scenes from a rooftop: tricks and treats

by periodically_puzzled

Summary:

"How do you end up covered in this stuff all the time?" Wade picks the tiny bits of leaf off of Peter's glove. Between the fabric of the suit and the web residue, they're really stuck on there. "You cheating on me with a leaf blower or something?"

"Nah, I just grab 'em out of the air."

"You-" Wade laughs. "You have superhuman reflexes and you use them to grab falling leaves out of the air."

"Wouldn't you?"

Wade thinks for a moment. "I've used leaves as target practice before."

"That sounds... unsafe."

"Hi." Wade shakes Peter's hand. "I'm Deadpool."

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Daily fun-sized sweets for October. Don't eat them all at once or you'll spoil your dinner.

Notes:

I used this set of daily prompts from the Tumblr page @creativepromptsforwriting.

Chapter 1: Ruffled Hair

Peter rips off his mask and stumbles to the edge of the rooftop, barely catching himself from sliding over the side. His lungs feel tight like an asthma attack, and, a thousand feet up off the ground, the air seems treacherously thin.

"You look terrible," says Wade brightly.

Peter compulsively tries to straighten his ruffled hair. "You're not so good yourself," he shoots back, short enough of breath it comes out as a wheeze.

"Need an inhaler, there, bud?"

"Don't bud-zone me!"

"I'm Canadian," Wade dismisses with a shrug. "We bud-zone our own wives."

"Don't wife-zone me, either," Peter coughs.