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fic: tumble dry low [t][3.5k]

peter parker/wade wilson

One AM in a deserted, neon-lit laundromat called Laundropalooza is not exactly when and where Peter thought he’d run face-first into Wade Wilson again, but it is.

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“I think I’m growing on you,” Wade says. “Like a mold. Or a lichen.”

Peter has a lot of mold in his bathroom. “I don’t think that’s always necessarily a good thing.” But he can’t deny that Wade is right. Peter is absolutely screwed: Deadpool has grown on him, an awful lot. But he’s not about to tell Wade that.

“Sometimes it is,” Wade says. “Like with blue cheese. Or penicillin.”

“I’m allergic to penicillin.” Or at least he was. Peter probably isn’t allergic to anything, anymore.

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