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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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"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."

"Always and forever. Captain dork, at your service," Wade said as he grinned dopily. He froze at Peter's words though, mouth slackening into a look of utter shock. "Whaaaaaaat? Baby boy, you didn't!" Instantly the shock was gone and instead replaced with one of the biggest grins he was capable of. Peter knew him so well! "You know just what to say to make me happy, Snookums."

Wade gave Peter another comforting squeeze, his heart pounding a little harder at the sweet words. Peter was extremely good at making him feel like he was actually worth something. "Anytime, Petey Pie."

"I thought it was Captain Deadpool?" Peter teased, although he was hardly in any shape to be teasing anyone about their superhero name. His was lame as hell, picked off the top of his mind. Peter smiled, somewhat shy but thoroughly pleased by Wade's happiness, and he squeezed Wade a little tighter. "Yeah I thought you might like it. Let me know if it's one you already have..."

The week passes too fast. As it goes on, Peter gets more and more antsy, try as he might to hide it from Wade. Finally, Sunday dinner rolls around, and Peter is buzzing through the apartment, trying to get ready and make sure they're both perfect to go over to May's.

"Captain Dork on the streets, Captain Deadpool between the sheets," Wade growled playfully, teeth nipping gently at Peter's jawline. Petey-pie was so thoughtful. It filled him up to the brim with butterflies, begging to be set free. "I love it. Thank you," he said quietly, planting a kiss over the spot he had nipped a moment again. He spent the rest of the evening curled up with Peter, still anxious about the thought of meeting Aunt May, but happy that he could help Peter relax.

It wasn't difficult for Wade to realize how stressed out Peter was over the impending meeting. Wade knew Peter well, so all the signs of Peter's anxiety started to slip through the cracks more and more as it got closer to the date. It didn't help that Wade was anxious too. His jokes were few and far between compared to the usual. Even though the boxes had been absent for months, they came back with a vengeance, torturing him and mocking his worries. So when Sunday comes around, the boxes are going at it full force.

His hands smoothed down over the front of his dress shirt. It took everything in him not to put that mask on. Wade was itching for the comfort of the familiar fabric, but he refused to put it on. Either he was a masochist -- well, duh -- or his love for Peter beat out his hatred for himself.

[ Both. It's both. ]

[ HAH. Look at this punk. Dress up all you want, dude. She's still going to take one look at your face and pull an exorcist all over the place. ]

"I hope we're not having pea soup for dinner," he muttered under his breath as he buttoned his shirt the rest of the way up. He looked himself up and down again, frowning in the mirror.

[ There's no point. Nothing can hide how hideous we are. We're disgusting. ]

[ Truth! I still don't understand how Pete can touch us without vomiting. Remember that one time with the hooker way before we met Pete? At least we're not as disgustingly desperate for human contact anymore. I still think he has an ugly kink. It's the only explanation -- ]

The urge to smash the mirror in front of him swelled up until that was all he could think about, but he forced himself to turn around and march straight out of the bathroom. Whitey was still going off in the back of mind, bringing up every single time someone been horrified by his skin. Depression, insecurity, and a deep-seated hatred for himself permeated every fiber of his being. He was too lost in his thoughts to hide his true feelings right then.

He's overreacting and he knows it, but he still can't help it. Won't be able to help it, at least, not until he's gotten the chance to see May with his own two eyes and grovel a bit in person. He just - Wade is so, so important to him at this point, it would suck so bad if the two most important people in his life didn't get along...for whatever inconceivable reason. So yeah, Peter's at about a 9/10 right now and it's really not helping anyone, as his fingers run over the lines of his collared shirt for the upteenth time.

Wade's quiet, which should be a glaring red sign, but Peter's been too frazzled today to take much notice. He'd gotten the wrong type of cream and had to run out to replace it so he could make the dip recipe he'd wanted to bring to May's. Then he'd remembered the flowers, and picking up his dry cleaning...gosh, he was just going in too many directions at once, so unfortunately, he hadn't had the time to stop and force Wade to tell him what was wrong. He assumed it had to do with nerves, but it would all be fine once they got there. Right?

"Better hope she's not mad enough at me to make the infamous meatloaf," Peter corrected, poking his head in the doorway. "Time to go, we don't want to be late."

The look on Wade's face stops Peter up short, however, small frown furrowing his brow. He looked...pretty damn miserable, at least for a second there, and a moment of doubt slid into Peter's head. "...you know, you don't have to do this, Wade. If you'd rather wait, or if you're uncomfortable with the idea..."

Whitey and yellow continued to drone on, but Wade tried to do his best to tune them out. He forced a smile when Peter poked his head in. "I'm ready," he said, voice quavering. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves.

[ You gonna get sick, bro? Sounds like it. ]

Wade shook his head. "I'll be okay, baby boy. Think my blood sugar's just a little low."

[ Lies! All lies! How much you wanna bet he has a meltdown during dinner? ]

[ It'd be fitting. Maybe Peter will finally see we're not worth the trouble. ]

To say that he missed the days where his boxes were quiet would be an understatement. He shook his head, not that that did anything to dislodge yellow or whitey, and took a moment to lock eyes with Peter. Warmth settled over him and the two boxes quieted down for a moment. This. This was why he could do this. The man standing in front of him who also looked like he was having an internal meltdown. Wade needed to be there for Peter. Peter was worth it. He moved so he was in front of Peter, arms immediately wrapping around the other man and hugging tightly. Wade pressed a kiss to Peter's temple.

"This means a lot to you, Petey-Pie, and I want to meet Aunt May. I love you. It's going to be okay." He just wanted Peter to feel less stressed.

[ So gaaaaaaaaay. ]

[ All homo. ]

"Well no shit. That's kind of the point," Wade shot back at whitey before realizing he said it out loud. Jesus. No more reverting back to his old ways, please!

Peter wasn't convinced, frown deepening a little, but when Wade met his gaze and moved in for a hug, he slowly relaxed in return. He smiled, brushing a light kiss against Wade's jaw in response. If Wade said he was okay...well, Peter had given him an out, several times over. "You mean a lot to me. You just tell me if it gets to be too much, okay? May will understand."

He took a deep breath, mimicking Wade's motion from earlier, and offered a shaky smile. "I love you too. It will be, I promise. I think you'll really like her." Peter reached up, smoothing down Wade's collar, unable to help himself. Nervous tic, as it were.

"...what?" Peter started a bit, giving Wade a doubletake at the strange outburst. It took him a second to realize Wade wasn't responding to him, and another second for the frown to return. Wade had been doing well, keeping the outbursts to a minimum, which Peter thought was a sign Wade was doing well. Not that Peter had ever really paid Wade's odd comments much mind, preferring to let the man deal with it however he wanted to. "...are you okay?"

"Okay. I will. I'll be fine though," he said, hand burying into Peter's hair and stroking gently. The last thing he wanted to do right now was to add to Peter's anxiety. So he took a moment to revel in the feel of his boyfriend pressed close. Just having Peter against him like this -- warm and comforting -- quieted the boxes.

Wade returned the smile before leaning forward to press a kiss to Peter's forehead. "I know I'll love her."

[ But she won't love you. ]

Wade ignored the voice.

"Uh..." Wade began, panicking a little. "Yeah, Petey Pie. I'm spectacular. Let's get the last of our stuff together and head out." He pressed a kiss to that frown, hoping to relax his lover.

"Yeah, I definitely think you will." Peter smiled, pulling back enough to take Wade's hand and start leading him out of the apartment. He snatched the dip and flowers on the way out, pressing the flowers into Wade's other hand. "Best behavior, okay? No comments about my butt." Less because May would mind and more because Peter wouldn't hear the end of it from her for weeks.

Another skeptical look, but Peter wasn't going to press it at the moment. Wade was probably more nervous than he was letting on, and Peter wasn't going to pick apart his facade right before dinner. He squeezed Wade's hand, pulling him out into the hallway of their apartment building. Next time, Peter would have to have May over for dinner. Their shared apartment was in a nice enough area that Peter wasn't going to panic at the thought of May have to walk around at night (not that he wouldn't shadow her all the way home as Spiderman, but. It's the thought that counts).

The subway ride is quiet, but Peter keeps their hands interlocked the whole way, directing all of his restless energy into his bouncing leg. He can't tell what Wade is thinking, but honestly, Peter's sure if they can just get through the next few hours, they'll both feel a lot better. Peter directs them all the way out into Forest Hills, much closer to a suburb than they normally frequent, and he feels his cheeks heat up a little as they enter the familiar neighborhood. He doesn't know that much about Wade's past - the man just doesn't like to talk about it - but from what Peter can gather, it wasn't great. Not that he thinks Wade would judge him based on where he grew up or anything it's just...he's just going a mile a minute here, that's all.

They get off the subway and Peter leads them up to fresh air, a series of brownstones stretched out before them. May lives in something a little smaller, not quite as nice, and Peter quietly directs them down the block towards that area. "...you sure you're okay with this? Last chance to run screaming."

"I will keep all comments about your magnificent ass to myself. You might be bombarded with 'baby got back' jokes when we get home though."

This was one of the first times that Wade was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't care about the weird looks he got from people on the subway. The feel of his boyfriend's hand in his, warm and solid, kept him as grounded as he could be in this situation. He kept close to Peter, eyes down to the floor as the boxes berated him with a billion different terrible scenarios that could happen when he meets Aunt May. Most of them ended with Peter finally realizing how much better off he'd be without Wade. Wade knew it was his biggest fear. Nothing could destroy him more than the loss of Peter.

Wade finally snapped out of his stupor when they leave the subway. He looks at Peter, giving the other man's hand a gentle squeeze. A small smile formed on his lips. "Yeah. This is important to both of us. You talk about Aunt May so much, I think it's time for me to meet her face to face."

[ You mean face to fugly face. ]

[ Time to take the monster to meet the family! ]

"You say that like I'm not bombarded with them already."

If Peter felt Wade's mood shift at all, he certainly didn't say anything aloud, choosing instead to hold onto Wade's hand as a way of showing his support and solidarity. He offered his own small smile in return when Wade squeezed his hand, thumb brushing over Wade's knuckles in response. "I love you." Willing to walk into the proverbial lion's den. Wade was incredible, Peter didn't know what he'd done to earn someone like that in his life.

The walk is about ten blocks, which pass in nervous silence. They pass a number of childhood haunts, but Peter keeps his mouth shut, somewhat embarrassed about it all, despite himself. It's just - gosh, so much of his life, it feels like he's just cut it off, kept it to himself. Wade was the first person he'd let in, in a long time, but he still didn't know everything there was to know about Peter. And the more Peter realized he hadn't told Wade, the more he realized he didn't know the answers to those same questions in reverse.

"This is it." Peter sounded almost apologetic, finally letting go of Wade's hand to run his own back through his hair. The house is small and weathered, perhaps a little more than it might have been if Ben were still alive to keep ahead of the repairs. May's flowers are blooming beautifully out front, and Peter smiles a little when he looks up at his bedroom window. This will always be home, no matter where he goes. "C'mon, I can practically smell the pie from here."

May might not be the best cook in the world, but her baking skills were unparalleled. Peter led the way up the stairs, taking a deep breath and glancing at Wade before he finally knocked on the door, three short raps. He could hear May moving in the kitchen, pausing and sweeping to the door, and despite his nerves, Peter couldn't help his smile when she answered, wrinkles folding in a smile around her eyes. "Peter Benjamin Parker, you're late!"

Pete had a point.

"I love you too," Wade said quietly, much more quietly than his usual loud bravado. Any fears he had would be conquered as long as he had Peter by his side. This was just one of them. Regardless of what could happen, he wanted to show Peter how far he had come since they first got together.

There were a lot of things that the two of them still needed to talk about. Both of them had been through so much in what felt like a very short amount of time. It was too easy to deflect with a joke or bury the pain for inspection at a later date. Wade had such a horrific time opening up to anyone, but he knew that he could open to Peter. He had before and he would again.

Wade smiled. It was a little stiff, but he tried his best to ease some of Peter's worries. His heart does a flip at the little smile on his lover's face. "Alright, baby boy."

When the door opened, Wade stopped breathing. He had a death grip on the flowers Peter had handed to him earlier and that was when he noticed he was shaking a bit. Good god, dude! Get your shit together!

It was a long process for both of them, but they'd already kind of gotten past the hard part together. Wade knew both sides of Peter Parker, he knew about Spiderman - and now he was coming home to meet Peter's best kept secret. After Gwen and...everything that had happened, no one else knew he was Spiderman. The thing that had allowed him to breach past that wall with Wade was simple - Wade couldn't die. But May? Peter would never let anything happen to her because of his extracurriculars. Maybe one day Wade would be able to trust Peter with something so dear to him in return, but Peter, better than anyone, understood how long that might take.

"Sorry, May," Peter scuffed his foot against the floorboard of the porch, but May was already pulling him into a tight hug. Her hugs were the best, okay, they were so firm and warm and she always wore this flowery perfume that Peter associated with home. Peter wrapped his free arm around her, returning the embrace gladly and momentarily burying his face in her neck, kissing her cheek. "It's good to see you."

May released him and batted him on the arm good-naturedly. "It's been too long, Peter. And you're too skinny!" Her head turned, taking in Peter's guest. The only indication of surprise that she gives, however, is a slight tilt of her head, eyes scanning Wade thoughtfully for half a second. "And who is this young man?"

"That's my boyfriend." Peter's voice is shy, soft, but undeniably happy to call Wade his. "May, meet Wade. Wade, this is my Aunt May."

"Boyfriend, hm?" Another bat against Peter's arm, and May laughs gently. "That's for not bringing him sooner." And then May's reaching out, pulling Wade into one of her patented hugs without pause.

"I don't know what we did to raise a child so smart and so stupid at the same time." May murmurs secretively to Wade, and if her hug is a tad less tight because she doesn't want to hurt him - assumes she might, with how aggravated his scars look - it's only out of consideration. "And you brought flowers! My, Peter, you've gone and found yourself a gentleman, hm?"

Wade watched the entire interaction curiously. It was nice to see. It didn't curb the feeling of terror that was stuck in his gut, but it was still nice.

When May turned the conversation to him, he blinked but quickly recovered, a wide smile stretching across his face. Even with the horrific scars, at least he still had a nice smile. Before he could say anything though, he was swept up in a comforting hug. Oh. Well, this isn't what I was expecting at all. The voices were eerily quiet.

"Aunt May, it's so nice to finally meet you. Peter has told me so much about you, so it's nice to put a face to a name," he said, in an overly polite manner. Wade laughed a little. "Yeah, the flowers were Peter's idea. He said you really like them." Wade held them out toward May. Butterflies were still churning around like crazy in his stomach, but the initial meeting wasn't nearly as bad as he was thinking! No vomiting! Yay!

"I wish I could say the same! I assume you can gather just how far in the doghouse Peter is for pulling that little stunt with the apartment." May shook her head, hooking her arm through Wade's and pulling him into the house, deftly taking the flowers and leading the way into the kitchen. "But it is very nice to meet you, Wade. I expect I'll be hearing everything I was missing out on this evening, hm? You'll have to fill me in, since Peter seems to have such a terrible time communicating."

"Of course, May," Peter hid a laugh from the door, closing it behind them and letting May sweep Wade into the kitchen to work her magic. His nerves were already starting to soothe, simply by virtue of being home and around May's particular brand of kindness. She always knew exactly what to say and do, Peter didn't know how she did it.

"Peter, dear, put these in a vase for me, will you?" May passed off the flowers to Peter, settling Wade down in a kitchen chair, already halfway done pouring him a cup of tea.

Ooo, burn. Poor Petey. Aunt May cuts right to the core. Wade followed along without struggle, still pretty shell-shocked by how kind she was. No wonder Peter came out the way he did if this was the woman who raised him. And she just kept on slicing! No wonder Peter was worried about tonight. He looked back at his boyfriend, unable to keep the grin off his face. "Of course! I over-communicate. I communicate so much that people try to get me to stop. So whatever you want to know, I'm your man."

Wade immediately sat down, still blinking owlishly. His fingers messed with the top button of his dress shirt, making sure they were all secured up to his neck. It was like he was in the twilight zone. And tea! Wow. It shocked him that May didn't even pause. This was one of the few times he didn't see instant judgment in someone else's eyes and it made him feel very confused.

She certainly wasn't very happy with her nephew, but Peter knew coming into this that May wouldn't let that rub off on her treatment of Wade. Peter would just have to endure and grovel for the evening - that's what he was worried about. That, and, of course, the fact that Wade was a guy.

"How long have you two known each other?" Clearly long enough for them to move in together, but again, May wasn't holding anything against Wade.

Peter got a vase out from under the counter, busying himself by putting the flowers in water and emptying the flower food packet into the vase. He kept an eye on Wade, though, wondering how he was taking all of this.

"I hope you like Oolong, dear, it's one of Peter's favorites. I've got your standard Earl Grey, though, if you'd prefer." May pushed the sugar over to Wade, sitting down herself with her own cup. "Go on dear, drink up. Calms the nerves. Now, Wade, tell me about yourself! I've got a lot of catching up to do."

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