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New York was never silent. Even on a night like tonight, when all the electricity in the city was out, which was Peter’s fault of course. It did take away some of the noise though, which allows him to get away with his stealth mission. And what better way to go unnoticed than to start a mass panic?
His jet black suit blends in with the darkness, only the red lines on his suit standing out. Peter pulls the pane of glass up with his sticky fingers and sets it off to the side. He pauses for a moment, and when he hears no backup generator turning on, he reels himself down into the dark museum on a web. His vision adjusts, allowing him to see perfectly in the dark. Flipping silently onto the marble floors, he pulls up instructions to the Mona Lisa which was on display for a limited time before it got sent back to the Louvre.
Footsteps sound from down the hallway, and Peter dives behind one of the displays. A flashlight beam penetrates the darkness, lighting up the cases around him. Peter waits until the security guard turns away and the footsteps fade away before continuing to the west wing of the museum.
At the entrance to the west wing he stops and takes stock of the situation. Five Beta security guards were in the room, the Mona Lisa perched elegantly in a glass case behind them. Their comms would be out, so they wouldn’t be able to radio for help. Peter casually strolls into the room.
“Hiya, fellas. Mind if I have this dance?” Peter grins as they whirl around towards him. They take out their fancy batons- Peter has no idea why they used such useless things. This is New York. Sticks aren’t going to do anything against mutants or literally anyone with a gun. The five of them all rush at him at the same time. “Who the fuck hired you guys? You suck.” Peter jumps and flips over their heads, landing on top of another glass case.
“You won’t get away with this,” one of them says, pulling out her taser. That was more like it.
“I get away with whatever the hell I want,” he snorts. He shoots a web at her feet while she is running at him, causing her to trip and fall on her face. He webs her to the ground. “Who’s next?”
In less than five minutes he had them all webbed up and hanging from the ceiling. He pulls the cylinder case off of his shoulder and sets it on the ground. He punches the glass in and pulls the artwork out of the glass shards. Pulling it out of the frame, he wraps it up and slips it into the canister. He slings it back over his shoulder.
“Adíos.” He salutes the security guards before exiting the same way he came in.
He pulls himself up onto the roof and grins when he sees familiar metallic white boots standing in front of him. He rolls to the side, narrowly avoiding getting his face kicked in. He’s been kicked by the Ghost before and it hurts like a bitch.
“Well well well, look who finally decided to join the party. Too bad you’re too late.” Peter dangles the canister out between them teasingly.
“I always aim to be fashionably late. Now hand it over, and I might let you go with minimal injury, Spidey.” Ghost holds out his hand. Peter holds it out to him. Ghost reaches out for it, but he yanks it back and jumps backwards into the alleyway below and sinks into the shadows.
A heavy crunch of broken cement sounds Ghost’s descent. Peter slinks in the darkness, watching as the other grows frustrated.
“Come on out Spidey; I know you’re there.” Ghost turns in place, searching the shadows, his silver face plate glinting in the moonlight. As soon as he looks away from where Peter was standing, he shoves him up against the graffiti covered wall and webs him in place.
He presses up against Ghost’s plated chest, their bodies molding together way too perfectly.
“Better luck next time,” Peter purrs before slamming his head back hard enough that he could hear the metal crunch.
~Spider: 1 Ghost: 0
Wade curses under his breath. You try to be nice to someone and maybe try to become something other than enemies but nooooo instead they tie you up in a nonkinky way and leave you to wait until they dissolve FIVE HOURS LATER. He also has a nasty headache from getting his head smashed. And he has to move into his dorm tomorrow. Maybe he should just stop being nice. Fight fire with fire. He can’t even call Tony because that goddamn Spider took down the satellites too. So he just waits there in misery until the webs weaken enough for him to unstick from the building.
He activates his repulsors and flies back to Stark Tower. He walks in through the main entrance -because the Spider took out all of the electric grids in the state too- and marches up 60 flights of stairs to the penthouse.
Dad raises an eyebrow at his approach as his suit disengages, revealing a not-so-happy Wade.
“Didn't go well, Roo?”
“He got away with the Mona Lisa.”
“Don’t be too hard on yourself,” Pops says, laying a comforting hand on his shoulder. “We got you packed up for tomorrow so just go get some rest.”
Wade’s body slowly untenses as he walks to his room. He undresses, his skin pale with scars but not as ugly as they were before he was adopted. He steps into the bathroom.
Sometimes he wishes he could just- just teach the Spider a lesson, have him begging for mercy. Wishes he could make him submit. His Alpha instincts purr as he thinks about pinning Spidey down and just having his way with him. But Wade knew the other was probably also an Alpha, or at least a Beta, especially since male Omegas are extremely rare- and extra fertile though Wade didn’t know how that works. Anyways, there was no way he was an Omega with that attitude, no matter how tiny and fuckable he was. Fuck, Wade shakes his head in an attempt to dispel the thought.
He turns the shower water on cold and steps under the spray to get rid of the semi he had. He exhales and pushes the Spider out of his mind. He was starting college tomorrow. He’ll meet some nice Omega or Beta- he wasn’t picky- and forget about this stupid attraction to his enemy.
The next day he was up early, even though it was a late night last night. Dad and Pops couldn’t help him move in since nobody knew they had a kid.
‘It’s for your protection,’ Pops had said. A load of bullshit. Wade could take care of himself. Though not being in the starlight was nice, he admits.
Instead Happy and Dom(she is, as a matter of fact, an Alpha, hence the nickname) would be helping him move in.
They arrive at the busy ESU campus, other freshmen running hurriedly around and hauling stuff in the elevator. Wade loads up his boxes onto a cart and pushes it into his dorm hall. Spider Hall; sounds like a bad omen.
They squeeze onto the elevator once it’s finally clear and head up to his dorm room that he was sharing with two others; Dad said he needs to get the full college experience. Disembarking, they search the hallways for Wade’s dorm, with him dragging the cart along. They pull up in front of the wood door that has him and his roommates’ names on a paper taped to the door. Peter Parker and Eugene Thompson. Wade opens the door and the first thing he sees is a drop dead gorgeous Omega.
His brown hair shines in the morning sun as he laughs at something a redhead Omega girl said. His smile was bright and mirth fills his eyes, though Wade could tell there was something dark there too. Fuck, Wade thinks he’s in love. Dom shoves him forward, knocking him out of his trance. And straight at the Omega, who catches him with surprisingly strong arms before Wade face-plants. Shit, this was embarrassing. He looks over to see Dom barely holding in a laugh.
He stumbles back onto his feet. “Sorry, I’m Wade Wilson.” He holds out his hand, his face red and flustered, though it appears the other was too.
“Peter Parker.” The Omega shakes his hand.
“Well, hi roomie,” Wade says awkwardly, running a hair through his blond hair. Even more awkward silence ensues where they kinda just stare at each other until Dom shoves a box in his arms.
“Time to get you unpacked. You guys can fuck later.” Wade’s face must have been not unlike a tomato by then. He turns to his side of the room, and they start unloading, only to be interrupted several minutes later when the final roommate shows up.
Eugene struts into the room smelling like an Alpha trying to compensate for something.
“Miss me, Penis Parker?” Eugene’s face cracks into a malevolent smile. Peter’s face pales in alarm. Wade immediately chooses sides.
“You must be Eugene,” Wade greets in false cheer.
“Call me Flash.”
Wade snorts and stalks over to Eugene. “I’ll call you whatever the fuck I want, Eugene, but you won’t be insulting Peter like that again without there being consequences,” he growls in Eugene’s ear with a hand wrapped around the other Alpha’s throat.
“Fuck you, you ugly freak,” Eugene spits out trying and failing to shove Wade away.
“Insult me all you want but leave Peter alone,” Wade says, too quietly for anyone else to hear. “Or else I promise you a painful death and nobody will ever find your body.” Shit, his stupid Alpha instincts were getting the better of him.
Yeah, he’ll blame it on his instincts for now.