A month had passed since the awkward kiss (Kiss? No, more of a peck. Definitely a peck) shared between Peter and Wade. Since then, Wade had not visited Peter's office for his regularly scheduled appointments. Peter half-expected this from Wade for a week or two, at least, but not a month. After the second week of missed appointments, Peter became slightly concerned and decided to ask his receptionist if he had heard from Wade.

"Ms. Stacy, I had an appointment scheduled with Mr. Wilson and he failed to show up today, or any other day we had scheduled him for, for that matter. Did he by any chance call or anything?"

"Oh! He did happen to call today, actually. He said he was going to be out of town on business for a while so his weekly appointments were to be cancelled until he got back," said Gwen. "I sent you a notice about it to your email since you were out having lunch, my apologies."

Peter nodded, "No worries, Ms. Stacy. I need to remind myself to check my email more often."

Gwen smiled and returned to her work on her computer. Peter walked back to his office, wondering how much of Wade's excuse was true. Out of town…on business? Peter knew what Wade's occupation was, even before he started coming to him for therapy. He had, on various occasions, even run into Wade while on duty as Spider-Man, and he had even had to work with him a few times, much to Peter's displeasure. It's not that he disliked working with Wade because he didn't like him, but more because of his unpredictability and disregard for rules.

Peter decided he'd start keeping his eye out for a certain merc with a mouth. Just to check up on him, of course.

It was now six weeks since Peter had seen Wade. Whenever Peter suited up as Spider-Man and was out patrolling the streets of New York, he'd been looking out for Wade, but to no avail.

Tonight was no different. Peter swung absentmindedly overhead the boisterous Manhattan nightlife, which he had been doing for several hours, tonight proving to be especially uneventful. His stomach growled, reminding him he had not eaten for six hours. Peter swung to the rooftop of a nearby building and peeled off his mask, sighing as he ran a hand through his damp hair, "I guess it wouldn't be too bad if I called it a night." The memory of his strange night with Wade passed through his mind, and he suddenly craved greasy Mexican food from a certain food truck, which he decided to make a quick pit stop at before he headed home.

He decided to travel by air, his hunger wearing his patience thin. Pulling his mask on, he made his way to the park as fast as his web shooters and the laws of physics would allow. As he neared in on the park where the food truck was, an out of place black-and-red blur caught his attention as he swung above, stopping and landing on the roof of the nearest building. The black-and-red blur, which he could now clearly see it was a certain mercenary, was looking right at him, and then proceeded to wave and run towards him. Finally.

While he was relieved to see Wade, he had to remember he had to be Spider-Man, not Peter Parker. He motioned for Wade to come near the building. "Oh Rapunzel, let down your long hair," Wade sing-songed as Peter shot down a web for him.

Peter sighed, "And so it begins." He pulled Wade up the length of the building, offering a hand to help him over the ledge.

"Wow Spidey, I didn't take you for the sappy romantic type, but I like it," Wade teased, earning a groan from Peter.

"Listen Wilson, I just want to make sure you're not getting into problems that I'm going to be left having to clean up later," Peter said. "What've you been up to? I haven't seen you around in a while."

"Same old, same old," said Wade as he began spinning his gun around his finger absentmindedly, "Just been occupying my free time by taking up extra jobs." Just as Peter was about to say something, he added, "And don't worry, they're more on the good-guy side. I told you I was gonna change my ways if I want Fury to consider letting me join the Avengers!"

Peter sighed. "Well, that's a relief; but, you know Fury will probably never let you into the Avengers, right? I mean, your track record isn't exactly spotless."

Wade jumped, his face uncomfortably close to Peter's. "But I'm really serious about changing! He'll see!" He stepped back, suddenly aware of how he was probably invading the other's personal space. "Plus, I've been having some positive influences in my life, so I'm actually committed to changing. Well, I'm trying."

Peter smiled a bit, glad that his mask concealed his face. "Oh, really? What'd you do, find Jesus?"

Wade let out a gratuitous laugh, "As if! Actually, I'd been seeing this psychologist guy. Well, not seeing him like dating him, like actually for psychological help, but I mean I wouldn't actually mind dating him, but now that's completely out of the question when I went on this weird date with him, well actually it wasn't even a date, at least he probably didn't even consider it-"

"Wilson, you're rambling."

"Right, sorry. Well anyway, I just screwed myself over with my psychologist so now I can't go back, which sucks because I think it was really helping me, so I guess I'll have to look for another shrink."

At that, Peter's eyes widened, again internally high-fiving himself for wearing a mask that covers his entire face. "Wait, what? Why can't you go back to your old psychologist?"

Wade sat down on the ledge of the building, sighing. "He probably never wants to see my face ever again. I actually ended up kissing him, which I could tell freaked him the fuck out, as if he wasn't freaked out by me enough already."

Peter sat down next to Wade, "Look, I'm sure he's probably over what happened, especially if he could tell that you're upset with what happened. I'm sure there are no hard feelings." Hesitating, he put his hand on Wade's shoulder and patted it lightly. "I mean, if that ever happened to me, it wouldn't be that big of a deal. I'd be more flattered than disgusted."

Wade turned to look at Peter, his mask moving slightly as if he was about to open his mouth to say something, but he just stopped at stared at Peter. Peter was half-expecting a repeat of that one night's awkward encounter before he heard Wade speak. "You kinda remind me of him." Peter nearly choked on his saliva. Holy shit, he fucking knows, fuckfuckfuck. "He has a hotter voice, though." Peter let out a small breath, his panic subsiding. "You should be a shrink, too. You're good at making people feel less shitty about themselves."

Peter smirked, "I'll consider it." He stood up and checked his web cartridges. "You should consider seeing this shrink of yours again, too. If you do, maybe I'll mention something to Fury about your good behavior."

Peter was sure that Wade was grinning. "I'll hold you to it next time I see you, Spidey."

"Well, I've got a date with about half a dozen steak tacos so I'm out." Peter gave Wade a nod before he shot a web and made his way towards Sam's tacos, feeling as if a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

The day after his encounter with Wade, Peter had been anxiously awaiting a visit from the mercenary, but he never showed up. The same thing happened the next day, and the next week, for that matter. He was tempted to even call him, but decided against it, it wouldn't be professional.

On one Monday morning while on his way to work, Peter got a phone call from the office. Probably Gwen wanting me to get her a coffee, Peter thought before answering.

"Morning, Ms. Stacy."

"Good morning, Mr. Parker. Sorry if I'm calling too early, it's just that I wanted to confirm something with you."

"Sure, what is it?"

"Mr. Wilson called this morning letting me know he's back from his business trip and asked if he could resume his usual sessions with you if they weren't already being occupied by someone else. I checked and his spots were still available, so I put him back on the schedule. The reason I'm calling though is because he was wondering if he could see you later today. It sounded kind of urgent."

A feeling of relief flooded Peter's chest. "Sure, tell him he can come by any time today, I'll make time for him."

"Alright, I will inform him right away. See you soon."

Peter ended the call, finding himself actually smiling. Guess I'm going to have to have a chat with Fury.

A/N: Before I begin, I just want to apologize for the length of the update of this story! I am sooo sorry, please don't hurt me T_T I've been having problems with my laptop and I've had to rewrite this story three times, it was very exasperating. As of now, my laptop is okay, but still goes crazy from time to time, but I've learned to save my documents on a usb drive since my laptop obviously cannot be trusted (and perfect, just in time for school -_-)

Fall semester starts soon so I'm gonna try to get another chapter out before then. Also, I want to thank everyone who's been favoriting/following and writing reviews, I'm glad you like it and a really appreciate it, thank you for bearing with me and I love you guys!

-Alazne