Spiderman

The night had been relatively easy, a couple of muggings, and sense it was a Friday, a large handful of drunk assholes trying to get away with one thing or another. Most of which Peter handled himself. Deadpool tagged along but he normally stood back a little while Peter gave the "Do better with your life" speech, thinking that a mercenary might not be the best role model for redemption. He was wrong of course, he is the perfect model for reformation but he would literally tune Peter out every time he tried to tell him that. Literal fingers in the ears singing at the top of his lungs.

They ended up calling it a night early.

Dinner, on Deadpool of course, and with an argument over Iron Man V. Batman that started with "Iron Man needs a solid ass kicking from Batman, do you think we could call him in?" and ended at, "If I beat you in Mario Kart then you have to grovel, and admit Iron Man would fuck up Batman."

Which is how they ended up in Deadpool's apartment on finishing round 26 close to 5am in the morning. A notepad used to keep score, surrounded by Deadpool's discarded weapons kept score, read; Spidey-babs, 15 (read with like 10 hearts drawn around his name) VS DaddyPool, 11 (read with the blacked out scribble of what was a dick).

Peter crossed the rainbow road finish line in first for the third time and Deadpool coming in a very close second, he lifted the Wii remote in a motion of smashing it on the floor.

Peter grinned triumphantly, his mask rolled halfway up to eat their gaming snacks. "Just give up! Admit that I was right and you were wrong!" He put down his remote, the screen proudly displaying his first place win over Deadpool's second place loss. "Iron Man would smite Batman, no fucking question." Deadpool glared empty death threats only spurring Peter on, "OK! I'll give it to you, Batman might be able to get the drop on Iron Man, but he wouldn't be able to take out the suit in one shot and Tony would absolutely bitch slap him for that. Batman is just in kevlar and spandex like us but he's not a mutant so he would 100% be utterly K.O.ed"

Pool turned fully to face Peter, silent in his movements and completely blank faced.

"Grovel." Peter sneered, positively thriving off the high of winning.

In slow, telegraphed, movements Deadpool moved from the couch to the floor bending his knee into a kneel. Bravado catching in Peter's throat as he froze in anticipation. Deadpool was too much of a wild card when he got like this, going into mercenary mode and becoming completely unreadable.

Deadpool turned his knee out, lowering himself to cross his legs under him, sitting directly at Peter's feet whose legs were currently folded up comfortably on the couch. Pool reached for Peter's legs, one by one taking his feet out from under him and stretching them out into his lap.

"Wha-" Peter's voice shook, he cleared his throat loudly, "What are you doing?"

"Have you heard of body worship? While normally it's something done in the bedroom, which I am absolutely open to, it doesn't have to be. By simple definition it's a way of devotion and appreciation from one person to another person through care of their body. When was the last time you properly cared for your muscles? Knowing you and your self sacrificial tendencies I'd wager never." Deadpool held one foot in both hands, slowly working firm fingers into the ball of his foot.

Peter sat up, gripping the couch cushion, doing his best to hold his shit together. "Pool-" This is not what he meant. How did they get here!? Wasn't he supposed to be groveling? Not working the most delicious feeling through Peter constantly aching feet.

Pool smiled, his mask also rolled up to his nose, displaying scarred lips and surprisingly white teeth. If Peter wasn't solely focused on Deadpool's hands he would have wondered if mercenary work came with dental care.

"Chill Webs. You were right. I was wrong. Let me congratulate you on your wins." His hands moved into the muscle of his leg, rubbing out sore spots with wide circles. "You are so smart, I don't know what you do out in the world but I bet someone would pay lots of money for that brain of yours." When one leg felt like fucking pudding in his hands Deadpool turned his attention on the other.

"You know I'm broke DP." His voice was embarrassingly breathy.

"Yeah," He agreed, sliding one hand up the side of Peter's calf stopping at the ditch of his knee, "I wish you'd let me do more, I have money pouring out my ears and all I want to do is spend it on you. Everything I have could be yours if you wanted. You go out into every patrol with no regard for yourself." For emphasis he dug his thumb into a bruise he shouldn't have known was there but did, "If you're not going to care for yourself you should at least let someone else do it for you. You deserve that much."

Satisfied with himself Deadpool put Peter's feet on the ground, turning up his smile in a mischievous grin.

Head still spinning, Peter crossed his legs again as Pool plopped back down on the couch like nothing. Was he fucking with him, Deadpool always joking and messing with him, was this part of their regular banter?!? Could he even consider that banter if he barely said anything while Pool monologue about Peter's well being. Personal side note: Deadpool should be known as the Merc with the Hands instead, cause fuck, Peter would just file that away for a later time.

Not nonchalantly at all, Peter checked his phone, the time was well past 4 am and he had his first class of the day at 9, "I should head home." He readjusted his mask down over his chin.

Deadpool's smile became a mock of what it was a moment ago but he didn't protest when Peter made his way to the living room window and waved goodbye.

He didn't even try to hide how he was getting home, he wanted to hold onto this feeling for a bit longer. He'd forgotten what it felt like not to be stiff and sore all the time. He barely put in the effort to strip out of his suit when he made it back to his apartment before collapsing into his little twin sized bed, passing out to the ghost touch of hands on his legs. 

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If anyone's curious Peter plays as Link or King Boo and Wade plays exclusively as Princess Peach. 

Also about the Iron Man V. Batman argument, I actually think the fight would be way more even, Peter's bias as fuck. But I have no idea cause I know absolutely nothing about Batman.