“Wade, I’m fine—,“ you attempt, promptly getting cut off by your own sneeze.

All you wanted was a nice, normal mission. Maybe you were feeling a bit under the weather, but it’s not like you expected Wade to be so perceptive of it! You’re Spider-Man, you don’t need to be taken care of. Let alone by Deadpool of all people.

“No, you’re not. Now sit still and let me feed you soup,” Wade chides in response, setting a steaming bowl of soup in front of you. Screw him and his delicious cooking.