Chapter 1
Heavy breathing. He could hear footsteps behind him. Car horns blare and dogs bark off in the distance. It’s midnight in the city that never sleeps. He crouches down to stay hidden and pulls out his phone quickly checking the time. “Shit.” he curses “Pops is gonna kill me.”
He hastily changes into the street clothes he had stored in the back pack on his back. He slides his hat on and quickly rounds the corner keeping his eyes on the ground the whole way home. It’s only a 15-minute walk to Stark Tower, where he finds his fathers towering over him ready to berate him with questions as soon as he steps foot off their elevator.
He coughs clearing his throat “H-Hey dads, how’s it going?”
“You have 30 seconds to explain why you’re just now coming home at...” He pauses to check his watch “12:19!” Tony scolds his only son
“I stayed late at work and took a taxi home but the traffic was terrible, so I just got out and walked the rest of the way.” He explained smoothly. Steve nodded “Ok-” Tony suddenly cut him off “Why is there a bruise on your face?” He asked worriedly pointing to the now purple bruise on Peter’s right jaw.
Peter silently cursed in his head ‘stupid dealers’ he quickly thought up an excuse “Oh um... While I was walking home a lady was getting mugged, I ran to stop them, but it was too late and the mugger ended up pushing me into a fire hydrant.”
The two men were suddenly filled with worry “You know when you see something like that you’re supposed to run.” Tony told him “You could’ve gotten hurt.”
Peter frowned at that, not exactly happy with the fact a literal super hero is telling him to be a coward. Though he doesn't understand a fathers love for his child yet. The lesson he wishes to teach him is to be careful, not a coward. One he obviously hasn't learned yet. “I’m fine dad.” He told him “Honestly. I’m really tired though so I’m going to go to bed. Goodnight dads.” He said giving them each a hug and kiss on the cheek before rushing off to his room.
Once there he quickly closed the door and leaned his back against it. “That was too close.” he mumbled
“What was?” He heard a voice ask“What the fuck?” He said turning towards the window “Wade?” He asked angrily as the mercenary sat up on his bed “What are you doing here? how did you even get in?” He asked frantically. What if his parents walk in? He’d be grounded for life. They may know Wade as one of Peter’s friends, but he was in his Deadpool suit at the moment and it was already past midnight.
“I was making sure my soon to be boyfriend was ok.” Wade told him in a sing-song voice as he sat on Peter's bed.
“Wade we are never going to date. Now get out of my house.” Peter told him pointing towards his window
“Oh, c’mon baby boy you know you can’t resist this.” He said motioning towards his body in a horrible attempt to be sexy. Peter cringed at the awful nick-name.
“Trust me I’m good.” He said walking towards his bed only to stop and hunch over in pain clutching his side, breathing becoming shallow. How did he not notice this pain before? short answer; adrenaline. Wade was quickly on his feet helping him into bed. He removed his shirt and looked at the wound assessing the damage. “Looks like you were shot Spidey.”
Peter’s eyes widen “What?” he asked breathlessly, remembering what had happened an hour earlier.
Flash back
Peter made his way to the warehouse in front of him. He had been picking up recent signs of the drug cartel from here and decided to scope it out. He stealthily shot a web and leaped to the top of the building. He crept through the rafters before stopping in the center. 30 feet below he could see a group of about 20 men, ten on each side, standing around some crates.
“Do you have what we asked for?” a man with a thick Russian accent asked
“Of course, Sergio! Don’t I always deliver?” A man that seemed to be in his early 30′s responded. His arms swinging out wards in a flamboyant manner, a larger smile plastered on his face. The smile of a crook. ‘Sergio’ motioned for his men to grab the crates before the other man stopped him. “Uh-uh-uh Not so fast. Where’s the money.” His once happy and bubbly demeanor turned dark and demanding.
Sergio turned his head and whistled towards the few men standing behind him with duffle bags. They stepped forward and slid the bags toward the other man. The man opened it and smiled “I believe we have a deal, boys.” He said, beginning to walk away. Stopping when he suddenly heard “Never Gonna Give You Up” by Rick Astley playing from above.
“Shit shit shit shit shit.” Peter whispered looking at his phone and seeing Wade’s contact pop-up. He quickly tapped the screen, knowing full well that Wade would not stop calling until he answered. “Are you fucking kidding me Wade.” He growled “I’m kind of in the middle of something. What do you want?”
“I was just calling to tell you your ass looks great in those spandex” He giggled “Also that those men down there are aiming their weapons at you and they do NOT look happy. Good luck baby boy” He told him before hanging up.
Peter looked down to see that those men were indeed aiming at him, he quickly jumped down avoiding the bullets fired at him. He landed on one of Sergio’s goons kicking him in the face and taking him down. “Hello there boys.” He said cockily “Didn’t your mama ever teach you selling drugs is wrong.”
And with that all hell broke loose
Kicks, fists, and bullets were flying. He took down two men, round house kicking one and using them as a shield as the other released a clip into his coworker only hitting his shoulder and right thigh. ‘Terrible shot’ Peter thought to himself.
He kicked the man in his grasp into his buddy before punching him in the face effectively knocking him out. He then turned to the other 18 men “Alright, let’s get this over with.” The rest of the men all began to charge at him, as he shot his webs at them.
3 men advanced this time, Peter shooting his webs at one man’s feet, tripping him and making him slam his face into the concrete. He then webbed the other two together as they shot at him. He shot a web at the man he tripped and swung him around to slam into the others
15 minutes later he was breathing heavily, and his body was littered in cuts and bruises, those of which he could easily cover up seeing as he always wore long sleeves. He had taken out 12 of the remaining men, leaving Sergio and one of his cronies and the unnamed man.
He sighed in relief when he heard police sirens off in the distance. But his relief was short lived when the doors burst open and dozens of men filled the Warehouse. “Are kidding me I’m already late for dinner!′ He exclaimed before jumping into action, He was shot, kicked and stabbed at as he kept his guard up. Each time he would take one down two more attacked him.
He was slowly losing stamina and thought he was done for when suddenly the 6 men advancing on him collapsed. He looked up and saw that Deadpool had shot them. “Get going baby boy the cops will be here soon and I don’t want you to get in trouble.” Deadpool said, shooting another man in the face.
Peter hesitated. He didn’t want to seem like he needed to be rescued, but he couldn’t risk his parents finding out he was Spiderman either. He also wasn't very keen on DP's "methods" . But knowing it was only option he nodded his head toward Deadpool “Fine." he sighed, "But please try not to kill them, you know how I feel about that.”
Deadpool saluted Peter “Aye Aye captain!” He said in a terrible British accent making Peter roll his eyes. He then ran out of the warehouse with 6 men following him
“Shit.”
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His memories after that grew fuzzy as the headache he just now noticed grew bigger. He nodded towards Deadpool giving him the go ahead. This isn’t the first time he’s been shot, and it’s usually been Deadpool who patched him up. Deadpool got to work efficiently removing the bullet and patching up the wound with the first-aid kit. That Peter was now very glad he kept in his room.
“Thanks.” Peter said sitting up slowly with a wince
“No problem Petey-Pie.” Wade replied earning a glare from Peter
Peter got up and changed into his PJ’s turning to Wade as he did so “Are you staying the night?”
“Weren’t you the one throwing me out of your house a few minutes ago?” Wade asked “Just shut up and put some Pajamas on.” Peter wouldn’t admit it but in the past 2 years they’ve known each other he’s gotten very attached to Wade. He would even go as far as to say he was one of his best friends. He’s saved his life countless times and Peter’s saved his ass just as much.
Peter shut off the light when he saw that Wade had taken off his suit and was only in a pair of low hanging Joggers. Peter gulped. He climbed into bed and faced away from Wade.
“Hey Petey?” Wade whispered turning to face the teen
“Go to sleep Wade.”
Wade bit his tongue deciding now was not the time. He turned back over and sighed “Goodnight Peter.” That’s the first time since they’ve met that he called Peter by his real name.
They both laid awake that night wondering ‘what if.’
