356 C356 Lovers Reunite

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Peter and Wade sat in an empty Mexican restaurant a few blocks away from where Francis just died, the remnants of their battle still lingering in their minds.

Peter munched on a taco, the enchantment on his suit allowing him to eat with his mask on.

Wade, on the other hand, had his mask pulled up, still covering his nose and eyes, as he devoured his fifth order of Chimichangas, eating to fill the void in himself.

The pain of his disfigured appearance weighed heavy on his mind, believing that he could never be with his beloved fiancé ever again.

As they sat in the booth, Peter listened attentively as Wade whined about all of his woes.

"What am I supposed to say... *Munch* ...She'll never love me like his... *Chomp* ...How the f*ck am I supposed to live like this?!" Wade went on and on, constantly stuffing his face the entire time.

Meanwhile, the restaurant staff couldn't help but stare in awe and disbelief at the sight of Spider-Man, the world's most popular hero, casually dining in their humble establishment.

Some took discreet pictures and videos, not wanting to disturb the heroes in their private moments.

Though they were quick to post them online, sharing one of the greatest encounters in their entire lives.

After all, who can say that they cooked for the most famous person in the world?

"Look, Wade," Peter said earnestly, trying to console his friend. "I understand that you're afraid of how Vanessa will react, but if she truly loves you, then she'll be able to see past it. Beauty isn't just about physical looks. It's about the person you are inside, the connection you share. You need to talk to her, let her know what happened. Give her a chance."

Wade sighed, his stuffed mouth muffling his voice. "Fine... I don't have a plan B. I don't have a way to be the man she fell in love with, so I should just give up and let her decide..."

Although Wade didn't have a plan B, that didn't mean that there wasn't a plan B set up for him.

Peter could think of at least three spells that could help Wade just off the top of his head, whether it be through body morphing, beautification, or simple illusions.

But he wouldn't be doing any of that just yet.

In Peter's humble opinion, if Vanessa is so superficial that she would ditch the man she was about to marry because of his appearance, then she wasn't worth Wade's time to begin with.

He'll gladly reveal that he can help with Wade's little problem as soon as he and his fiancé figure themselves out.

If they end up together again, then it won't be because Wade is handsome. And if they don't, then maybe that's for the best.

Peter nodded his head. "Good, life is unpredictable. Sometimes things don't go according to our expectations, so we have to dive in and see for ourselves."

After a moment of contemplation, Wade nodded slowly. "You're right. I can't hide forever. And If that beautiful succubus of mine is as crazy as I remember, then she'll love me... I think."

"Congratulations, Wade." Peter smiled, proud of Wade's decision. "You're not acting like a p*ssy anymore."

Feeling a renewed sense of determination, Wade pushed his pile of empty plates aside, sucked down the last of his soda, let out a loud belch, and stood up from the booth.

The restaurant staff watched with wide eyes as Spider-Man and some unknown hero prepared to leave. Some mustered the courage to approach them for autographs, surprising Wade, who's ego boosted through the roof in an instant.

Though when it came time to sign his name, Wade froze, unsure of what to put down as he hasn't chosen a hero's name yet.

Ultimately, he ended up writing a quick squiggle, which no one would be able to decipher no matter how hard they tried.

And once the autographs were signed, the two were on their way, leaving behind a happy group of employees.

Though they wouldn't be happy for long...

Seconds after Peter and Wade left, the street outside the restaurant was swarmed with cars and pedestrians who came running down the block at full speed, hoping to get a glimpse of Spider-Man and the never before seen hero beside him.

And as chaos descended upon their small restaurant, they all regretted posting the pictures and videos of Spider-Man, wishing that they'd kept them to themselves. At least until after work.

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-Safe House-

Tired of waiting for Wade, who stood frozen at the front door, Peter grew impatient and opened the door, pushing him inside the penthouse.

The Shield guards outside the door watched the whole exchange with interest, wondering what was going on.

Though they wouldn't ask. After all, anything involving an Avenger was way above their pay grade.

-Inside-

The sun was rising on the horizon, casting a warm glow over the room as they entered. The aroma of breakfast cooking in the kitchen filled the air.

Wade and Vanessa locked eyes for a moment, their gazes filled with a mixture of longing and uncertainty.

She instinctively knew that now was the time to come to a decision. Francis was most likely dead and now it was time for Wade to reveal himself as Peter said.

Finally, Wade mustered the courage to speak. "Hey, Ness," he began, his voice filled with a mix of nerves and affection. "I... I need to tell you something."

Recognizing the voice behind the mask, Vanessa's anger simmered beneath the surface as she walked over to Wade, delivering a swift punch to his face.

She wouldn't be pretending to sleep this time around. Now was the time for action.

"I totally deserved that..." Wade shook his head and turned back to her, a faint smile hidden under his mask.

Though she knew him well enough to know that he was smiling right now.

Unfazed, Vanessa landed another punch, this time harder than before.

Wade nodded in acknowledgment, his resilience evident as he easily shrugged off the blow.

"Okay, that too," he admitted, rubbing his jaw.

With frustration mounting, Vanessa raised her knee, aiming to strike him where it hurt the most. But Wade reacted swiftly, catching her leg just before impact.

"Maybe not that," Wade interjected, a hint of amusement in his voice.

He was not about to let his family jewels suffer any harm.

Meanwhile, Peter leaned against the wall and watched in both interest and concern. He didn't know whether Vanessa would take him back, but he hoped for the best for Wade.

"Start talking!" Vanessa glared at him, her voice laced with impatience and concern.

Wade took a deep breath, bracing himself to explain the unexplainable. "I'm so sorry for leaving and taking so long to come back. It's been a rough few weeks," He began, his voice filled with remorse.

As Vanessa listened to his words, her anger softened slightly, understanding the ordeal Wade had endured, thanks to Peter's explanation after her kidnapping.

Wade went on to explain that he had wanted to reveal himself sooner, but the man behind the mask he currently wore wasn't the same anymore.

Vanessa, already aware of the situation, reached up and grasped the edges of Wade's mask, surprising him as she pulled it off to reveal a picture of Chris Pratt duct-taped to his face.

"Who is this?" Vanessa asked, curious and puzzled.

Wade chuckled softly. "That's who I'd want to play me in my superhero movie if Ryan Reynolds was busy or dead. God forbid," he added, making a religious cross-motion.

After the playful exchange, Vanessa unceremoniously ripped the piece of paper off Wade's face, fully exposing his disfigurement.

Wade winced in pain as the duct tape was abruptly removed. "Careful! That's my money maker..."

"Not anymore." Vanessa comments as she takes in his appearance.

A moment of silence hung in the air as the two lovers stared at each other, Wade anxiously trying to discern Vanessa's response.

A slight frown crossed her face, causing Wade's heart to sink as he started rambling. "Look, if you don't like it, we can try some masks or I can find a good plastic surgeon. It can be fixed, I promise. Just-"

But before he could finish, Vanessa reached up, cupping his face tenderly between her hands. Her eyes sparkled with love and acceptance.

"It's certainly not the prettiest," Vanessa began, her voice filled with sincerity, "but it's still a face I'd be more than happy to sit on."

(A/N: 😏)

Wade's eyes widened, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Well, I'm not the same down there either," he motioned toward his nether regions with a playful gaze, "I've got a super penis." He paused, waggling his eyebrows. "The healing factor keeps me going and going."

Vanessa's curiosity was piqued, and a mischievous glint appeared in her eyes. "Is that so?" she teased.

Without missing a beat, Wade wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his chest.

'Maybe I should go?' Peter thought as the two started making out right in front of him as if he weren't there. "Yeah, I just remembered that I have to get home-"

As he spoke, both Wade and Vanessa reached over and grabbed random stuff from the kitchen counter, hurling it at him as if to say 'What are you still doing here!?'

Of course, their lips didn't separate the entire time. And they weren't even looking in his direction.

"!?" After nearly getting hot in the head with a few plates and a toaster, Peter swiftly made his way to the door.

And as he left, the sounds of destruction inside the apartment grew louder and louder.

"Is everything okay, sir?" One of the guards asked as he stepped out.

Sighing in exasperation, Peter nodded his head. "Yeah, just kick them out once the noises stop and send an invoice for any damages to Tony." He ordered as he walked off.

"Y-Yes, sir..."

-Hours Later-

The once pristine and perfect penthouse apartment was completely destroyed.

The air was thick with the scent of cigarette smoke and lingering sexual tension as if the room itself held the memories of everything it just endured.

The walls, once adorned with elegant artwork and photographs, now bore the scars of fierce battles, with gouges and deep cracks marring their once pristine surfaces.

Shattered glass from broken windows littered the floor, glinting ominously in the dim light that filtered through the tattered curtains.

Furniture, once stylish and meticulously arranged, now lay overturned and broken.

The remnants of a shattered coffee table were scattered across the room, mingling with torn upholstery and broken wooden frames.

The once-plush carpeting was stained with splotches of liquor, wine, blood, and all sorts of unknown bodily fluids, evidence of what looked like a fierce confrontation that could have taken place.

In the midst of the wreckage, surrounded by shards of random household objects, Wade and Vanessa lay naked, nestled on top a pile of ripped couch cushions, pillows, and stained blankets.

Both of them had blissful smiles plastered all over their faces.

"I love you..." Vanessa admitted as she drifted off to sleep, her head lying on his chest.

"..." Wade froze for a moment before lovingly brushing the hair off of her forehead. "I love you too..."

A/N: 1910 words :) Long boy today...

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