"Well I'll tell you one thing, I'm no scratch lotto prize," Peter teased gently, breath warm against Wade's neck. They'd only just woken up, probably less than two hours ago, but if Wade needed a nap - well, Peter was like a cat, able to curl up anywhere. Besides, he was full and warm from breakfast, and Wade was probably tired after that panic attack. Understandable.

Peter fell into a light doze, snoring quietly. His arm tightened around Wade, holding him snugly against his chest. Clearly, a position Peter had become comfortable with.

What would Wade's Peter even do, with a non-mutant Wade who insisted they were in love?