next day
Peter's pov.

Despite being exhausted from a long night of tossing and turning from guilt Peter got up early to sneak into the kitchen. He knew there wasn't really any way for him to make up for the terrible things that had happened to Deadp-, Wade, Wade, but that didn't make him feel any better.

Shaking his head Peter tries to concentrate on carefully packing down the finished hand pies he's made. He'd figured everyone loves pie, right? And Wade seems to really enjoy different kinds of food.

Packing everything up in a sort of picnic basket, he plans to offer the food after they'd sparred, both of them usually feeling quite hungry afterwards.

He's hoping the food offering might settle down the writhing guilt in his stomach from not having asked more questions, just simply assumed the worst about the other. If he would have known about the other's past he would have acted differently towards him. At least he hopes so...

Frowning he he grabs the basket and heads outside. No. He knows he would have treated Wade differently. Peter doesn't care what master Fury might say. It isn't Wade's fault that he is what he is. They shouldn't have abandoned him after becoming "emotionally compromised". Grimacing at the term Peter's grip on the basket's handles tightens.

"Hey, Fraidy-Pete!"

Stiffening at the voice, Peter's shoulders draw up high as he quickens his step, trying to ignore the other apprentices.

But then he's suddenly forced to a stop as a hand grabs his arm. "I was calling for you, Fraidy."

Refusing to acknowledge the other Peter stares down at the ground, as his way is being blocked by Flash and his friends.

Still holding Peter's arm Flash glances down at the basket.. "Off to see your pet Sith?" Smiling mockingly he taunts, "Maybe you aren't that big of a coward. Maybe you're just stupid."

Still not looking up Peter tries to pull his arm lose. "Let go of me, Flash."

Grinning Flash tightens his grip. "Or what, Fraidy-Pete?"

Arm starting to ache from the grip on it, Peter's had enough. Twisting away he feels a jolt of pain go down his arm as he hears his robes rip.

Running he doesn't look back.

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Stopping outside of the junkyard Peter takes a moment to catch his breath.

Walking in he looks around, the place as abandoned as always, except for a red and black clad figure bouncing towards him.

Smiling he waves. "Hi, Dea- there, Wade." Cringing for only a moment Peter hopes that Wade didn't notice anything.

But of course the other does. Frowning Wade stares at him for a moment before suddenly reaching a hand up towards Peter, causing him to jerk back. Frown deepening Wade lets his hand drop back down.

Nodding at Peter's shoulder he asks, "What happened to your robes?"

"Oh..." Cheeks heating in shame and guilt, Peter shakes his head dismissively. "I accidentally tore them working on an old project."

"You sure? Because that looks more like someone ripped your sleeve at the seam, Baby-Jedi."

Swallowing down the lump forming in his throat, Peter looks away, not sure on what to say.

Jumping in surprise as Wade puts a gently hand on his arm Peter looks up to meet the other's curiously kind eyes.

"Are you getting in trouble for meeting me?"

Eyes widening Peter shakes his head. "What? No. No, that's, that's not it. They've always been like this."

"They?"

"Um..." Looking down he remembers the basket he brought. Plastering on a grin he holds it up. "I brought food with me. After we've sparred I thought we could eat."

Wade being as capricious as he is, is easily sidetracked.

Eyes focusing in on the basket, Wade bounces excitedly. "What's in it? What is it Whatisit? Whatisit,whatisit?"

"You'll see later." Walking further into the junkyard Peter wiggles the basket like you would a treat for a Loth-cat.

Eyes tracking the baskets movements, Wade quickly follows.

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During their sparring Peter keeps messing up. Barely managing to block and sidestep Wade's attacks. He's just not able to focus.

Peter can't help but remember everything he read about the other. Flashes horrible experiments and torture clouding his mind. Distracting him from the fight.

This is why without Peter noticing Wade manages to corner him. Crowding him up against one of the junk piles the Sith leans in close as Peter's basically has to bend over backwards over an old chassis.

As he struggles to get loose Peter suddenly becomes very aware of how close they are and how warm the other feels pressing up against him. Blushing he remembers the other times Wade crowded him, easily holding him in place. Kissing me goodnight before stunning me with my own damn lightsaber.

Feeling strangely overheated, Peter ceases his struggling, panting for breath.

As Peter stops his struggling Wade grins widely, leaning in even closer, his eyes shines hungrily. "Time to see what you brought, baby-Jedi."

Closing his eyes in anticipation, Peter doesn't now what he's expecting but suddenly the other's warm weight is gone and cold air hits him.

Opening his eyes he sits up and watches the Sith skip away from him towards the basket.

Pushing himself up Peter lets out a shaky breath. Closing his eyes he takes some deep steadying breaths before he decides to follow, pushing down the strange feeling of disappointment.

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Handing one of the pies over to Wade the other gently cradles the pastry in his hands. As Wade coos over the small pie, Peter tells him that he baked them this morning only to have the other tear his eyes away from the pie and stare up at him in awe.

"You baked these?"

Nodding Peter looks away from the awestruck eyes and takes a pie of his own.

Without warning there's a loud lewd sounding moan from next to him. Surprised Peter looks back at Wade, seeing a blissful expression across his face and a large bite missing from the pie.

Smiling Peter takes a bite of his own pie, when he suddenly remembers all the questions he wants to ask the other.

Trying to occupy himself with the food he tries to tamper down his curiosity, but eventually he can't help but ask. "Why are you a Sith?" Are you even a Sith?

"I never said that I am."

Frowning Peter sets the remnants of his pie down and turns to fully face Wade. "What are you then?"

"I don't like labels, but if I most." Tapping his chin Wade takes a moment to think about it. "Chaotic neutral."

Heed tilting, Peter blinks in confusion. "What?"

"Or mercenary for hire." Shrugging Wade takes large bite of his sixth pie.

"Okay..." Watching the other chew for a while Peter just can't help it, he has to ask, "Why?"

"Look at me." Wade simply says, gesturing up at the general vicinity of his face like it answers everything. "I make Palpatine look like Liam Hemsworth."

Having no idea how to respond Peter just looks confused. "Who?"

"Thor's brother. The pretty one."

Frowning Peter somehow feels even more confused. "You mean Loki?"

Smiling ruefully Wade looks down. "What I mean is that there's not many options with a mug like mine."

Meeting Wade's sad blue eyes Peter is taken aback for a second. When did they change color?

Glancing away he frowns as he tries to remember.

May the 4th be with you.