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Peter was 15 and Wade was 25 when they met for the first time. It was hate at first sign. At least according to Peter’s point of view because Wade would state otherwise.
Spider-Man and other rising heroes of his age were training at SHIELD Headquarter, and Peter Parker was stressed at that time. A day earlier before he was recruited for Shield’s initiative program, he just received a medical screening regarding his secondary gender which confirmed his ultimate dread.
Peter was an omega.
Being an omega was not easy even in today society where discrimination was forbidden by the law. Prejudice existed. For generations that people with the same gender as Peter experienced mistreatment just because they were born in the gender marked as the vulnerable. The weak whose usefulness was only their ability to bear children. No one expected greatness from the omegas. As a teenager with so many dreams and expectation in his life, of course, Peter couldn’t help but feel angry and upset at himself and at the world. He was determined to prove to the world how wrong they were, and he’d make Spider-Man the greatest hero.
So, he took Shield’s training seriously and trained harder than anyone.
On the other hand, Deadpool, who was alpha and a renowned dangerous mercenary, was here at SHIELD just for stealing some classified data. Making money. The usual. And maybe if he was in a good mood, teasing some newbies and destroying some shits were also a good idea to kill time and annoy the hell out of that one-eyed director too. He would be FURY-ious, Deadpool snickered at the thought.
That was how they met and truthfully it wasn’t a good impression.
Deadpool burst into the heroes’ training room and started mocking everyone for using their power for the greater good instead of for themselves. Spider-Man, predictably, jumped into defense the heroic responsibility, giving that red mercenary the lecture in which Uncle Ben taught him before he died. Deadpool’s white lens became unreadable for a moment. However, unexpectedly he broke into a laugh. It was rude. Peter could no longer stand that outright belittlement to his uncle’s virtue and Spider-Man kicked that weird man’s ass out of SHIELD.
Peter was still pissed off even after the masked mercenary was long gone. Life was unfair. Why did it decide to grant someone that irresponsible, that rude, and couldn’t be more immoral like Deadpool the power and the privileged status of an alpha? Peter clenched his teeth in frustration. The next time when Peter saw that Merc again, Spider-Man was going to put him in jail.
Peter was 16 and it had already been a tough year in which Peter had yet succeeded in shaking Deadpool off his life. For some unknown reason, the mercenary started to appear during Spider-Man’s patrol and shamelessly begged the Web Wonder to be his mentor. Peter didn’t buy a single damn thing spilled out of the unshuttable mouth of the man who killed for money about turning a new leaf or wanting to be a hero. Needless to say the fact that Deadpool was an alpha annoyed the hell out of the young hero, so Peter told him to get lost.
Unfortunately, Deadpool was persistent. Like the worst kind of gum stuck to a shoe that refused to be getting rid off.
In resignation, Peter said to him,
"You can come BUT you have to behave. Or I’ll web you up and send you to the police!”
“Is that a proposal?!” Deadpool was overjoyed.
Spider-Man really had no choice but to allow him to come along with one condition that Deadpool must not kill anyone. Deadpool, of course, whined childishly but complied.
That night was the beginning of their unlikely friendship. Deadpool was that kind of companion, Peter never realized he needed. The Merc was fun, sarcastic and surprisingly a good listener. It was nice to finally have someone, who understood loneliness and the danger of vigilante life, to talk to.
There was the time when Deadpool surprised Peter with his perceptiveness.
Peter already started using suppressants and a synthetically alpha pheromone to mask his own scent. Nevertheless, during his heat, his dramatic hormonal changes always compromised the artificial odor. Peter, inexperienced as he was, was unaware of his biology. The deadly mercenary, on the contrary, picked it up easily in the first whiff.
Instead of mocking Peter’s inferior body or worse taking advantage of his compromised position, Deadpool just told him to go home right away, his tone serious but not unkind. When Peter was back on his duty after the heat was over, dreading how Deadpool would treat him now that he saw the weakness of Spider-Man. It turned out the Merc with a Mouth still behaved toward him the same way like he used to do. No jokes nor teases that would make Peter feel any lesser came from the man he once considered shallow-minded.
“Thank you,” Peter whispered to him when they were sitting together on the rooftop and eating their own tacos. Deadpool just gave him his smile, a genuine one. It was the first time Peter truly saw the real person beneath the mask and masquerading act. And he respected this man.
When he was 17, Peter stupidly miscalculated his heat period. It was a big fucking mistake.
The heat which came unexpectedly while Peter was in the middle of a fight with a mafia gang at an abandoned warehouse, instantly paralyzed him and Spider-Man collapsed on the floor like a toy running out a battery. Even standing felt like an impossible task right now not to say trying to escape. What was worse was that those minions’ faked alpha stink that smelled so disgusting. Peter was nauseous and panic. He could sense his thought losing its coherence and intelligence escaping him while his mentality was slowly crippled by the primitive desire.
It was beyond terrifying having to listen to the awful creatures describing what they planned to do with his body. Out of desperation, Peter cried for help.
Then, it stopped. The smell, the sound of those horrible people. Only one scent left. It was the familiar scent of the person whom Peter grew to trust.
“Wade,” Peter called the man weakly as he was carried out of the warehouse.
It was the first time he called Wade by his name.
“I’m here, baby boy. Always be here for you,” Wade soothed him, his tone laced with so much gentleness that no one would expect a calloused man like him possess. And in his arms, Peter felt safe.
The next day, the news, in unison, reported the case of the warehouse massacre as the most sickeningly gruesome mass killing in years. No one entered the crime scene could hold their stomach.
They didn’t bond that night, though. Or many nights which followed later after they decided to get together. Despite people’s accusation of Wade’s corrupted nature, it was him who insisted that they wait for the consummation until Peter was legal. The man himself was so insecure that he also believed there were other suitors better for Peter than him. Peter, on the other hand, was more confident that Wade was the right one. The only alpha whom Peter wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
At the age of 20 and 30, Peter and Wade got married. Almost everyone in the hero community voiced their disagreement of their marriage. It was fine for Peter actually. Good for management. Fewer people to send an invitation and he could invite only his close friends who genuinely gave them their blessing to the wedding. However, those nosy people’s comments were really annoying. They picked on everything: Wade’s occupation, Wade’s insanity, and even their age difference, to support their belief that the marriage was mismatched.
Wade silently accept their cruel reminder of his past but Peter puffed and scorned down at those petty blasts. Regardless to those commenting that Peter was too young to realize his mistake, Peter was well aware that their marriage wasn’t all roses. However, with the two of them together, they would definitely make it work. For themselves. For unborn members who would join their new family in the future.
Unconsciously, Peter placed both of his hand on his still flat stomach. Couldn't help but feel excited at the thought that one day he would carry Wade’s pups. Just a few years ago, if someone told Peter that one day he would want a baby, Peter would web them to the highest building in New York. He would feel that that person made an old-fashioned stereotype comment of the omega nature and thus assumed, or expected that Peter had to settle down and get knocked up. Peter was the amazing Spider-Man, the hero patron of New York and this wasn’t going to apply to him. However, now when he found someone special, he wasn’t against the idea like his younger self once was.
Surely, they were not ready for the parental responsibility yet. Peter had the education to finish, and Wade with so many of issues of his to handle. They needed to talk before deciding to bring a new life to the world. Still, the thought that one day their house would be filled with the laughter of the little ones, gave Peter’s heart the new sensation of warmth and joy.
Contrary to Peter’s enthusiasm, Wade’s expression was always guarded when the idea of having a kid was mentioned. Wade would laugh, and tried to change the topic.
“Bad idea, baby boy –Look! Your movie’s new trailer! How many times are they going to change your actors actually, younger each time and I feel weirdly awkward to hug even the real you.”
Unrelenting, Peter successfully cornered him one night. Defeated, Wade confessed. His assumption was right. Wade didn’t dislike children. He was terrified of fatherhood.
The thing was that the ex-Merc didn’t allow himself to enjoy the idea of having his own kid with Peter. It was the fear embedded within his heart that always supplied the poisonous thought to Peter’s husband that he’d end up a shitty father like his old man. Wade argued it was a sensible concern. Wade’s childhood was, to put it simply, horrible. It fucked up his life and what would guarantee that he’d not fail their child too? What about his cancer? How was he going to forgive himself if his shit destroyed the child’s life?
“You’re not going to fuck up,” Peter chided him, caressing his the older man’s head softly. “I promise we’ll raise them to be wonderful. But only when you ready,” He comforted the scarred man who pressed his face into Peter’s chest like a child. They lied in that position for hours. He almost believed Wade already felt asleep when he finally spoke,
“I’m ready when you’re ready.”
Two years since their marriage, Peter graduated and got hired to work as a scientist at Stark’s lab. Wade was there at Peter’s commencement ceremony in his civilian clothes, watching his younger lover’s success with pride. Peter tackled him with a hug as soon as he stepped out of the platform and Wade swung him around. It was one of the happiest days of their lives.
At night, they decided they were ready for more responsibility.
Lying on the bed with his back on the headboard, Wade grinned at Peter, “Ready for me to put a pup in your belly, baby boy?”
Peter smacked him with a pillow but he also smiled widely.
“Ask yourself. Are you ready to take care of me and carry me around when my feet too sore to move?”
“I’ll fucking make you stay in bed all day. Pampering you with food and gifts.”
“How about Spider-Man duty?” Peter pretended to ponder.
“The city can wait when Spidey takes maternal leave. I’ll not let you swing around the city when you was eighth months and as big as a whale.” Wade teased back.
“Wade Wilson!” Peter laughed, sitting abruptly.
“Kidding, darling. You’ll always be my beautiful baby boy even when you’re ballooned up. Knowing me, I’d find that very sexy and arousal. However, you might not be my favorite baby after they come out to the world though.”
Peter’s eyes sparkled at his affectionate tone when he was speaking about their baby. Slowly, the brunette moved to straddle his husband, tilting his head innocently, eyes gleamed with mischief.
“I think I can live with that.”
Wade’s hand automatically snaked to cup Peter’s ass, kneading them with his callous hands until the young omega purred happily. With one hand still on Peter’s butt, Wade shifted his other hand to play with the omega’s rosy nipples, giving them his attention. Peter let out a stuttering moan and rocked his body sensually. He always had sensitive nipples, perhaps due to his omega’s biology and it hardened gradually under Wade’s handiwork.
“Can’t wait until they are swollen with milk. Gonna take a good care of you,” Wade growled in Peter’s ears which made the brunette giggled, trying so hard to quell his arousal and give Wade a half-hearted reprimand.
“No, no. No, you’re not allowed to steal the baby’s food.”
“Then, the first lesson I’m going to give them is learning how to share, especially with daddy,” The childish man pouted petulantly before driving down to suck Peter’s nipple enthusiastically.
“Ha… How’s about you give me the baby first, daddy?” Peter panted.
Wade cursed.
“Such a shame that we need to stop this kink once they were born or they’re going to be hella confused why mommy calls their sire daddy behind the bedroom’s door too.”
“Such an inconvenience,” Peter agreed but then cracked a smile, “but we still have Aunt May to sit for us, if we need a private time for a few hours, right?”
That was three years ago since their first attempt.
They had been trying but Peter still showed no sign of pregnancy. Each day passed by and Peter had become more and more desperate.
What’s wrong with his body? He asked himself repeatedly.
“It could be my fault too,” intervened Wade. He was always there to pull Peter out of his darken thought where he started to blame himself. Still, it provided no answer to their unsolvable question.
Peter poured his mind into every single medical journal on infertility. They went to doctors, specialists. Dr. Banner, Doctor Strange, Stark, Reeds, and McCoy. Every help they could find. They had these people running tests on their bodies. The result was the same: nothing wrong with their reproductive systems, or their genetics. They both were healthy and fertile.
Then why Peter couldn’t get pregnant? He lamented bitterly.
It could be other factors, they suggested. Environment, stress, diet, lifestyles or just a bad timing of copulation. They urged Peter to be relaxed and Peter wanted to cry. How could he be relaxed? It was already three years. And each year passed signified a slow decline of his fertility rate. How could Peter calm his mind when at the peak of his fertility, he couldn’t conceive?
They had a house in a very good neighborhood. They ate healthy, to the point that Peter banned all manufactured and greasy food from their home. Wade complained about the absence of sugary sweets and booze and organic products that were invading the space in their house.
“This is madness,” Wade grumbled but when Peter glowered at him, had to reluctantly cooperate.
They had sex frequently, nonstop during Peter’s heat.
They participated no activity which could harm their health. He followed each instruction then why…
Suddenly it dawned on him. There was one activity that could be considered risky to his reproduction.
“Are you absolutely certain about what you’re going to do, Peter?” Wade asked. He rarely called Peter with his full name but when he did it meaned that Wade was seriously concerned about his decision. He disagreed with the whole ordeal but he wasn’t going make Peter change his mind. He wasn’t going to force his omega against his will.
Peter bit his lips.
“I’m certain.”
Peter was going to quit being Spider-Man.
He planned it to be temporary until he conceived. However, just one month that he stopped being Spider-Man, his heart was broken. To Peter, Spider-Man was more than donning the red and blue suit and fighting crimes. Spider-Man defined the important stage in the relationship between Uncle Ben and himself. He was the only evidence that Peter could communicate to his late uncle that the stubborn child that day finally understood his invaluable lecture.
To support his decision, Wade went out every night to take care of Spidey’s patrol so Peter would feel reassured that people were safe even during his absence. Peter was grateful but he was guiltier for selfishly thrusting his responsibility to Wade’s shoulder.
And he was yet pregnant.
No omegas should feel this way. Peter totally understood that he wasn’t a failure, and Wade would never love him less even he couldn’t provide an heir to his mate. But deep down at that irrational, primal level of his consciousness, he couldn’t stop a feeling of being incompetent.
Taking a walk around the city had now become a torturous experience for Peter. It was painful just to see people. Pregnant people with their pregnancy glow. Parents with their children. Infants. Toddlers. Happy faces. Peter’s wandering legs always led him to a certain place. A kids’ department store. Peter often visited the store alone because every time he lingered around here, Wade always tried to drag him out. He would look at every tiny outfit and accessory, exploring, touching and entertaining himself with a fantasy of choosing those baby clothes and small socks. He was so pathetic. Peter found tears slowly pricked his eyes as he started sobbing to the fact that he might never have that chance.
It was already dark when Peter returned home, looking devastated. Wade was waiting for him outside. Without saying anything, he took Peter in his arms as Peter openly cried to his chest.
A month after Peter stopped being Spider-Man, they finally accept the fate that they would be childless.
Peter was still crying, chin on his knees, as he rocked himself. Wade embraced him from behind, trying to protect the most important person from the cruel reality. In this position, they sit silently. Until Peter spoke with his quivering voice,
“I’m sorry. I’ve made our marriage living hell and you have to suffer. I’m so sorry.”
“No, Peter. You apologize to no one, especially me. My life is completed since the day you agreed to be mine. Please don’t apologize,” Wade begged, holding the omega tighter. However, Peter didn’t respond him and another wave of silence entered the room, getting interrupted occasionally by the sniffing and sobbing sounds. Wade tightened his hold on his mate, afraid that his fragile husband would disappear had he loosen his hold.
“You know, we can still try IVFs or adoption,” he tried to suggest, desperate for Peter’s response, “and we can keep a pet. Dogs or cats. Anything at your desire.”
A big pause, then,
“I want one hundred and one Dalmatians.”
Wade wanted to cry in relief but instead, he found himself grinning.
“I’d say that is a management nightmar--” a sniff from Peter and Wade amended quickly,
“Make it two hundred and we need a farm. Close to the Barton would be perfect, bird brain would be thrilled.”
Peter snorted but he squeezed back Wade’s hand firmly.
“What doesn’t kill you, make you stronger.” It was true. It was hard to get over what had been their dream for three years, but they would live. After all, they still had each other. Peter Parker might struggle not to be broken but Spider-Man was strong. Therefore, he went on patrol as the amazing web-slinger again as soon as he could. It was such a great feeling. To be able to swing through the city and let the wind blew away his sadness and frustration.
There were many people who clasped hands and cheers at his return. Spider-Man found himself smiled as he whooped. Feeling rejuvenated and free for the first time in the three hellish years.
The first thing Wade Wilson did was to throw those hellish organic products out his house. Good riddance, satisfactorily Wade nodded to himself.
They feasted on a very greasy and unforgivably deliciousness of fast food delivery the next night, ordering everything from every fast-food chain that did delivery. A happy meal at last.
On one Sunday morning, Wade woke up to find Peter sitting on their bed with face turning to the window watching the rise of the sun. Silently, He watched as the early ray bathed his mate’s lithe form. Peter wore just a plain worn t-shirt but it was something in this very moment, the way that the sunlight made him glow otherworldly, or maybe it might be because of Peter’s eyes that looked so brown and peaceful that Wade found him so enthralling.
The ex-merc adjusted his body and that sound brought Peter out of his reverie. He whirled to greet Wade with his usual “G’ morning,” and smile.
However, the brunette had to be puzzled when his older lover was still unresponsive to his greeting.
“Wade?”
And Wade surged to kiss him fiercely. Peter’s eyes widen but soon returned the kiss with equal passion. Together, they stumbled back to bed.
It had been two months that Peter felt like he wanted to cry and laugh that the same time and the emotion turmoil was slowly driving him mad.
That statement wasn’t underrated because he was always mad. At everything. His body was a constant pain, fatigue, and nausea. It could be food poisoning but Peter had no idea what exactly poisoned him. He would though if he wasn’t gluttonously putting everything in his mouth. Peter rummaged the fridge every night to make some awful concoction like a smoke salmon with Nutella and Sriracha sauce sandwich and sneak it back to his bed which was now nest-liked.
Peter suspected a thing about his sickness. Wade did too. But Peter hissed at him every time his husband opened a mouth to voice his thought.
“They are symptoms of my depression and food poisoning,” Peter repeated like a mantra. Similar things happened in the past. He couldn’t get himself hope up only to be disappointed again. He wasn’t strong enough for that. And Wade obeyed him.
However, Wade drew the line when Peter insisted on going Spider-Man.
“I can go! I’m not pregnant! I’m barren, infertile!” Peter screamed at him but Wade didn’t back off.
“Enough, omega,” Wade hissed with his alpha’s commanding tone that immediately had Peter shut up. The Merc winced. He hated it but with Peter’s hormonal anxiety like this, they’d spend all night arguing over the silliest thing when there was a much more important matter to do right now.
“No argument. I’ll take you to Banner,” Wade ordered again and swooped Peter in his strong arms, bridal style. He’d apologize to Peter later for using such a tone to him.
Peter whined and hid his head against Wade’s neck.
“I’m scared,” He mumbled, “I don’t know if I can live has it turned out that I’m not pregnant.”
“I’m scared too, baby boy,” Wade admitted to him.
Two months.
Peter was pregnant for two months now. Dr Banner congratulated them, smiling despite the fact that he was interrupted in the middle of the night to run the test.
They were expecting. And not just one, two. Twin.
Peter thought it was a dream so Wade took him to every doctor they knew. The result was the same. Peter felt his face hurt from a big smile on his face as he heard all of “congratulations” from them.
He finally cried a tear of joy.
The one who cried harder than Peter was Wade. It surprised everyone because, throughout their years of trying, it was Peter who cried and Wade who comforted him. Despite his jokes and lack of eagerness, Wade wanted to have children as much as Peter. He wanted this. Wanted a chance to give Peter’s and his child a beautiful childhood, to protect them and to make sure that they never face the cruel world alone like their parents.
It also was Wade who went straight the next morning to the baby’s store and bought all baby clothes and toys. True to his word, he forbid Peter to work and he was always fussing over Peter’s diet and exercise. Peter's crazy lover was crazier than ever before but Peter found it hard to be mad at him.
Because they were going to have babies.
Peter was entertaining himself by watching Wade's struggle to assemble the IKEA crib. It looked very poor assembled when Wade stood up, declaring that he finished with this one now.
“What do you think?” He asked eagerly. Peter glanced at the poor crib and decided to go with a sincere answer.
“Bad.”
Wade shrugged, “I still have another crib to practice though.”
Grinning, Wade turned to him and gently place his hand over Peter’s baby bump.
“Who knows when the stork is late, they'd bring two babies to the family as an apology for the delayed delivery.”
Peter just smiled back. At the age of 26, Peter Parker was married, pregnant and happy.