A/N: Hey, everyone. I came up with the sequel idea with only a few chapters left in the previous story, (It's) Supernatural. I would highly advise reading that story first, otherwise you're not going to fully understand everything going on here.


"That. Was. Amazing." Joel lay in between Peter and Wade. "That was the first time I've actually enjoyed sex. It wasn't just mindless grunting. Despite how much shit I give you," he poked Wade, "your ongoing stream of nonsense made this fun. I didn't know that there were so many ways to make a chimichanga." He turned to Peter. "As for you, you're the sensible one. Keeping Wade in check and all, but I'm kind of chaotic too, so you'll have fun." He kissed Peter's lips gently and splayed out on the bed. "I'm finally fucking happy."

Wade reached over and tugged Joel to his side, spooning him. "We love you, kid," he whispered. "Like I said before, if anyone tries to mess with you again, we'll fuck them up, right, Petey?"

Peter smiled and turned to face Joel, kissing his nose. "Always be here for you."

"I love you guys," Joel whispered, his eyes fluttering shut. "Thank you for making my life worthwhile."

Peter and Wade looked at each other and smiled before settling in with Joel and falling asleep.


"You promised me three months ago that if I ever became an official Avenger, I could use the suit. I'm an official Avenger now, so let me use the damn suit!" Joel stood, arms crossed, in front of Tony, who was finishing another update. "C'mon!"

"Joel, I'm going to be blunt. You're not big enough for the suit," Tony said, not looking up from his magnifying glass. "The suit is structured to my height, not someone who's five-foot-four." Joel's bottom lip stuck out in a pout. "Please, not the waterworks."

"Steve!" Joel disappeared from where he was standing. Tony sighed, rolling his eyes, and continued his work.

Joel reappeared right beside Steve, who was reading a newspaper in the main room. The blond looked up and jumped a little. "Joel, you know I'm never going to get used to that." He saw the look on the brunet's face and pulled him in for a hug. "What's wrong?"

"Remember when Tony promised I could use his Iron Man suit for a mission after I get inducted?" Steve nodded. "Now he's rescinding on it because I'm too small." His eyes brightened suddenly. "What if I did that super-soldier thing you did in the forties?"

"Joel, that's not a—" Steve started to say but Joel cut him off.

"You know I'm kidding, right? I don't think getting more powers would do me any good." He looked at the floor. "I just want to be taller. I'm tired of being smaller than anyone else my age. It would sure lessen up on the harassment."

Steve looked down at Joel, expression serious. "Joel, I need to ask you something important." Joel quirked an eyebrow. "You said you dropped out of high school at fourteen, right?" He nodded. "Do you want to stay in school? We can set you up in your senior year, be right alongside Peter and that kid you saved, Travis."

Joel bit his lip, thinking it over. If he ever had to get a real job, he would need a real high school education, not the one that he frequently lied about. "I need to think about it. Thanks, Steve." He smiled and went up to his room. Peter and Wade had gone off somewhere, probably on patrol, and Joel lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, eventually falling asleep.


Tony groaned, leaning back in his chair. Steve had brought up the idea of Joel returning to Midtown High. "It's just going to mean more phone calls from the principal about him beating people up. The kid has anger issues. I mean, I understand why, but can't we just send him somewhere that doesn't call us every time something goes wrong?"

"If I may make a suggestion?" Peter spoke up; he'd been standing at the entryway. "A couple weeks ago, I mentioned to Joel the possibility of him going to the Jean Grey School for Higher Learning. You know, the X-Mansion, It'll help him learn to hone his abilities better."

Steve nodded. "He's right. It would be a good idea to send him there."

"I wouldn't wish making Joel someone else's problem on anyone, not even the Professor," Tony muttered. "But if he doesn't learn how to control his powers, he'll be a menace."

"Hey, what's going on down here?" Wade appeared from behind Peter. He looked around. "Who are we talking shit about?" Peter nudged him. "What?"

"We were discussing what to do with Joel," Steve said pointedly. "And Peter was suggesting the X-Mansion to control his anger. Sometimes, if you just mention the simplest thing—and actually before you even finish that sentence—he'll blast you."

"Where is he right now anyway? If he were anywhere in the tower, he'd be coming down here to yell at us for talking about him behind his back." Tony looked around.

Peter looked up from his phone. "Uh, remember Joel's foster family?"

"You mean the one with the psycho HYDRA agent and the twins?" Peter nodded. "Did they—" Peter nodded again. "Shit."


Joel was atop the convenience store of which he'd saved before. He'd gotten a random tip that the store was about to be robbed again and set out to stop it.

"Hey, Joely." The brunet's eyes widened as he felt a chill run down his spine. "What's wrong? You don't seem so glad to see us." Joel turned to see Jake and Chris, wearing identical evil grins.

"Come on! I just dealt with that asshole last week! Why the fuck did they let you two go?"

"They can only hold us in jail for so long," Chris sneered, taking a step towards Joel. "We've waited seven years for this and it's going so perfectly. The terror on your face, it's a Kodiak moment."

Joel stepped back. "Get the fuck away from me," he warned. "I'm not the same little pushover I was at fourteen."

"We know what you are." Jake pulled out a taser. "And you won't feel a thing, promise."

"Oh yeah, like getting balls deep inside me didn't feel like anything," Joel sassed. He looked around and saw that his only escape—aside from teleporting—was the roof. "Fuck it." He dropped off the edge and landed swiftly on his feet. Before the twins reached the edge, he disappeared.

"Goddamn it!"


Joel reappeared at Avengers Tower and rushed inside, not stopping until he reached his room. He pulled the covers over his head as the tears ran down his cheeks.

A knock came at the door. "Joel, are you okay?" When they received no answer, Wade and Peter entered. "Joel?"

"G-go away!" He sniffled, trying to keep his voice even. The blanket slipped off of him and he looked up at Wade and Peter, red-eyed and tear-stained. "Don't look at me," he whimpered, turning away.

"Joel—" Peter sat beside him and wrapped him in an embrace. "Was it—" A sob escaped Joel's throat and he knew instantly. "I'm so sorry."

"Who do I need to maim?" Wade asked, opening Joel's closet and pulling out a couple knives. "I can slice them up real good as a warning." Peter looked at him and waved him over. "Or we can just do this tonight."

Joel felt himself relax in the hold of his boyfriends. "I don't understand why you guys even put up with me," he whispered. "I mean, I'm not very much. Sure, I have superpowers, but what else am I?" Peter and Wade looked at one another, not realizing that despite the tough front Joel put up, he suffered from a serious case of self-hatred, most likely instilled into him by his rough childhood.

"Hey, you mean a lot to us," Peter said softly, lifting his chin up with a finger. "You're smart, you're funny, you're sassy, you're hot—"

"And you're really good in bed," Wade offered. Peter gave him a look and shook his head. "What? He is."

The door opened slightly. "Joel?" Steve and Tony slipped inside. "Can we talk to you?"

"Y-yeah," he murmured, sitting up and running his wrist across his eyes. "What's going on?"

"We talked it over and we think that it may be best that you learn to control your abilities through attendance at the Jean Grey School for Higher Learning," Steve said calmly, sitting at the edge of the bed. "It's not a punishment. It's just a way to also help you learn to control your impulses—"

"And anger issues," Tony inserted. "We don't need another hefty bill for you shooting at a psychologist."

"That was once!"

"Regardless, it's just a good idea. Please don't fight us on this, Joel. We want what's best for you." Steve reached over and laid a hand on Joel's.

The brunet exhaled. "Fine, I'll go. I should probably get away from here for a while to avoid—"

"Okay." Steve nodded. "We're taking the car to not make a whole scene of it. Get your stuff packed and we'll see you in the garage in half an hour." He and Tony left the room, closing the door behind them.

Joel turned to Peter. "This better not have been your suggestion."