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Don't tell your mother

When Wade gets home that evening, he'll find Peter literally crawling the walls. Literally. He's anxious, that much is obvious, textbook in one hand as he restlessly tries to find a comfortable position to read it in. No dice, and he keeps moving back and forth over the ceiling, trying each corner repeatedly.

"Hey Wade," Peter grumbles from above the door, nose buried in his book. It's right-side up to Wade, meaning it's upside down to Peter - poor guy. What even happened?

Well, it started with his weekly phone call to May. The whole thing is kind of Peter's fault, anyway. His Aunt had called, starting off the conversation casually, and had Peter been paying attention he would have noticed the fake sweetness in her voice that only rose to the surface when she was very, very angry.

"When were you going to tell me you'd moved out of your apartment?" May slipped the question in at the tailend of Peter detailing his woes over his history class. He'd frozen, falling from his perch on the edge of the kitchen chair he'd been twisted on. "Uh, what?"

This quickly devolved into May yelling at him for not telling her he'd moved - apparently, she'd found him out while trying to surprise him and take him out to lunch, and instead discovering a single mother in his old apartment.

Peter had tried to explain that he'd moved in with someone and he hadn't wanted her to worry he was actually in a much better part of town now, which sent her on another long-winded rant until Peter simply couldn't take it anymore and, well, exploded.

"Because we're dating!" At least that earned him a long moment of silence. There were many reasons, obviously, why Peter might not be comfortable telling May he was dating again - and it wasn't until after he'd hung up, after May had demanded Peter bring his new partner to dinner on Sunday - that he realized he hadn't exactly told her Wade was a dude.

How did this kind of crap always end up happening to him?

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"After Gwen I just - I didn't know if I could be happy like that again and I didn't want to get her hopes up." Or his own hopes, because admitting it to May was more important than admitting it to himself. That really sealed the deal. "And then you...you're um...a guy." Whatever may come, Peter wasn't ashamed of Wade in the slightest.

He peeled himself off the wall, landing on the balls of his feet next to Wade, staring at his feet. "...you're both important to me. That's the problem."

"I completely get it, Pete. You don't have to explain this to me, baby boy. I understand," he said, tone still soothing. May meant the world to Peter, so her opinion all this was very important. And the fact that Wade was... a dude was a pretty big deal. So he could understand the anxiety. "I'm glad that you took notice of my manliness, Petey." And Wade knew that Peter wasn't ashamed of him for some reason. It was that Wade was ashamed of himself. That was the kicker.

Wade curled his arms around Peter, pressing a kiss into his hair. "I know, baby boy. It's okay."

Peter relaxed a little when Wade assured him that he understood. Good. Peter could barely understand it himself, so at least there was one of them. He did laugh, though, looping his arm around Wade's waist. It would be loose, except for the fact that Peter wasn't paying terribly much attention to his super strength. "Hey, I like your manliness. Your six pack is awesome."

Peter closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and just letting Wade's presence slowly calm him. They could do this, together. It wasn't some big bad Peter had to fight alone anymore - although this was way scarier than any villain. "...and you're okay with this? I know it's a lot to ask."

"I'm pretty fond of your manliness too, snookums," he said, voice a little tight from the squeeze. But he liked it. Wade was a weirdo like that. Any time Peter showed of his super strength, he was all about it.

Wade nodded, even if he was really anxious about the idea. "Yeah. I'm good. Honestly, I'm scared shitless, but this is important to you." He was just scared that his trainwreck of a face was going to cause issues and that was the last thing he wanted. Wade knew he wasn't good enough for Peter and the thought of someone so important to his boyfriend seeing that too was a scary thought.

"Oh, I know just how much you appreciate it." Peter laughed again, and god dammit Wade, your innuendos are rubbing off on my muse. Rude.

"I wish I could tell you not to be scared, but May is uh...angry with me." So in all actuality, she probably wouldn't have a problem with Wade like, at all. But she could be a scary lady when she was mad at Peter. "But nothing is going to change this. Us. Right?"

Wade waggled his eyebrows suggestively. "You know it."

"Oh. Wow. I'm sorry, Pete. Why is she angry?" Now Wade was definitely worried. His anxiety ramped up a bit. Shit. But that anxiety was the last thing on his mind after Peter's question. He pulled Peter closer, giving his boyfriend a little squeeze himself and then letting go so he cup Peter's face so he could make eye contact. "Nothing is every going to change between us unless that's what you want. I'll be here as long as you want me, baby boy."

"Well, you know, like I said I uh...didn't tell her I moved in with you." Peter took a deeper breath and elaborated. "...so she kind of showed up at my old apartment and found the new tenants. I'm just saying, she'll be nice to you but she'll be pissed at me."

"...in short, it'll be weird and I'm super sorry." Peter was twisting his hands nervously again, offering Wade an anxious smile. He reached out, rubbing his hand over Wade's arm. "Of course I want you, Wade. I just - you know, even if in some bizarro alternate dimension where May hated you, I'd still want to be with you. That's what I want you to know."

"Well, shit." Wade ran a hand over his scarred head as he exhaled. No wonder Peter was so nervous.

"It's okay, Pete. I'm here for you." It was hard to see Peter so worried about this. He couldn't even look Peter in the eyes after that though. So he stared at the ceiling as he looked up, trying to gather himself. How was this even possible? What did he do to deserve Peter? Wade exhaled again, looking back at Peter and giving a weak smile before pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. That was easier for him than trying to formulate words right then.

"Yeah, I kind of fucked up," Peter muttered, pulling himself in closer to Wade. He should have told her. How could he pretend moving in wasn't a big step? But he was just afraid, afraid of giving himself over to something like this and watching it all be ripped away.

"And I'm here for you," Peter cupped Wade's cheek this time, kissing him back with every bit of sincerity he had. "...and I'm really, really sorry. Also sorry I won't stop apologizing. Sorry."

Wade accommodated, arms curling tighter around Peter, protectively. He understood why Peter did what he did. So he had nothing to say. Instead, he comforted Peter as much as he could.

"I know, baby boy." Wade broke out into laughter at all the apologizing. He kissed Peter's forehead. "It's okay. I think it's cute. You tend to do that when you're nervous." Peter was a very considerate person and Wade loved that about him. So no, the apologizing didn't bother him at all.

"I am nervous. Very nervous. So nervous." Peter relaxed a little at Wade's laugh, closing his eyes and just pressing his face into Wade's shoulder. "...you'll let me know the second you're uncomfortable and we'll leave, okay?"

He wouldn't say it, but he definitely wanted May's approval. Wade was more important, though, and Peter would walk out if Wade didn't feel right about it.

"Alright, baby boy." he smiled, nuzzling the top of Peter's head. "I'm sure things will turn out just fine and we're both anxious over nothing." Knock on wood. He hoped it was that way at least. For Peter's sake. "I don't see myself walking out though."

Wade wanted May's approval too, so he would be on his best behavior. The last thing Wade wanted was for Peter to have another stress in his life.

Peter sighed, tipping his face up to kiss Wade's jaw. "I want you to know that you can, don't force yourself to be uncomfortable." This was all Peter's fault anyway, it wasn't fair for Wade to pay for it. "...but you're right, it'll probably be fine." Peter just gets anxious over this sort of thing.

"...how was your day?"

The kiss was comforting, causing Wade's eyes to close as he reveled in the feeling for a moment. "I know, Pete. I really want to meet your Aunt though. She is the most important person in your life. I'm just a little nervous about it is all." Wade never got to meet a significant other's family before, so this was brand spanking new for him. He hugged Peter close. "We got this."

He sighed. "Not as fruitful as I was hoping. I'll have to get up early and do another stake out. How about you? Other than the phone call?"

"...I want you to meet her too. I've been trying to figure out how to tell her," Peter admitted, back to staring at his feet. Obviously, he hadn't come up with anything before she'd found out, but he'd been thinking about it for a while. If he's being honest, he thought about it when they first discussed Peter moving in with Wade, but at the time it was simply easier to nope out of it.

"You'll catch them," Wade was the best, that much was certain. "Um, pretty alright. Class and everything...pretty normal." Not even a mugging on the way home from class.

"At least the bandaid has been mostly ripped off now. I'm sure she'll understand after we go see her, baby boy." Especially when she saw Wade's face. Yup. He was feeling a little self-deprecating right now and having a hard time going down that usual spiral of self loathing. All of this was just drudging a lot of his insecurities up, even if he was trying to keep a brave face up for Peter.

"I know~," he said in an over-exaggerated whine. "I'm just impatient and I want this to take less time. I feel like I've been working on this job forever." His hand rubbed up and down Peter's back of its own accord. "That's good. Normal is better than crazy. To most people, at least," he joked.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm sure she will." How could she not love Wade, with how good he'd been to Peter? How happy they made each other? Peter was worrying about Wade being a guy but - in all actuality, a loving person like Aunt May would never have a problem with something like that. He was just being insecure in himself and projecting, really. "Maybe we could bring her flowers?"

"Well, look at it this way. When you finally finish, you'll be entitled to a real celebration," Peter offered, smirking at Wade's cute whine. "Not everyday is normal, so I think it's a count your blessings type of thing."

"Yes, to the flowers. I think that's always a good idea," He pressed a kiss to Peter's temple.

"Yeah, yeah," his tone was still a little whiny. "If said celebration involves you getting naked, I'm all for it. Just sayin'." He sighed and moved over to flop down on the couch and then immediately open his arms toward Peter. Yes, Wade was sitting on the couch making grabby hands toward Peter. Maybe he was being a little over-exaggerated and goofy, but if that meant that Peter's mind was getting further away from those worries then Wade was happy. So he would make an ass of himself as per usual. "This is true. Your crazy days far outweigh the normal ones."

"She likes daisies," Peter recommended, thinking about the gas station near May's house, on the corner with the cheap flowers. They were kind of crappy, but she always loved them when Peter got a bouquet for her birthday, or mother's day.

"Maybe if you ask nicely, it will." Peter hinted, snorting a laugh when Wade flopped on the couch and demanded his attention. He sat down next to his boyfriend, looping an arm over Wade's waist and tilting to lean into Wade's side. It was definitely taking his mind off everything, and hopefully it would do the same for Wade. "It's been pretty quiet, though. I'm jinxing it by saying that, but it has been."

"Then daisies is what we'll get her," he smiled. Hopefully that would help lower her anger toward Peter. Wade was more worried about that than anything. He just wanted Peter to be okay.

"Oh, really?" Wade asked, hopeful. He was a horn dog. It was terrible. He blamed Peter for being so god damn beautiful and sweet and kind. It made his libido sky rocket even from where it already was. Wade always had a bit of an appetite. Wade curled around Peter like an octopus as soon as he got close enough. Hopefully some serious snuggling would help Peter's anxiety. "Pete! Why would you jinx yourself? We like quiet every once in a while," he pressed a kiss to his boyfriend's temple.

It would be, it really would be. Let it not be said they weren't forged in fire though, huh?

"Really really." Yeah, it was definitely terrible. One day they'd have to see whose regeneration abilities won out first on, ahem, that front. Lucky they could both keep up, really. "Eh, I'm accustomed to it. Something's going to destroy Midtown in a day or two and I'll have no one but myself to blame for it."

That's why they were a good fit. They matched each other like puzzle pieces. Though Wade would never admit that out loud. Even if it was what he felt. It would make him too vulnerable right then. But god damn did he feel it. Wade nuzzled Peter's jaw, arms wrapped snugly around his boyfriend. "We'll put it back together again. Remember when I accidentally ordered that crate of super glue off Amazon and you told me to return it and get my money back? About that..." There was a crate of super glue sitting in his closet right then. They could just... glue the city back together again. Sounded like a plan.

"It's going to be okay, Petey Pie," he said quietly, all the exuberance he had before now traded in for a much more calm, collected version of himself. "We'll figure out whatever's thrown at as." He added, even though he was honestly talking about what happened between Peter and May.

Peter snorted rather hard at that, closing his eyes and tucking in tightly towards Wade's chest. He could already feel the knot of tension in his back starting to loosen when Wade held him like that, and he snuggled in closer, placing one hand over Wade's heart to feel the fluttering beat beneath his skin. "...you're kidding. Really? What do you possibly think you're going to use it for?"

He let out a soft, if tired, sigh, eyes fluttering open at Wade's words. He tipped his head back enough to look at Wade's face, gaze tracing the line of his boyfriend's jaw. "Yeah, I know. Thank you. I'm just...worried about nothing, I guess."

"I will never have a problem gluing my finished puzzles to frame them? I am officially the person to call if something gets chipped," Wade rambled a little, his brain flying through all the uses of super glue, but trying his best not to overload and let all of them come out. It finally felt like Peter was relaxing, so the last thing he wanted was to do something that jeopardized his lover's comfort.

There was no way to stop the smile that came to his face when Peter looked up at him. Christ. There went his thumping heart. All Petey had to do was look at him and he became a babbling idiot. It was ridiculous. "It's okay to worry, Petey Pie. Just know I'm here, okay?"

"You are such a dork," Peter snorted, pressing his forehead into Wade's shoulder for a moment to just ground himself against his boyfriend. "...I bought you a new puzzle, actually. It's in the bedroom." He saw it and couldn't help but think of Wade, and yeah, maybe he could have used that five bucks on a muffin, but he knew it'd be worth it for Wade's smile. Cough.

There it was, free of charge. Peter couldn't help but smile back at him, tight-lipped from the stress but still genuine. "I know, Wade. I know and I...I really love that about you. Thank you."

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