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And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife

The morning is largely the same. Well, sort of. It sounds the same. Same old New York traffic, the bustle of the city outside Wade's window. The room, however - it's very different. The walls are painted a light blue, covered in photos - mostly of Wade, actually, although there are some flowers, or pictures of the city. Interspersed are items clearly of Wade's influence - a ratty Star Wars poster, newspaper clippings of the funniest headlines - and so on.

Peter stretched, humming quietly as he opened his eyes. A moment to fumble for his glasses - on a real night stand, no less, because there's a real bed in the room, too - and he smiled at the man sleeping next to him. This Peter was far more relaxed than Wade's probably ever had the privilege to see. He's also not wearing a shirt, or pants, down to just his boxers and apparently alright with it.

"Rise and shine, lazy," Peter poked Wade's side before flopping obnoxiously on his chest and peppering his face with kisses. "Come on, get up, you promised you'd help me today - "

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This Peter, at least, made it pretty obvious Peter Parker wasn't as straight as some might assume. Peter was kind of hard to read that way in the first place, but like his Aunt always said, love is love is love. And you don't take it for granted, wherever you might find it.

"Why not?" Peter grinned against Wade's mouth, not at all shy about pressing up against who he thought was his boyfriend, hands finding Wade's hips. "You got somewhere better to be, Wilson?"

He was a little bewildered when Wade pulled away just as fast as he'd curled closer, blinking at him in confusion. "...is there something you're not telling me?" Mixed signal central, over here.

Never. There was nowhere else better to be. He just didn't belong here. That was the problem.

"I'm a spy. I work for the CIA. I'm sorry, Peter." Deflection. So much deflection. "I have six toes. My mother was a lion. The illuminati is real. ...I'm pregnant."

This was not his Peter, no matter how adorkable and perfect he was. And how did that saying go? Though shalt not pound another Wade's Peter into the mattress they sleep on.

"Can I be the little spoon?" Wade rolled over so his back was to Peter, pushing back against him. Maybe if he fell asleep he'd wake back up in a place where he wasn't being tortured every moment by what he could have had. He sighed. "...thanks for hearing me out."

"Wade - " He cut off that thread of conversation by rolling over, and Peter wasn't entirely sure it was something he should push. So he didn't, instead wrapping his arms around Wade and snuggling in close, pressing his cheek to Wade's shoulder, thumb rubbing a lazy circle into his abdoman.

That's a really weird saying for your book over proverbs, man.

"Anytime, baby." Peter murmured softly into Wade's ear, tilting his head up to kiss the sensitive skin of his neck. "You know that. Anytime you need me, Wade. You're it, for me."

With Peter pressed against his back, he could almost pretend that this was the life that he got. Wade hoped that this version of himself appreciated what he had. Because this Peter was pretty damn close to perfect.

A shiver zipped up his spine at the whisper and the feel of Peter's lips on his neck. "I know. How'd I get so lucky, huh?" Honestly. He wanted to know how this Wade got so lucky. His heart clenched at the words and all he could think in his head was how much he wanted that in his world. How much he wanted Peter to be it for him. How much he wanted to be it for Peter. Only time could tell though. If he ever got back.

God, that was something he didn't think about. What if he couldn't go back? What then? What would happen to him? What about his Peter? Was the other Wade taking his place?

"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?

Peter was better than anything he could've gotten from a scratch off ticket.

Wade definitely needed a nap. A universe altering nap that sent him through time and space back to where he belonged. Because he sure as hell didn't belong here as much as he wanted to. He pretty much passed out thanks to how comfortable and safe he felt. Usually Wade was a super light sleeper, but the warmth and comfort of Peter's presence made him sleep like the dead. So while Peter was snoring quietly, Wade was snoring like a freaking rototiller, drooling on the pillow.

Murder him? Throw him out a window? Wade was already handsy when they weren't in a relationship, so...

Unfortunately, this wasn't the nap Wade was hoping for. Nothing...happened. Peter was still normal, sweet Peter, wrapped around Wade's backside. Their legs were tangled together and Peter's free hand was resting, warm and heavy on Wade's thigh. He was kind of adorable, asleep, face slack, glasses - which he'd forgotten to take off - askew. The bed head game was real.

Probably be worried that Wade had become even more unhinged than usual, and wonder if he'd be getting a katana in the face.

Everything felt so warm and comfortable and then suddenly Wade's own snoring made him shoot awake. "Oh shit." he muttered, rubbing sleep from his eyes and trying to get a handle on what was going on. He looked down and saw Peter next to him, looking cute as hell and making his heart squeeze up -- then he remembered. "Shit." It didn't fucking work! How the hell was he supposed to get back? Wade held his head in his hands, eyes squeezed shut tightly as he tried to get his breathing under control. The last thing he needed was to be set off again.

What could he do right now? Nothing that he could think of. So instead, he laid back down, pulling Peter close to him to try to ground himself so he could think clearly.

Fuck. What if he could never get back? What if he couldn't get back until some random time when he least expected it. How the hell was he going to keep up this facade?

Peter mumbled quietly under his breath, tucking in closer to Wade when he pulled him in against him. His snores are soft against Wade's shoulder, cheek smushed against his skin. It didn't take him long to wake like this, with a wide yawn, deep brown eyes slowly blinking open, up at Wade. He definitely isn't confused or annoyed by waking up to this, the way his regular universe counterpart might be.

"...Mm, hey Wade," Peter hummed, soft smile curling on his lips. "Feelin' better?"

Wade's negative thoughts stop when he feels Peter stirring. His eyes meet Peter's sleepy ones and everything he was worried about just melts away. It was crazy how that seemed to be normal for the time he's been here.

"I'm sorry. Did I wake you up, sleeping beauty?" Wade grinned and leaned down to brush his lips against Peter's ever so softly. Just that tiny bit of contact filled him with warmth. "Yeah, baby boy. I think I'm okay now." Lie. But the last thing he wanted was for this Peter to realize that. Wade pressed closer, his hand reaching for the mess on top of Peter's head, fingers gently and carefully working out the tangles. It was next to impossible to keep his hands to himself. One of the only times he felt centered was when he was touching Peter.

"I was just dozin' anyway," Peter smiled, leaning forward to chase Wade's lips at the gentle brush. "Mm, glad to hear it. Movie night'll make you feel better. It's your turn to pick, too."

The noise Peter made when Wade started running his fingers through his hair...really wasn't decent, honestly. He tilted his head, closing his eyes again, and Peter let his hands wander down Wade's sides.

For not wanting to keep up the facade...Wade was doing a damn good job.

God. Of course they had a movie night. Christ. They were like a married couple. Wade was surprised they didn't have rings and a minivan for their 2.5 children. And of course Wade loved it because he was a big, dumb sap. "I guess I'll have to figure out what we're gonna watch then, huh?"

That noise went straight to his groin. Fuck. This was so damn difficult. How the hell was he going to make it through this? Many, many trips to the 'shower'. Probably. Wishing his hand was Peter's and not his rough, scarred one.

That's because deep down, he knew he wanted to keep it up. More than anything. There was a little part of him that desperately needed that affirmation from this world's Peter. He needed someone to see him as something more than a psycho. He needed someone to love him because he sure as hell didn't get that back in his world and it ate him up every second of the day.

We-ll they were both working on it. Peter had gotten close a few times but he always chickened out. Besides, he hadn't saved enough for a ring yet, and Wade deserved a nice one. The best one, one he could wear and not be irritated by. Was it achingly cute that Peter had a little box he stored as much money as he could afford in, every month, as a ring fund? Shh.

"It is your one job around here," Peter joked, letting out a quiet sigh that screamed contentment as he relaxed into Wade's hand.

Well, not letting Peter join him would probably strike a very suspicious chord with Peter. So it would be interesting to watch Wade deflect him.

Or worse, outright reject. Because that would go over well. It just got more complicated by the minute.

"I only have the one job?" Well shit. He probably shouldn't have asked that either. Wade always ended up blurting everything out anyway. He was a hot mess.

And Wade would definitely try to deflect him because Peter naked in the shower with him amped the whole damn situation to 11. He would lose it.

This entire situation was complicated and all that Wade wanted to do was go back home so he didn't torture himself anymore. But then Peter was so close to him and so warm and so ridiculously cute. Wade hugged him tight for a moment, just appreciating that he could do this without Peter pushing him away. Which is what his Peter back home would have done.

"Well you seem to make a point of not making the bed," Peter teased, poking Wade in the chest. Ah, yeah, Wade would probably have to figure out what they did day-to-day, if he stayed any longer. It was sunday, after all, so...and if Wade started forgetting things, like picking Peter up at the subway, he'd have a very unhappy boyfriend.

Peter, naked in the shower, and with very clear intentions. Oh boy.

"So? What's it going to be?" Peter asked, voice muffled as he tucked into Wade's embrace, floof of hair brushing Wade's neck.

"We're literally going to mess it up in less than 24 hours. I don't get the point of fighting that uphill battle." There were a lot of uphill battles Wade would fight, but it was not that one. Not today! The bed at his apartment was always a mess. Much like his life. And his face.

He was far too distracted by the here and now to think of the future. So there would be many more fuck-ups on his part. Which was definitely a normal thing for him.

Wade would be screwed. Both literally and figuratively. There would be no more fighting it.

"I'm thinking we should marathon the original Star Wars trilogy, personally." Wade tilted his head down to press a kiss into the top of that adorable floof of hair.

"Maybe it's because Aunt May would have killed me if I left my bed a mess," Peter grumbled, shaking his head at Wade. As though they'd had this argument many times. "And because maybe I'd like to climb into a crisp bed with you once in a while."

This definitely wasn't shaping up to be fun for Wade.

"Mm, you know I'm always a slut for Mark Hamill." Peter laughed, kissing Wade's shoulder in return. "And Harrison Ford. And Carrie Fisher. Look, they're all hot."

His family life wasn't structured like that. Wade lost his mother to cancer (ironically) when he was little and grew up with a father that abused him up until he left for the military. So there was absolutely no structure in his life. Whatever little bits he had were because he forced himself into it. It said a lot about his mental state and lack of care.

Nope.

"Peter, are you trying to tell me that you want to be in a Mark, Harrison and Carrie pile?" The look in his eyes got distant as he was bombarded with mental images. Oh God. He licked his chapped lips and cleared his throat. "Uhh... I definitely have to agree with you on all accounts there, baby boy. The golden trio are all hot." Is this what his Peter thought too? Fuck. Pete was really holding out on him. And here Wade thought he was at least 90% straight.

Oh my god. When the hell was he going to get out of here. This was too much.

Wade has Peter, now, though, and they're building their own structure. Their own life, together, where the basil goes on the second shelf and their movie collection is organized by 'awesomeness', not any semblance of actual alphabetical order.

"Uh, always, what kind of a question is that?" Peter smirked, knowing that look well. "Hamill, nothing but the gay ass poncho. Mm." Another discussion that sounds like they've had many times over. Huh.

To be completely fair, had Wade ever actually asked his Peter, in a non-joking way, about his sexuality? The answer is no, folks. Peter also wasn't the type to freely offer such information, anyway. But yes, his proverbial door swung both ways.

And Wade can imagine that having that structure with Peter was a big reason why the other version of himself was a much more stable, happy person. He got to spend every day with the love his life.

"Jesus, Pete." Wade couldn't even handle it. Yup. Peter was definitely meant for him. He would fight anyone that said otherwise. This was his person. He officially claimed him.

It was true. Wade's subconscious glazed over things that would have clued him to Peter's sexuality because it was easier to keep yourself from hope if you genuinely thought you didn't have a chance. So he just kept himself inside that little box because that was what he knew and that was what was safe.

Peter's Wade had lived a rough life. Not nearly as rough as this Wade, of course, but more than rough enough. Shitty childhood, shittier adulthood, culminating in a horrific accident. Wade didn't like talking about it - Peter didn't even have the full story. But Wade had money - plenty to live comfortably - from the settlement. Without Peter, the other version of him had drifted in self-loathing. And then there was light, right?

"This is the part where you offer to don the bikini." Peter reminded him, tilting his head up to kiss the tip of Wade's nose. "And I say, only in my wildest dreams."

Oh Wade. You are so wrong about so many things.

Peter was always the light in the darkness for Wade. Apparently being in a different universe didn't change that either.

"Oh I guess I missed my cue. Whoops!" The little nose smooch was so endearing that Wade had to lean down and do the same to Peter. "I'm sure we can make that a reality eventually." He was surprised it hadn't happened already. Peter would get home from work and there would be Wade lounging on the couch like a creeper in the slave Leia bikini.

He would have to agree.

Not a single universe where they aren't fated, Wade.

"Oh, don't worry, I'll get you one for Christmas," Peter laughed when Wade kissed his nose back, unprecedentedly happy. Seriously, Wade's Peter? He'd never smiled like this. Maybe he couldn't. "You think they sell a strip-away Han Solo costume?"

If only Wade could just realize that. Maybe he wouldn't be such a hot mess all the time.

"Oho! Well now you took the surprise out of it, baby boy. If I don't see the bikini this Christmas, I'm going to be so sad." Wade hugged Peter to him tightly, burying his face in the side of his neck and breathing deeply. This person. This was the perfect person. Right here. "I can make it if they don't. Because this needs to be a reality."

Oh, he'd still be a hot mess. But a hot mess with a purpose.

"I've never disappointed you at Christmas. If it's not the bikini, it's because it's something better." Peter promised, quirking a brow. "You can make a Leia bikini? Since when are you a metallurgist too? Dude."

Peter laughed, rubbing his cheek against Wade's. "Babe that tickles."

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