose to.

“What happened tonight?” Wade questions the empty space more than he does Peter.

Peter answers him anyways. “Uh we got our asses kicked, but we made it out alive, and we saved all but one student who doesn’t want to be here, and now we know is over eighteen so, not our worst night,” The omega says, somehow a small smile coming to his lips.

Wade looks down at his friend. His packmate. His omega. There’s a slight tear in Peter’s suit and Wade can smell Peter’s scent like it’s the only thing around him. What’s normally filled with the must of books is clogged down by pain. Peter hadn’t mentioned any of his wounds yet, but Wade knows they’re there. He could tell hours ago when Peter wouldn’t move his head very fast, has a permanent squint eye, and walked slowly. He’s wanted to rip the man’s mask off this whole time and demand to know what’s wrong, but he knew why he couldn’t. He knew why Peter hadn’t so much as complained yet, because the students would have heard. Or, because he would have heard too. Wade isn’t sure which. What he is sure of though, is that his omega standing here in pain, has a smile on his face.

“Not our worst night?” Wade questions, one brow raised.

“Sure,” Peter offers, shrugging his shoulder onto Deadpool’s to give him a little push. “Remember a couple months ago when you and that baby got swallowed whole by the Alaskan bull worm? We barely managed to get the two of you out in time, and ya know, all the worm juice was just, disgusting.”

Wade has to laugh at the memory Peter invokes before he nods his head and leans his shoulder onto Peter’s. “Yeah, okay that was worse. I was washing my uniform for weeks to get rid of that smell,” Wade laughs, leaning onto Peter.

Peter leans into Wade’s touch without a thought, noting how he still likes the warm feeling Wade provides him. “You’re telling me,” Peter snorts before leaning his weight to the right and resting his side against the taller man. “You didn’t have to get tied up right next to the guy in said suit just three days later. That, that was hell.”

“Oh fuck off, I’m the one who got us out of that,” Wade scoffs, but he brings his hand to Peter’s shoulder and soothingly runs it up and down his arm, noting how tense the man still is.

“You got us out of tonight too you know?” Peter suddenly questions the alpha, looking him in the eyes.

“It was a joint effort baby boy. I certainly don’t think I could have handled the task squad if I’d been boiling in my own flesh,” Wade says, flatly ignoring Peter’s attempts to give him the credit.

“True,” Peter says, a smile forming on his face again. “I guess we are a good team.”

“Oh baby boy when will you see you just complete me? You’re the twenty year old to my Leo, the Romeo to my Juliet, the Dory to my Marlin–”

“Dorry and Marlin?” Peter can’t help but laugh. “The fish?”

“Yes the fish,” Wade says defensively.

“Okay, surprisingly the fish I get, but why Leo and Romeo and Juliet?” The hero questions with a laugh. He feels so warm next to Wade, but nothing like the burning fire he’d experienced earlier. No, instead Wade is like the hot kiss of the sun on a bright summer day. He’s comfort.

“Well,” Wade says, seeming to struggle for the right words now as he looks anywhere but at Peter. “You know, just thinking of dynamic duos.”

“Romeo and Juliet die without reason for one another. You can’t die, and I refuse to die, so I don’t know Wade, not much there,” Peter laughs, but he does begin to think about it. Is there anything that could be in common? They aren’t exactly from rival families, or taking poison for one another, and they’re well into their adulthoods. The only thing he can think of they share any commonalities with–is love. Romeo and Juliet, as stupid as they were, loved one another enough to die for the other. Does he love Wade enough to die for him? He knows Wade would die for him, take any pain he had to endure. He would do the same for him, no question.

So there it is then, Peter realizes all at once. He loves Wade Wilson. He looks up to the man and freezes. He loves this man. This crazy, dangerous, delirious, merc with a mouth; he loves him. Has probably loved him for awhile now.

“What?” Wade questions him. “Do I have something on my face?” Wade goes to start feeling around his face and the front of his suit and Peter can’t help the laugh that escapes him. He loves an idiot, an absolute, insane idiot.

“Come onnn,” Wade whines before pushing at Peter’s shoulder.

It’s just as the omega opens his mouth to respond that they hear the metal doors creek. The two look up the watch as the ceiling slowly opens and in comes the plane. Peter had to hold his hands in front of his eyes to block the wind of the jet, before he decides to just stand behind Deadpool until it passes. As the jet settles down a few feet from the pair they watch as the ceiling closes once more.

Out of the Jet first comes Colossal and his trainee Peter has only met once before. The giant of a metal man runs towards them and at first Peter thinks something must be wrong, but then Wade starts running to hide behind him.

“Wade! What have you done?” Colossal yells at his fellow alpha. “I saw the pictures you sent me!”

“Oh good I was hoping those went through,” Wade says from where he cowers behind the omega.

“Wade! In my room!?” The man questions him with horror on his face. Behind him Peter can see the girl roll her eyes and chew on a piece of gum.

“In my defense–” Wade starts to say but is cut off by the Professor and Storm coming up to them.

“Spiderman, Deadpool I’m relieved to see the two of you,” The Professor says as he draws closer. “Though, you do look slightly worse for wear.”

“We had some issues,” Spiderman explains as Wade comes out from hiding behind him.

The Professor grins to himself before looking to Storm, who seems tired and Peter swears he sees blood on her sleeves, before looking back to Peter and Wade. “Let’s do a quick debrief in my office before we can send you on your way hmm?” The Professor asks of them. The pair nod their heads and follow the omega back to his office where they go through the events of the night from start to finish. By the end the Professor’s eyes have darkened considerably and the already tense air the X-men bring seems even worse after hearing them. After that there wasn’t much to say, everyone just seemed too tired. Because after all, there is so much to say. Are the X-men all okay? What’s it like out there right now? Was the night as crazy and dangerous as they all predicted? What were the students looking for in the Professor’s office? What task squad was after them and who hired them? Maybe that’s it, there’s too many questions to even begin asking them now. Instead Deadpool rings up Dopinder and they’re happy to hear him answer, sounding like his usual self. The two leave shortly after, but not before Rogue and Gambit manage to snag a moment with them.

It’s as Peter and Wade sit on the steps outside, side by side without an inch of space between them, neither man talking. Just, resting with the other, when the couple approaches them.

“Thanks for the help tonight,” Rogue says, her southern drawl making Peter smile.

“Anytime,” Peter says for the both of them.

“Deadpool, you fought The Boiler Cheri? That’s pure pain right there not even I would wish that upon you,” Gambit says, one hand over his heart and the other around his mate’s waist.

“The Boiler?” Deadpool questions in confusion before understanding dawns, and his blood runs cold. He can’t help but look Peter in the eye as he says, “I didn’t face him.”

“Spiderman?” Rogue gasps. “God I’m so glad you’re alive!”

“Honestly, that kid was nothin but nasty business, ain’t nothin about him that wa nice,” Gambit adds, his eyes looking at Peter with something close to remorse.

Peter shifts closer to Wade under the couple’s watchful gaze. “As Wade said, he’s a little sociopath, but luckily nothing I couldn’t handle. Even without my webshooters,” Peter tries to grin at Wade, but the alpha doesn’t do anything except gently squeeze Peter’s knee.

“Well still, you did great tonight guys,” Rogue says. “Stay safe out there.”

With that the pair simply left them alone again. Now the tension is raised and the calm quiet from before is gone. Peter is just waiting for Wade to ask. However, Wade doesn’t ask anything yet. Instead Dopinder shows up in a matter of minutes and the pair leave, deciding to get dropped off in an alley not far from Peter’s apartment. He’s hoping there isn’t any damage to his place or his neighbors. It’s as they’re alone in the alley and changing out of their suits that Peter hears Wade gasp.

“That fucking Boiler did this to you?” Wade growls, walking closer to Peter until he has his back pressed against the wall. Wade gently takes his chin with one hand and angles his face to see better in the light. “Peter?”

Peter has to blink at the surprise of hearing his real name from Wade’s own mouth. The merc never calls him by his real name anymore, always some cheesey pet name. “Yes, that stupid kid kicked my head in,” He manages to mutter. He’s not sure why, but he feels embarrassed by it. He’s Spiderman after all, he’s fought far tougher people than some no name teenager, but here he is with a throbbing head and black eye.

“I’m gonna make sure he pays,” Wade says quietly, so quietly Peter has to strain to hear him.

“Wade–” Peter tries to calm the alpha but Wade isn’t having any of it.

Instead, Wade tightens his grip on the man’s chin and maneuvers his head so they’re staring eye to eye. “I mean it,” Wade says, his gaze hard as steel and Peter knows there’s no fighting him on this.

“I’ve been hurt before Wade,” Peter sighs, his resolve leaving even as he says the words.

“I don’t care. Never liked it then, not going to like it now or ever, okay?” Wade questions the omega.

Peter has to lick his lips he’s having a hard time focusing. Between Wade’s all-encompassing scent, the lack of sleep, and pure fatigue Peter can barely keep his eyes open. “Okay Wade,” He resolves, letting his weight fall mostly onto the alpha.

Wade stares at him a moment longer before raising a missing eyebrow. “You tired there princess?” He questions the man before letting go of his chin and moving a hand to his forehead. “You do feel a little warm. Let’s get you inside, okay?”

“I’m not a child Wade,” Peter says with a roll of his eyes, but he frowns the moment Wade’s warmth leaves him.

He follows the alpha inside his apartment building and up to his floor. As they walk through the halls they hear crying, and lots of it. They don’t see much damage out in the hallways that wasn’t already there before though. Still, Peter is quick to unlock his door and shuffle himself and Wade inside. Then, with the door locked behind them, Peter lets out a deep sigh he hadn’t known he’d been holding.

“God I’m fucking drained,” Peter sighs, rubbing at his eyes before wincing as he hits his bruise.

“Easy there baby boy, let’s get you to bed,” Wade says cautiously.

Normally Peter would put up a protest, but as Wade places a hand on his upper back and guides him to his room, he can’t help but be moved along. Once he enters the room and sees his bed however, he feels a sense of relief. Without thinking too much Peter pulls his shirt off in one quick motion and descends on the bed. He moves quick to reorganize the blankets to fit more snuggly around him. The contrasts of the cool sheets to the warm blankets makes him sigh in relief.

“Well don’t you look cozy,” Wade chuckles from where he stands in the doorway with his gray sweats and big hoodie.

Peter isn’t sure what does it exactly, but he opens his mouth and says, “It’d be cozier with you in it.”

Wade stares at Peter, his face registering pure shock. “You, you want me to get in your bed with you? Is this a prank where you push me off or something? Cause I’m really fucking tired and–”

“Wade, shut the fuck up and get in this bed before I web your mouth shut,” Peter cuts him off with a tired yawn. Wade doesn’t need to be told again, instead he’s tripping over himself to join his omega under the blankets, which Peter is quick to adjust around them again.

As Wade adjust to the feeling he knows Peter must be squished against the wall on the twin bed, so he turns on his side to face the man. Peter still looks squished to him though so he grabs him by the waist and moves him to his side so Wade can spoon him. At first Wade doesn’t, having just wanted to give Peter some space, but to his surprise Peter leans back onto him. “I’m glad you’re here alpha, not sure I would sleep if you weren’t,” Peter mumbles next to him, and Wade has to crane his neck up to hear the man.

“After the night you had? I’m sure you’d sleep just fine little omega,” Wade says, and he’d be lying if he didn’t say his heart skipped a beat when Peter called him Alpha.

“No,” Peter mutters sleepily. “member? You make me feel safe.”

Wade’s arms tighten just the slightest around his omega. Yes he remembers, he hadn’t wanted to let Peter go, seeing him sleep so soundly in his lap. Then he had, and Peter had been hurt, he’d won sure, but he’d still been hurt.

“I wish I could actually make you safe,” Wade says softly, his lips brushing Peter’s ear.

“My alpha,” he hears Peter mutter breathily. “my alpha makes me safe always.”

With that Wade can once again only stare at the omega in his arms and wonder just who he’d saved, what good he could have possibly done, to deserve this moment. He knows he doesn’t deserve Peter, could never deserve him, but he wants to enjoy this moment. To make this last for as long as the gods will let him. So, he holds his omega close and closes his eyes, surrounded by the scent of books and the feeling of warmth.  

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The pair doesn’t rise from the bed until well in the afternoon, the sun just beginning to set. Peter is the one who wakes first. He awakens to a feeling of warmth and comfort he’s still not used to. For a second, he scrambles to see whose arms are around his waist, but the moment his hand touches the arm, he knows it’s Wade. He relaxes instantly, letting his back lean onto Wade’s chest and his legs relax, tangling with the alpha’s. Peter tries to think of a time he’s felt more comfortable, but he can’t. He can feel Wade’s breath on the back of his neck, and he snuggles even closer.

Suddenly the memory of MJ first meeting Wade and saying they snuggle comes to Peter’s mind and he can’t help but chuckle. She may not have been right then, but she certainly is now. He feels Wade stir behind him and he quiets his laughter. Instead he snuggles back and holds Wade’s arm that’s still wrapped around his waist. In response Peter hears a low growl and the arms around him tighten, pulling him flush against the alpha. Peter has to open his eyes and turn his head to try and look back at the man. Wade’s eyes are still closed, but his brows are bunched together, and he has a frown on his lips. The sight alone makes Peter frown in turn. He reasons Wade must be having a nightmare, and he doesn’t like that.

His alpha doesn’t deserve nightmares, he deserves to sleep as peacefully as Peter does with him. Later, Wade will ask what made Peter make his next move, but Peter won’t have an answer. Peter just sees the frown on the man’s lips, the tension on his brow, and he leans back and kisses him. He’s soft, unsure of what he’s doing, but knowing he wants Wade’s frown to disappear.

After just a second, maybe two, Peter pulls away in shock of himself. He opens his eyes to see Wade staring at him, his own eyes wide with shock. Peter falters and feels the urge to run. What does he say now, hey sorry I kissed you without—

Peter’s thoughts are cut off midway as Wade adjust his grip to grab Peter by the waist and move him onto his back. Next thing he knows Wade is leaning over him with each arm leaning on the pillow next to his head, and Wade’s legs spayed over him, effectively trapping him. Peter gasps as he looks up at Wade and sees a look he can’t recognize; there’s a certain gleam in the man’s eyes. Then, Wade is leaning down, and his lips are on his. He feels his eyes flutter shut and he’s filled with the scent and taste of Wade Wilson. He feels the rough alpha’s lips moving against his own and he knows this is real. He’s really kissing Wade, his best friend, his pack mate, the man he’s in love with.

After a long moment Wade pulls away so Peter can breathe, the omega practically gasping for air. Wade decides to take the opportunity to trail kisses down his jawline and to his neck, sucking gently over his racing pulse. However, upon hearing the faint moan Peter emits, he growls lightly and sucks harder, wanting to leave a mark. Peter is left panting under the alpha, his thoughts gone out the window as he basks in the moment.

Wade pulls away from Peter’s neck with another growl and licks the spot he’d just invested so much time in. He starts to pepper Peter’s neck with kisses again and mutters in between, “Tell me this isn’t just a dream.”

“This is real,” Peter pants, turning his head back to catch Wade’s eye. “very real.”

For a moment Wade just stares down at the omega under him, overwhelmed by the whole situation. “How? Did I dream you waking me up to a kiss spidey?” He mutters before bending his head down to nuzzle his neck.

Peter presses his lips together and nods his head. “You looked like you were having a nightmare, I just, I just wanted to help you. I wanted to kiss you,” He manages to say, his voice soft.

Another low growl comes from Wade, his pupils large as he stares at his omega. “Peter Parker, I…I can’t believe you’d do something like that without my direct consent. I mean wow! What a bozo am I right boys?” Wade says sitting back some, but not enough to let Peter go. “Poor little defenseless sleeping me, attacked by big scary Spiderman. I should press charges–”

Peter cuts Wade off by grabbing him by the back of the neck and pulling him down for a kiss. The alpha grins into the embrace before he gives fully in and kisses him with true passion. He pushes down against Peter and runs a hand down his chest, feeling his toned muscles.

“I think I just found the best way to shut you up,” Peter grins between kisses, his hand pulling harder against Wade’s neck as he tries to pull him even closer.

“Baby boy I’d do anything for you,” Wade groans, trying his hardest to evade Peter’s moving hips. He’s hanging onto the last of his control.

“How about,” Peter says, finally moving his head back from his, and giving him a mischievous glance. “you be my alpha then?” Peter can feel Wade’s muscles all freeze, he’d swear he even heard his heart stop beating. After a moment of no reply Peter grunts awkwardly and rushes to say, “unless you don’t wa–”

Wade cuts him off with a rough kiss, he’s pushing against the omega and Peter feels his breath leave his body at the impact. He’s quick to reciprocate, pulling against Wade’s neck with one hand and his back with his other hand. Their kiss is a lot like their training always is, a battle for the top that neither really cares to win, but they fight anyways. In the end, Wade wins their struggle as he pulls Peter’s bottom lip with his teeth and begs entry. The omega opens his mouth willingly, begging for more of his alpha.

It’s awhile before their pace slows, Peter panting for breath and Wade needing to look into Peter’s eyes. “Will you be my omega?” Wade whispers, his eyes not leaving Peter’s. The way he asks it is more of a bargain, and it makes Peter smile.

“Yes,” He whispers back. “if you’re my alpha, I’m your omega.”

Wade swallows a lump in his throat before he responds, “You’ve got yourself a deal there little spider.” The pair have a set of matching grins on their face, neither one truly believing this can be real.

“Deal,” Peter mutters before reaching up and giving his alpha another kiss. It’s shorter and sweet and it leaves the pair smiling again.

They aren’t sure where to go from here. They aren’t even one hundred percent sure how they got here. But they know they’re sure about each other. Peter knows Wade is the only person to make him smile and fill his thoughts night and day. Wade knows Peter is the one to make him want to be better, to make his heart melt, and his confidence soar. They know they’re each other’s. Whatever comes next, they’ll deal with together.