Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't, but who's really to say that Peter and Wade weren't meant to be in other universes, too? If they could make each other smile even a fraction of how often they were smiling now - wouldn't that be worth it?

Everything was always going to fall apart. They were superheroes.

"Uh huh." Peter smiled knowingly and for the first time, he was the one swatting Wade's ass. "Go on, I'll be there in a minute."

Peter made for the kitchen, finishing their breakfast and bringing in two steaming plates; waffles, bacon, and cut up apples. A big glass of OJ for the both of them, too; he would have made coffee, but Peter knew Wade didn't need the caffeine when he was already shaking.