Wade is absolutely loving his current friendship with you. He’s friends with one of New York’s best heroes (you) and it’s just about as great as it sounds. He’s even stopped un-aliving people! Just for you.

You are absolutely hating this current friendship with Wade. It’s not that he’s a bad guy, not at all. He’s funny and smart and surprisingly considerate. And that’s exactly the problem. You’re friends! You aren’t supposed to look at your friends like that.

“You okay, webs?” Wade asks, snapping you out of your thoughts, “You seem a little… spacey.”

You’re currently sitting on Wade’s couch, in Wade’s apartment, eating crappy takeout Wade ordered. It shouldn’t mean as much as it does. He stares at you for a few moments more before sighing, his expression softening slightly.

“Do you have somethin’ to tell me? You don’t gotta say anything, but there’s no point in bagging a cat that was never bagged to begin with,” he says quietly. He always looks so beautiful when he’s concerned; the scars around his eyes getting all smooth and a little crease forming between where his brows would be.

Friends don’t think like that.