peter was worried sick about you. he thought you'd somehow managed to die. you, deadpool, dying on him. just like everyone else. he'd cursed you- the sick irony of him cursing the only person physically unable to die was not lost on him. he was literally going to go insane.

when he heard the familiar sound of your voice-

"hey, bug boy!!!"

-he suddenly felt the urge to kill you himself.

"...i'm going to KILL YOU," he said. he turned around and saw you standing there with a chimichanga.

"damn, i just went to go get snacks after the battle..."

"i thought you DIED, fuckhead!!" he came over and hugged you. that surprised you. he'd never shown you much affection before. you flirted with him often, as is the deadpool way. but he just dismissed you. now he was holding you questionably tight. the tears he struggled not to show you made you realize just how broken this boy was.

"...hey, peter..."

"fuck you," he said again. then he kissed you. it was so sudden that it knocked the breath out of your lungs. when you started to kiss him back, he held you even tighter.

"i hate you. i hate you, fuck you..." he murmured between kisses.