Out Came the Sun
Wade impatiently taps the tune of “Itsy Bitsy Spider” against the trigger of his gun while he lies in wait. It feels like he has been out here on patrol for ages, though the last he checked only a few minutes have really passed.
It’s a typical August afternoon in New York City, which means the weather is about as muggy and noxious as the space between Mephisto’s asscrack. It’s stifling enough to make Wade consider an outfit change; if he remembers correctly–and let’s be honest, that’s a rarity nowadays–he has a bikini or two in his wardrobe that would not only be cooler but more fitting with his current mission.
But too late for that now. His target suddenly comes into view, and not wanting to miss his chance, Wade carefully takes aim and fires.
“Auugh!!”
Wade lets out a whoop at the sight of Peter, now dripping from head to toe from the force of Wade’s Super Soaker. And no, that is not an euphemism. “Down came the rain and washed the spider out! Got you, Baby Bo–”
His jubilation is swiftly cut short when a webbed water balloon is slung right into his face.
***
Later, as evidence of their water battle evaporates from the roof of their apartment building, the two of them are sprawled out next to each other, drenched and exhausted. Again, no double entendre here, much to Wade’s dismay.
“…Go on,” Wade says, nudging Peter in his side. “You can say it.”
“Say what?” Peter asks, giving what Wade affectionately refers to as his ‘Clueless Bambi’ look.
“‘Wow Wade, this was an amazing idea!!’’ Wade coos, batting his non-existent eyelashes with a mock swoon. “‘Thank you, oh thank you, for helping me remove the stick from my a–mud.’”
Peter snorts and knocks his shoulder against Wade’s. “Smooth save.”
“I’m waiting~”
“Fine.” Peter sighs with a dramatic roll of his eyes, but his lips are still twitching to form a grin. “As far as most of your ideas go, this one wasn’t half-bad. Happy now?”
“Hold that thought!” Wade turns onto his side and brushes some of Peter’s dampened bangs out the way before pressing their foreheads together, their lips hovering mere centimeters apart. “I just thought of another great idea…”
Oh my goodness @cinderlock I am so sorry this took so long. When I was assigned as a pinch hitter for @spideypoolexchange I had the hardest time trying to think of an idea for fluff fic. (Hell, I don’t even know if this is fluffy. I TRIED.)
