His Peter was a tougher egg to crack. His Peter - it would take a lot, back home, to get Wade's Peter to the level of happiness this Peter was currently enjoying. This Peter wasn't a superhero; just a relatively normal kid with abnormal bad luck.

So the Peter back home - no, maybe he didn't take Wade as seriously as he should. Not only did he joke around, constantly coming out of nowhere to smack his ass, but Peter didn't make a habit of getting close to, well, anyone.

"Yes, you can, Wade." Peter implored gently, resting one hand on the door, fingers spread over the wood as though he could console Wade through the barrier. "We can do it together. Come on, breathe with me, babe. I'm right here."

"M'not going anywhere." Peter closed his eyes, taking a deep breath himself. It was always rough, talking Wade down like this. There was reason Wade had been at that support group, Peter knew that. "Never going anywhere, Wade."