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Peter was running away.
He was running away from New York, away from it all. On the day of his birthday at midnight he had his bags packed and his note for May ready. He wasn’t just rubbing away for attention and kicks, no, it was more than that. May wasn’t home as often, but Peter was. He saw every man she had brought in the house and every hookup she had. Could he really blame her though? I mean after after about 16 years of living with a kid that’s parents and uncle had just died, it’s not just heavy on the kid, it heavy on the caretaker as well. It wasn’t just the men, he was tired of being bossed around and pushed around by his boss and other people as Spider-Man, so he would go be Spider-Man somewhere else. Peter had left a note on Mays nightstand and a message for Tony before he had thrown his phone out the window, effectively smashing it. He had been fine for a couple months now, search parties had stopped looking for him and he was glad for that, although he new Tony would never stop, but that’s a problem he would deal with much later. Peter traveled around in a small blue van, blankets clothes and snacks all scattered around in the back and a small bed made for him when he wanted to sleep. At Age 18 Peter had found a way to make his own money, spending most of his time at bars and finding the loneliest male and asking if he wanted a blowjob, or sex for a price. In the first month of doing so he had already gathered up about 3 thousand dollars, considering he upped the price every time. After a while he had stopped doing this though, he found the dominant males to be getting much rougher and didn’t like the fact he would be back on the road all bruised up. From New York to California Peter was having one hell of a time by himself, that is until he stumbled upon a rather interesting looking man at a Denny’s early in the morning. After staring for a while he was eventually caught and found the male asking him if the seat in front of him was taken. “Uh- oh, no” he stammered out, a smile creeping on to his lips.

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Peters wings were quite annoying. He never knew why he had them, he just new they were there. His parents never really did try to hide his wings, they didn’t want to put any stress or anxiety on him to hide his wings, so they let him be, and he began known to many people for his strange feature. Everywhere he would go he would be starred down or even approached to be questioned, which annoyed him. After 22 years people still didn’t know how to control themselves, still questioning and starring at him whenever he crossed their paths. Here’s the thing, peer never really used his wings, they were mostly just /there/ and Peter thought he would be seen as a threat to people. Things were always hard for him. Peter sighed softly, he was on the bus home and as per usual people starred, and it didn’t help that he had to keep his wings so close. After getting off the bus he made his way home with his groceries, walking in his apartment and sighed as he plopped down on his bed turning in the news as he heated himself up some Ramen. The news was boring, an Peter found no interest in it, he only used it as a background noise so he didn’t feel so alone, that was until he heard something that caught hit attention. “Male found near beach with large angel like wings.” The words had shocked him and he quickly rushed over to the tv to see a male, larger than him with- hold on- why are his wings...white...Peter watched as interviewed flooded around him and questioned him, and watched as he tried to escape them “wade Wilson, are you aware that there are more of you? Wade Wilson, how did this happen? Wade Wilson” the questions went on and on but all Peter could focus on were his beautiful wings. “Wade Wilson” he mumbled to himself before realizing where they were “wait a minute...THATS THE BEACH DOWNTOWN?!" He shouted at his tv “h-he lives in the same town as me?! Oh fuck!” He shouted, but his excitement soon faded as the lights all went out. Another black out, sending him to bed early. Peter woke up the next morning, with the soul purpose of meeting this “Wade Wilson” or at least accidentally bumping in to him.

This shit cute as hell,,,
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Guns had always fascinated Peter. He loved they way they looked, the way they felt, and everything about them. Before his parents death he used to steal his fathers gun that he had kept in a safe for emergencies and go out in to the woods to shoot at cans and bottles, returning the gun to its place with new ammo after he was done. The day after his parents died was his 18th Birthday, so knowing he wouldn’t be able to be put in a foster home he didn’t wait to be removed from the house. He had gotten all the stashed money that his parents hid in the house and a black backpack to store it in. Of course he got his fathers guns as well. After walking off from the home, he decided he need an outfit change as well, so, not really wanting to be recognized, he got black boots, black jeans, a black holster for guns and ammo, and of course a black shirt. His backpack, which he took everywhere, contains the essentials, money, water, a first aid kit, and his ID and fake ID. After 2 years, Peter got a hang of being on his own and learning to fight for himself. He worked as a sort of “super hero” when he wanted to, except instead of just waiting for the cops to come and take the criminal he would resort to using violence. When he didn’t want to do “his job” he would get himself a motel room in Vegas and gamble. Of course he cheated though, never exactly being caught, which was shocking. Peter was independent and strong and knew how to be a leader and make rules, I guess you could call him a bossy bottom. Everything in his life was, alright I guess. Not the perfect run away story but good enough to satisfy him. Well, that was until he had to much to drink last night and woke up in somebody’s bed. Peter sat up and looked around the in familiar apartment, before he came the realization what had happened once he saw the larger male sleeping next to him. Peter furrowed his eyebrows, this had never happened before, so, why him?! He sighed softly and decided to shrug it off. Peter hurriedly gathered his clothes and began to get dressed, getting caught off guard by a low voice after dressing himself.

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