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The first time it happened it was a normal night. Looking down from rooftops in the city that never sleeps, making sure there was no crime afoot, snubbing it out when it showed its grubby hands. A few burglaries here, a little bit of drunken assault there, one case of public domestic violence. It was a pretty quiet night for what it was worth in the bustling metropolis of New York. Except that it wasn't worth anything to Peter that night. He was a bit agitated.
He was stressed and tired, not eating well due to the fact that crime in the city had been more calm than usual the last few weeks. No major incidents. Which to Spider-Man was amazing, it meant he was doing his job well. But to Peter Parker, it meant that there were no cool new fights or stunts from Spider-Man to sell pictures of. He brought in what he could, but it just wasn't getting him the money he needed, and rent always came first. No sense in having something to eat if you don't have somewhere to sleep.
He was also lonely and pent up. He didn't trust that if he had a close partner that they would be safe being associated with him, and he didn't want to have another relationship where he had to hide being Spider-Man. Trust was important, he'd learned. It was difficult to be alone though, and it meant that he didn't have a great outlet for his dominant side to express itself. Most porn for doms was overly aggressive for his taste and made him feel like a pervert so he didn't watch it. He sometimes did online scenes and chatted with subs on an anonymous website where people can talk who don't have partners and don't want attachments but that only did so much for him and he didn't really have time for it either.
Peter had only ever had one sub before and that was MJ, he had an inkling she was never truly able to submit to him. Maybe it was the lying about being Spider-Man in the beginning. Maybe it was the fact that he had never even tried to use his dom voice on her (or anyone) because there wasn't enough trust. He didn't blame her so he didn't push it too far. Even still, their relationship was two years ago and since she left he still didn't have anyone else. So yeah, he was pent up. Not much he could do about it though as he was getting by.
But not only that, he was two weeks away from exams that would make up half his grade. Any normal college student would be at home studying or sleeping at this hour. But he wasn't. He was Spiderman, and with great power comes great responsibility. As a dominant there was a great sense of satisfaction when he successfully wielded that power and responsibility. Saving others and keeping the peace, but it could be a lot to handle sometimes.
The fact that Deadpool had been randomly joining him on patrol for the last good while really lightened the mood. If Peter was being honest, he used to hate running into the merc when they first met. He thought Deadpool was crass, pushy, and vastly too morally ambiguous while being mentally unsteady. Which he technically still was, but he guessed it grows on a spider after a while. Wade did indeed had a moral compass even if it was a bit fried. He was fit and muscular and not at all bad to look at, actually great to look at if Peter would ever be truthful with himself. But most of all, he really wanted Spider-Man to like him.
The amount of hero worship Wade held toward Spider-Man between gratuitous comments about his ass meant that if Peter suggested it he would actually hold back, shoot non-lethal areas and use the butts of his swords more often than not when patrolling together. Even if it was just to impress Spider-Man and not out of a changed heart. Even if he was still taking mercenary jobs on his town time and both of them just kind of let it slide without addressing it. All in all, Deadpool was entertaining when not irritating, it was nice for someone to have his back out there, and it soothed some primal ache Peter had inside him to lead someone.
Speaking of the devil. Deadpool showed up when Peter was trying to catch three goons that had literally shoved a drunk old lady onto the ground at the bar and stole her purse. It was a ridiculous crime, but at least the old lady seemed alright before he ran after the purse snatchers. He was running down the street, trying to get close enough to web them. He was almost close enough when the one carrying the stolen purse tried to split off from the others and Peter couldn't see him anymore.
"Really man? All this over an old woman's purse?! Have you never had a hand knitted sweater or a hug?!" Spider-Man yelled out to the thief as he still tried to split off and away.
Tried to, that is. Because the moment Peter activated his web shooters to web the two criminals closest to him, he heard a sickening crunch and a man scream bloody murder.
"Oh shut up you little sicko! You get off on pushing old ladies around? You have some kind of weird granny problem? Sorry I don't think I know anyone qualified to help with that one, this is probably the next best thing." Ahh, that's a voice that's both annoyingly and comfortingly familiar. Peter thought and audibly sighed. Annoyed or relieved this time he couldn't tell. He didn't rush binding the other two thieves and webbing their mouths so they'd shut up. If that crunch was what he thought it was then the other guy wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. Wade was known for committing major overkill. But to his credit he was getting better, and he wasn't just murdering people for minor offenses like he could. He was taking direction and that was good.
"Dude what granny kink shit are you talking about?? YOU BROKE MY LEG!!! WHAT THE FUCK?!?!? She was just some old broad! Probably gets a monthly government allowance, it shouldn't matter like that!" The guy screamed.
"What was that?! You want more? That's unusual, but okay!" Deadpool threatened in the background while Peter was grabbing the other perps by their webbed hands and dragging them over. Time to get a handle on his hot headed maniac accomplice.
"Deadpool! Overkill! He doesn't need any more." Peter scolded. As he turned around it was to the sight of Deadpool above broken leg guy. He had an angry furrow in his curiously animated mask and his boot was raised above broken leg guy's unbroken leg (about to turn him into broken legs guy instead). But when he saw peter looking he in a flash retreated into a comically casual pose, hand on jutted out hip, checking the tips of his fingernails as if they weren't covered in leather. Looking around and humming like a child that just got caught in the middle of doing something they weren't supposed to do. Peter would find it funny if the use of force wasn't definitely too much.
"Oh hey! Spidey! Fancy running into you in the middle of this thug apprehension! So unlike you! What's crackin' baby boy?" Deadpool rambled.
"What's cracking is that guy's tibia by the sound of it! Jesus Deadpool, it could have been an easy catch and drop, and now we have to get this guy an ambulance!" Spider-Man reprimanded. He was irritated but he knew Wade could tell he wasn't truly mad. The guy did push an old lady down after all. She could've broken a hip or something. Wade had a thing about protecting the vulnerable. And Peter didn't even want to think of if that was Aunt May. Not that she'd ever be at a bar at what... 1:27 in the morning.
"Oh boy, Spideybabe is cranky... I was just trying to help! Does it help if I snapped his leg instead of cracking it? Because I totally snapped it I think..." Wade looked down guiltily and the guy's leg was stuck out at a freakishly obtuse angle. It made Peter's stomach a little queasy.
"No. No it doesn't help."
"No shit! White you're right, I am an idiot! That's definitely worse for normal people. Don't worry Webs, I'll call the ambulance for this granny beater, and the cops can come and pick up his granny beating friends while they're at it. See, I can fix it!" Wade turned and started furiously tapping on his phone. "Hello...? Hellooo...? Oh hey 911 lady I need an ambulance for this total accident that happened to this pervert that hurts grandmas..."
Peter took some deep breaths and tuned out the rest as he drug the three perps back to the bar where there were witnesses to the snatching, then he webbed them to the streetlight out front. He didn't want to stick around and explain exactly how broken leg guy ended up that way even though he didn't do it. He really wished he were at home right now.
"C'mon Deadpool!" Peter called out. "Let's get out of here. I'm sure there's something else that needs our attention and I'm already tired."
"Okay sweet cheeks, I'm ready when you are." Deadpool jested.
Peter's face burned, and he was glad for the mask. Nobody in his life gave him so many pet names and compliments. But he figured that was just Wade. "No more purposely broken bones if you can help it, and don't call me sweet cheeks."
"I'll do my best Spidey, but the second one's gonna be real hard." Wade paused. "OMG now I have to say something stupid like 'I'm gonna be real hard' but that's not even well thought out or that funny and I-"
"Pool. Let's go." Peter chuckled.
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When they finished patrol they were going to do what they usually did. Eat some food on a rooftop somewhere to wind down for the night, or the morning seeing as it was almost four. Peter was bone tired. His limbs were heavy and he still had to go over his flash cards before he went to bed. He would have skipped out and just went home if he wasn't broke and hungry. Wade said he would be right back with Mexican food, so Peter was sold.
He was leaning with his elbows on the rooftop ledge looking over the city. Making sure it was really calm enough to call it quits for the night. Four to eight in the morning did tend to be the quietest hours. It made him feel better to see the calm. Made him feel like his efforts were worth it just a little bit.
He heard Deadpool climbing the fire escape but didn't turn around yet, trying to enjoy the quiet moment in all the stress he'd had lately.
"Fucking hell. Yellow, don't encourage me I'm not gonna say that. Webs will get cranky again!" He heard wade talking and shuffling around like he was trying to contain himself, then a few taco munching noises. That moment of quiet was short lived. "Yes, even though his ass and body looks like it was made in a sexy muscular angel boy factory we can't say that." Deadpool was muttering to himself as he was climbing onto the roof. Talking to the 'Boxes' as Peter heard him call them before. Peter usually just ignored whatever Wade said when he talked to himself, but gosh he was tired and it was difficult to not say anything when the whole conversation was about his ass. He felt a pang of headache behind his eyes. A bit more frustration even though his cheeks were surely bright red, he kept facing the city. Sexy angel factory? What was he even going on about? Peter could hear more taco munching and Wade practically bouncing on his feet now, his headache instantly increased. Spider senses like super hearing could be a curse too.
"White if he didn't want us to call him sweet cheeks though, why is he sticking it out there right now? Like I kinda wanna bite it but consent is way important, and ain't no way he'd be cool with that unless I'm hallucinating again. Wait, am I hallucinating again?" Wade continued. And probably would have kept going if Peter didn't uncharacteristically snap in that moment, eye twitching and everything..
And then.. it happened. With a stern tone of voice that had an edge he'd never heard himself use before, he shouted. "God dang it Wade! For the love of all that is... literally don't even think one thought in your dirty freaking brain and just stay still for a while!! I'm tired and I can't deal with this right now!" He was huffing at the end of his miniature blowup. There was silence behind him, he had failed to turn around before so he was just awkwardly facing away. After his short burst of shouting he instantly felt bad. Wade was bringing him tacos, he was actually mostly helpful on patrol, and he was only talking to himself when he said all that stuff anyway. He probably didn't even realize he was talking out loud. He didn't know Peter was stressed, pent up, hurting and had maybe heard one too many ass jokes in a day. Peter was suddenly reminded that Wade didn't really know anything about Peter other than that he was Spider-Man. Not even his name. How would he know that it was too much that night, really?
Right as he was about to profusely apologize he heard a THWUP, which distinctly sounded like a bag of Mexican food being dropped on the ground. Was Deadpool mad at him therefore aggressively abandoning their after patrol taco night? He kind of understood why but it stung. Jeez I really messed this up, Peter thought. Why had he snapped like that? He could be cranky but he usually had much better self control and felt ashamed of himself for his behavior. Even though Wade tried to hide it, Peter could tell he was actually a really sensitive guy. He attempted saying sorry to hopefully prevent his colleague from leaving on a bad note. "Hey Pool please don't go, I didn't mean that. I'm really sorry for snapping at you. I've been really stressed out but it's not fair to put that on you. I promise I won't do it again." Peter finally turned around.
To be surprised that Deadpool wasn't gone or leaving. He wasn't moving at all. He was standing a few feet away, stock still and staring forward. His arms were limp at his sides. The white eyes of his mask that were usually so expressive had become round and hazy, looking toward the other man's direction but not appearing to really see. His mask was pulled up halfway because he was obviously already halfway through a taco. A taco that was now dropped on the roof along with the bag on its side, pouring out beans and rice onto the concrete.
Tacos were dropped on the ground and Wade didn't gasp dramatically, or cry, or shoot anything. He didn't react at all, which was the most unsettling part. The younger man had a feeling he did something really wrong.
"Wade?..." Peter tried cautiously.
If crickets lived on city rooftops they'd be chirping. Wade continued to stand still and quiet like a statue. There was a tenseness to the mercenary's shoulders that looked almost painful. The only movement in his entire body was the steady rise and fall of his chest and occasionally a slow blink. At least that much told Peter that Wade didn't somehow mysteriously die standing up, it didn't ease the tension in his gut though.
"Hey Wade... when I said to be still I didn't really mean it like that. Are you okay?" Wade didn't move. "You're not messing with me, are you? Because this is kind of freaking me out." The glazed looking white mask eyes blinked slowly again, no change. Wade didn't look like he was even comprehending the words being said to him.
Peter stepped closer nervously and reached out to touch Deadpool's shoulder and give him a slight shake. He was thinking maybe that would snap him out of it, only to receive no reaction. "Wade, hey buddy you in there?" Gloved fingers twitched for half a second when he was shaken but the man just continued to stand and stare. Mind blank and empty.
Blank and empty. Wait, hold on that was it.
Right before Wade went essentially full catatonic, Peter had told him don't think even one thought and to just stay still for a while. Apparently he took that quite literally and... listened. Listened to an extent that was borderline ridiculous. But the thing was, it didn't even seem to be a conscious decision. Like it just happened because Peter said so, or maybe the way he said it. The thought had heat pooling in his gut for about one whole second, but then his stomach sank.
Because that was the moment that Peter Parker's exhausted spider brain kicked into gear and realized what actually had just happened. The tone of voice he had used. The very literal and unconscious execution of his demands on Wade's part. He had for the first time in his life used his dominant voice. The thing he hadn't even used on MJ because there wasn't enough trust. Because they both weren't fully committed, and because doing that is a serious thing. He used his dom voice on Wade and essentially forcefully commanded him to be still and quiet.
No, not essentially. He did. "Oh my God..." Peter choked out.
The cold weight of the realization hit him like a truckload of bricks and he was suddenly sick to his stomach. He moved to the side and raised his mask a bit so he wouldn't puke on Deadpool's feet or on his own face. While he was on the ground heaving his guts up the younger man was flashed back to a very important conversation he had with his Uncle Ben shortly after presenting as a dominant. It wasn't a pleasant conversation to have at the time but he thought about it often.
Uncle Ben had sat him down on the couch after school one day and congratulated him on his designation, but said there were some important things to know if he was going to grow to be a good dominant. He explained the value in all designations, to not look down on others because everyone was equally important in the role they played, and to stand up when he saw injustice committed on those bases. He told Peter to cherish whatever partner he ended up with, and to treat all people with respect. He explained the importance of trust, consent, and communication between a dominant and their submissive or just partners in general. He explained what agency was, and what abuse was and that it was inexcusable. That it was his job now to exercise self discipline and be an example at all times to those around him, especially if he wanted to lead a sub.
Then he explained that one of the most important parts of that self discipline is being mindful your words and voice as a dom. To not be flippant with using his voice to command others. Because Peter had gotten 98% dominant on his tests it was almost a sure shot that his commands would be powerful. Ben told peter not for the last time about the responsibility that comes with that power. Even though pretty much all subs could only be force commanded if it was someone they deeply trusted someone or if were in some way incapacitated (whether that be substances or being weak mentally or physically, or worst of all being harmed or forced into subspace) it was still a risk. You never know what could happen. That it was safest to only ever use his dom voice in the safe place, or when it was an emergency. That an unconsensual command like that was not only a horrible violation, but could have dire consequences.
He was then told a story about a girl his uncle knew when he was young, that was carelessly commanded by her brother in an argument and lost her life. In a fit of rage she said she hated him and he told her to go kill herself. She was found with her wrists slit in the bathtub. The brother didn't mean what he had said, didn't realize what tone of voice he was using. But it was too late. Peter couldn't imagine living with the guilt.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve and looked back up at Wade, who was still frozen like a marble statue with tacos at his feet. Peter thought about the guy who commanded his sister to death. If the young hero had been even slightly more careless with his words, a much more terrible situation could be underway right now. Sure Deadpool couldn't really die, but he could experience pain. What if Peter had euphemistically told him to light himself on fire? To go play in traffic? He shivered at the thought. He didn't want to hurt Wade. He was probably hurting wade anyway right now though. A forceful command is a terrible thing to do to a sub.
That part Peter couldn't quite get his head around though. Deadpool... Wade was a submissive? Or at least he was undesignated with a minimum of 50% submissive in his results for the command to affect him. Which was never something that Peter would have guessed in a million years. He made it a point to not care too much about what people's designations were, and if they didn't freely give it, it was taboo to ask unless you knew someone really well or were trying to date them. But a guy does get curious, so he had made a few guesses over the time he had known Deadpool.
At first Peter was sure he was a dom, what with all the merciless killing and fearlessness, plus his willingness and ability to completely highjack a situation in his favor. He seemed very sure in his personality, and some of the first words he ever uttered to Spider-Man had been a starstruck ramble about how the hero was in his list of 'top ten tappable asses off all time' and how he would literally cut off his own foot and eat it if Spidey would bend over all pretty for him just once. Peter's face was on fire under his mask as the merc rambled about the 'heights he could take him to'. Spider-Man politely declined. Nobody knew Peter's designation when he was Spider-Man, most just assumed he was undesignated or leaned toward the sub side. Maybe because he was known for being friendly and tried to be as nonviolent as possible, it was all stereotypes when it came down to it. But either way, Peter assumed that Wade was just constantly barking up the wrong tree with his shameless advances.
There were certain times Peter was less sure Wade was a dom though, at least not a full one. Like when he started pining for the approval of the younger hero like a kid with a complex. Or the multiple times he made jokes about being on his knees for someone (Peter supposed he could just be talking about giving head, but who knows). Or the time they saw a Wonder Woman movie billboard and the regenerating degenerate wouldn't shut up about how he wanted her to 'lasso his truth' and how she could crush his head between her thighs like a watermelon and he'd die happy. That didn't seem like a very dom thing to say, some people had unusual tastes though.
The merc had the ideal body type of a dominant. tall, cut muscular physique, broad shoulders and big hands. But while that body type was more common for doms, it wasn't an end all be all. Wade was endlessly annoying and argumentative with the criminals they dealt with, but Peter had never seen him be reeled into a classic stupid dominant posturing match. The ease and control Wade exhibited when he was in his element fighting always made Peter lean towards thinking he was either dominant or undesignated with a higher dom percentage, and he just simply didn't need to posture.
But good Gods was Peter wrong, and he felt like an idiot for making baseless assumptions. He was always irritated when people assumed his designation based on arbitrary factors of his physical appearance or personality and he had done that to Wade. Not only had he done that to Wade, but he had forced him into submission (it didn't matter that it wasn't on purpose) and he had broken the man's trust. Because that was the only reason that Peter's command worked. Wade had trusted him. Deeply. More than the younger man could have fathomed apparently, the fact that he was still standing there ten minutes later like a Deadpool action figure on a shelf only cemented that idea as truth.
Of course Peter knew that Wade trusted him in the sense that they had each other's backs while working. But it was a whole next level to find out you were trusted enough by a mercenary that your dominant command could basically take his will away on a whim. Peter thought about the reasons Wade wasn't open and out there about his designation, how dangerous it would be for someone to just be able to command the six foot two killing machine that Deadpool is to do whatever they wanted. He hoped that Deadpool didn't have that trust in too many people, especially ones that would use it to do bad things. Maybe Wade didn't even know either that he had that level of trust in Spider-Man. He probably didn't know that Spider-Man was a dom under the suit if he did know he trusted him that much. Regardless, Peter doubted the older man would trust him at all anymore when this was over. He deserved it, but he hoped to anything that was listening that Wade would let him make it up to him somehow. It was terrible to see his red suited partner there with his agency taken away. Even though there was deeply primal a part of him saying that he didn't see the moment it happened, but Wade had submitted beautifully to his command, he did exactly what he was told flawlessly and looked good while doing it. Peter tried to shove that thought away because what he did was bad bad bad bad.
Peter shuffled over to Deadpool and started picking up the fallen food at his feet. It seemed wrong to let him come back to the sad sight of dropped tacos as well as Peter's vomit on the ground. He couldn't do much about the latter unfortunately. He sat the bag of crushed tacos and spilled sides out of the way and sat back against the ledge of the building, his eyes on the frozen red suited man in front of him. He was going to wait it out here and do what he could to fix the situation. If he could do anything to fix the situation that is. But the least he felt that he could do was make sure nothing bad happened to the merc while he was just out in the open and unable to defend himself. Watch over until he was able to look after himself again, then hopefully get in a very heartfelt and desperate apology. Especially since it was his own stupid careless fault that this happened.
Peter looked at the white circles of his (hopefully still) friend's mask and asked fruitlessly, "Hey Pool? How long do you think a while is in the grand scheme of things?" He wasn't expecting an answer and he didn't get one. So he just started fidgeting with his fingers and he waited. He would wait however long he needed to.
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Peter's already high anxiety was skyrocketing through the roof. It was almost two and a half hours after Wade had become frozen still, and other than his owlish and rare blinking the only movement he'd shown was a couple leg wobbles about two hours in. Most likely an unconscious movement from standing in the same position for so long. The younger man felt shame in the thought that Deadpool was in physical discomfort because of him. It made his internal panic worse, he didn't know what to do. 'A while' was such a subjective amount of time and they couldn't stay here on this roof forever. Peter refused to leave him alone either so he was really short on options and knowledge of what to do when you force command your friend into stillness on a rooftop. He was about to call Mr. Stark and just deal with the shame of asking for help and explaining how the situation happened due to his recklessness. But he knew that Wade had most likely kept his designation to himself for a reason and didn't want to out him.
The sun was almost done rising and right as he was about to give up and call Mr. Stark Deadpool's right hand twitched. Peter thought it was just another minor involuntary movement until he saw his gloved fingers wiggle a bit, then his other hand twitched. Peter's heart picked up, was he finally snapping out of it?
"Wade?... Hey Wade you coming back?"
Wade blinked a few times and made a horrible choking noise in the back of his throat, a twitchy hand came up for a moment but fell back down as if he didn't know what he was going to do with it anyway. He looked like he was about to step forward but he wobbled terribly on his feet and fell to his knees as he let out the most heart wrenching keening whine that Peter had heard in his life. It squeezed his chest and instantly made him want to comfort the other man, but he didn't know if it would be received well.
Peter approached the still whining man on the ground with a gentle hand out, but before he could even touch his shoulder Wade choked his whine into silence and full body flinched away like he was a dog about to get repeatedly kicked, his eyes pointed to the ground "Sir, no more please! I'll be good! I will, I promise!" Wade's voice sounded wrecked even though he hadn't spoke in hours, and Peter had never hear the man's voice sound so small and meek, the weight of hearing it sat like a stone in his stomach. Either Wade thought he was someone else, or he thought he was going to hurt him and neither would do.
The young hero pulled his hand away and put both palms out in front of his chest in a hopefully soothing gesture. "Hey, hey, it's okay. Wade, it's me Spidey. I'm not going to do anything to you, I promise." Wade kept his eyes down for a minute and then almost glanced up, but flinched again and put his head even far downward. It seemed like he still wasn't fully comprehending the words. Peter hoped he wasn't making a mistake again, but he very slowly crouched down and moved his gloved hand ever so delicately down into Wade's field of vision. He was hoping that maybe the spiderweb pattern of the fabric would help Deadpool realize that he wasn't someone that was going to hurt him. "It's me Spidey, Wade. Are you... are you okay?"
Wade reached out with trembling fingers and grabbed the hand. He slowly and nervously looked up from his position of terror, his eyes still a bit fuzzy looking. "S-Spidey?..." He whispered and finally both pairs of white masked eyes met each other. Spider-Man gently held the hand around his and hummed, nodding in confirmation. Deadpool miming the head movement seemingly without meaning to, and maybe it jarred something in his brain because that was the moment Peter saw the coherency finally flood back into Wade's eyes. He saw them travel from Peter's face, to the crumpled bag of tacos, to the vomit drying on the roof, to the sun that was fully risen in the sky now, and then finally back to his face. The glossy white orbs became large and somehow even rounder as the realization of the situation became apparent. Wade snatched his hand away and held it to his chest as he snapped up off of his knees and backed up frantically. "Oh fuck." The mercenary said. "Oh fuck, shit shit shit that's not supposed to happen. That's not supposed to- stupid Wade! Bad! Stupid fucking useless idiot, never learns his lesson! Never learns and now is bringing Spidey into our bullshit when he doesn't deserve it! Bad bad bad Wade! SHUT THE FUCK UP WHITE YOU'RE NOT HELPING!" Wade was hitting himself on the head repeatedly.
Peter was shocked. Not only he was shocked at this immediate outburst and spiral, but he was shocked because he expected Deadpool to be immediately angry at him and express the anger outward instead of inward. But in place of being angry at Spidey it seemed he was angry at himself. For why? Peter had no clue, but he needed the larger man to stop hitting himself. "Wade please stop that? It's gonna- It's gonna be okay." He tried to say loud enough to hear through the outburst but not loud enough to be yelling. Wade paused hitting himself, he gripped the sides of his head instead and looked back like he forgot Spider-Man was right there and just remembered.
"I have to go." Wade said in an unsettlingly calm tone of voice compared the five seconds before.
"No, please! I need to make sure you're okay and tell you I'm sorr-"
Wade's hands shifted to grip over his ears with his hands and cut Peter off, his tone a bit more urgent and a bit unhinged. "Spidey I have to go, I have to go! I have- everything's fine okay? You're fine, I'm fine! But I have some things I have to deal with so I-I'll see you later." Wade turned around to flee.
"Wait! Wade, please talk to me!" Peter tried to call after him, but Deadpool was already too far gone. Moving faster than he think he'd ever seen down the fire escape and away. Peter wasn't going to chase him, he'd violated Wade enough that night than to disrespect his wishes. But he really wished the man had stayed so he could make sure he didn't go into a drop, so that he could tell him sorry and take care of him even if Wade had insisted everything was fine. He could tell that it wasn't.
Now alone on the rooftop and still reeling from the events of the hours before up to then, Peter stared out at the city. His body was buzzing now that the stress was no longer needed and he didn't know what to do with it. He didn't know how he felt, but he really hoped that Wade had meant it when he said 'see you later' because Peter didn't know what he would do without Wade in his life. He would be back to boring and sad and lonely Peter Parker. He hoped Wade was safe and okay wherever he ended up after this, that he was gentle on himself. Like the man was ever known to be.