Okay first of all, this got like ridiculously long, I don’t know what happened to my short story. Second, the plot got away from me and it ended up quite a bit more feelsy than I had intended.
Anyway, Enjoy!
There’s more Spideypool on my MASTERLIST!
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Tony told Peter several different times that they could use the helicopter to get up to the Avengers Compound for the party that weekend. It was close to a three hour drive after all, four if they hit traffic leaving the city and probably five if it snowed and the roads were bad, which was almost guaranteed to happen since it was November and winter.
Peter had politely declined for both he and Wade, appreciating the offer but knowing that Wade hated to fly— something about wind advisories and a mission that had gone bad when he was on X force?— and realizing that the helicopter ride would mean sharing space with most of the rest of the team, a car ride just sounded like more fun.
Besides, he and Wade had things to talk about, things that needed to be said before they spent a night upstate together, and those things didn’t really need to be said at the Official Grand Re-Opening Party for the new Avengers place.
Not that they were spending the night together, per se. Tony had apparently designated rooms for all the Avengers and that included part time Avengers like he and Wade, probably DareDevil and the always frightening Ms Jessica Jones, and Peter was pretty sure he had seen Charles Xavier and someone named Logan on the list too.
So no, he and Wade weren’t technically spending the night together, and it wasn’t like they didn’t hang out all the time minus masks and suits anyway? But it would be the first time they’d seen each other since The Incident and Peter really didn’t want their first conversation since The Incident to be in a helicopter full of Avengers.
And road trips were good for long talks right? They could stare at the scenery while talking about important things? Even if the weather was bad and it started snowing– which it definitely would because the sky was already cloudy and gloomy and it was fucking freezing outside– it would be fine. Long talks were infinitely easier when there didn’t have to be extended eye contact, right?
Right.
So. They could talk about The Incident and move past the awkward moment and get right back to just hanging out and sassing each other and making fun of the Avengers.
First a drive, then a talk, then some sass.
What could go wrong?
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Inked (SWS #58)
SUNDAYS WITH SPIDEYPOOL MASTERLIST
(TW: Mentions of depressions, tattoos as substitutes for self harm, Peter is in a bad place mentally. This is a darker fic, but it turns around in the end)
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Peter Parker got his first tattoo seventeen days after Uncle Ben died.
It was his fault after all, that Uncle Ben was gone. Some weird cosmic retaliation for being foolish enough to enjoy having his spider powers maybe. Karma getting back at him for being a stubborn snarky teenager who should have just listened and not been a brat, perhaps. Or maybe the universe just had it out for him, just like it had since his parents had disappeared.
Either way, Uncle Ben died and it was Peter’s fault and seventeen days later he was in a sketchy tattoo shop getting inked by a guy who had looked him up and down, muttered something about “underage kid probably wanting a stupid ass tattoo” and had directed him towards a chair anyway.
“I want a spider.” Peter said softly, clearly. “Right here.” He pointed to the spider-bite that had never really gone away, still a visible bump against his skin. “Nothing fancy. A black body, eight legs, call it good.”
“A spider.” the artist repeated. “What for?”
“Does it matter?” Peter slumped in his chair and closed his eyes when the needle started buzzing. “Just give me a spider.”
“Yeah, whatever.”
It barely hurt, or at least the pain barely registered, and with such a small tattoo, Peter was inked and done and out the door in less than an hour, the spider harsh and black against his skin.
It was his first tattoo, a silent reminder of what he had caused, a silent acknowledgment of his guilt.
It was his first tattoo, but it wasn’t the last, not even close.
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Every Inch of You (SWS #53)
Based on a prompt from @pumpkin-spidey for intersex!Peter finding love with Wade after so many people rejecting him.
(Author’s note: Talks about sexual/gender identity can be very feels-heavy, but because this is Spideypool I tried for a lighter approach. I have a follow up part, a sexy times scene and depending on how everyone likes this one I might post it)
Also, this is long so I’m posting it on Saturday lol
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Wade didn’t mean to snort Mountain Dew out of his nose, and holy hell did it burn and he wouldn’t be smelling or tasting anything for a week, but that wasn’t important.
What was important was that Peter’s eyes filled with tears and he started shoving away from the table, gathering his backpack and jacket and mumbling about having to go right now.
“Pete!” Wade coughed and wiped at his face as he tried to run after his boyfriend. “Pete! Wait come back! Pete!”
“Leave me alone.” Peter sniffed and kept right on walking. “I don’t know why I expected you to act like any less of an asshole than you usually do, but some how I’m still surprised.”
“Pete, please.” Wade snagged his jacket, careful not to pull too hard, because last time he’d down that Peter had turned and clocked him right into a wall. “Just wait up a minute and let me try that again. I won’t react like such a dick this time, I swear, you just sort of–” he threw his hands up. “You just sort of surprised me is all.”
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