Chapter 1

It had been a sucky week, correction, sucky year. Petra's parents had gotten a divorce, the Vulture had handed her ass to her, and her boyfriend broke up with her. She thought her and Harry would last forever, but apparently he was too embarrassed to be seen with a Stark in public. Petra came home from a miserable day at school and found Steve, her pop's, packing up the last of his things.

"Pops." She said quietly from the doorway.

"Hey P, come here." She walked over and hugged him tightly. The two sighed sadly.

"I want you to know this isn't your dad's fault and I don't want you to hold an animosity towards him." Steve told her and she nodded. "My apartment will be ready in a few days and you can come stay over whenever you want to, maybe you could bring Harry over this weekend for dinner." Steve suggested. She hadn't told her parents about the break up, it seemed minor compared to what they were going through.

"Harry and I… we're not Harry and I anymore." She told him.

"I'm sorry P. What happened?" Steve questioned, prepared to dry any tears that may fall from his baby girl's eyes.

"That stupid Osborn/Stark rivalry, he said dating me was hurting the family business and he dumped me." She told him, holding back soft sobs.

"Oh babydoll, I'm so sorry." He cooed and rubbed her back gently. Petra was glad Steve had some sympathy for her, Tony hated the Osborns and would be glad they had broken up. At that moment Tony walked in, the air grew awkward.

"Steve… you're still here." Tony said in shock.

"Yeah, I was just leaving. I'll see you later P." Steve kissed Petra's forehead and grabbed a the last of his boxes before walking towards the elevator.

"Child support is due on the first." Tony reminded him.

"I know, I'll see you later Tone…. I mean Tony." Steve caught himself using Tony's pet name and blushed. Tony said nothing and turned away from him coldly. Steve sighed and the elevator door closed. Petra forced herself not to cry as her pops disappeared from sight.

"Hey Sweet Pea, I figured I could order take out and we could watch Empire Strikes Back. Sound good?" Tony kept doing this, he kept trying to make things better by doing thing and buy expensive things for her, and it was just making her angry. Petra wasn't materialistic, all she wanted was her family, not a car or a new phone.

"I'm going out on patrol tonight." She told him as a matter of fact.

"You can eat dinner with me first." Tony said, but it sounded more like an order. The two sat in an awkward silence throughout dinner, Petra picked at her plate.

"You need to eat if you're going out on patrol." Tony told her and she took a couple small bites.

"Sweetheart I know things are tough right now, but I promise it will get better." Tony assured her as he ate. Petra said nothing and hurriedly ate to escape the all consuming awkwardness. She ran to her room and pulled on her suit, before swinging out of the window. There wasn't a lot of criminal activity that night, so Petra just sat on a building, looking out over the city.

"Hey Spidey." She heard and turned to see Deadpool.

"What do you want Wade? I'm not in the mood." She growled.

"Oh come on sweetheart, you haven't been out on patrol much lately, I've missed you." He said and plopped down beside of her. "You can't let your Daddies' little dispute get to you Pete." He told her.

"It's not just that… Harry broke up with me… after I gave him everything… all of me… I feel like such a slut.. I should have known he was just going to take what he wanted and run off." Petra cried.

"Don't say that Pete, you loved him, it's normal for two people in love to express their feelings like that." Wade said. Petra could never understand how one moment Wade could be foul mouthed and crude, then become soft spoken in a moment.

"He didn't love me." She sighed.

"Well he is an idiot. Tell me you at least made him take precautions."

"Of course, I'm not stupid." She huffed.

"I know you're not, but everyone forgets sometimes." They sat in silence for a few moments, just enjoying each other's company.

"So do you want me to kick his rich entitled ass?" Wade questioned.

"No." She sniffled. "I'll get over it, but thanks for the offer."

"Hey, what are friends for?" Wade said with a shrug. "How about we dump the costumes and get some ice cream? My treat." Wade offered.

"That actually sounds pretty great." They shucked their suits and went to an ice cream parlor in street clothes. Wade kept his hood up and ordered their favorite flavors, while avoiding the cashier's judgemental gaze. Petra nibbled on cookie dough ice cream, wishing Wade could feel more comfortable in public. Why did people have to stare?

"Hey, want to go take these to the pier?" She asked and Wade nodded. The pier was deserted and the two could goof around a bit more. Wade offered her a taste of his peanut butter ice cream and when she went to take a bite he dabbed it on her nose. She giggled and wiped it off.

"It's good to see you smile." Wade said as the two seemed to gravitate closer. Petra stood on her tiptoes and kissed him, Wade kissed back momentarily before pulling away.

"Pete… you can't… we can't... " Wade sighed.

"I know… I'm sorry… I shouldn't have."

"It's ok, I'll see you later." He kissed her forehead and left. Petra walked home, feeling worse than before. She knew she couldn't be with Wade, because she was underage, but only by about a year. Still she couldn't imagine how awkward she had just made things, but he had kissed her back, maybe he liked her too. When Petra got home Tony was sitting on the couch with a drink in his hand. Petra took it from him and poured it down the drain.

"No, you're not starting that shit." She growled.

"Petra!"

"I'm not arguing with you. You're upset you talk to someone about it, don't crawl back into the bottle like a coward." She spat.

"Go to bed Petra."

"Dad!"

"I said go to bed!" Tony shouted, Petra jumped a little and guilt immediately settled in Tony's stomach.

"Sweetheart I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled." Tony frantically apologized as he stepped towards her. She ran and barricaded herself in her room, Tony could hear the crying behind the door.

"Sweetie I'm sorry, please open the door so we can talk." Tony pleaded no.

"No! I want to go stay with Pops!" Petra shouted through the door. Tony rested his head against her bedroom door.

"Ok, I'll have happy take us to his place, pack some clothes and I'll bring the rest over later." He sighed.