Peter sits in his room, watching some show. He'd been working with you, Deadpool, to catch a villain for the past few weeks. You flirted with him constantly. He had feelings for you, but he tried to ignore them. You were so... you. You knew he liked you back.

He heard the sound of tapping on his window. He looked over and saw you climb in.

"It's 3 A.M. What do you want???"

"Shhhhhh," you said, climbing on top of him.

"What the fuck-"

Your fingers traced his chest.

"Had to see you, hope I didn't wake you."

"Wh-"