A/N: !Contains Spoilers! Also angst and spidypool! Short chapters for this one just fyi

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"You're not seeing Peter!" Tony screams. There's a crash and Peter, alone in the darkness of his room, bundles himself in his blankets. Why had things turned so sour? One day they're happy, somewhat, then the next Steve is seeing someone else and taking his side in a war. Peter shuts his eyes tight, as the fighting grows louder.

"He's my son too!" Steve's voice had never sounded so loud, so bold and angry.

"I won't have him hanging around the man who killed his GRANDPARENTS!"

"HE WASN'T HIMSELF!"

Peter covers his mouth, trying not to let the sounds of his sobs penetrate his bundle. It's not like his parents could hear him, but he still didn't want their attention to swing towards him, not while they're like this.

Another crash and a yelp, "You won't keep me from him!"

Peter sits up with his heart in his throat as the sound of sobbing comes from the front room.

"Oh God…" Steve seemed horrified by himself, "Oh God, Tony…I'm sorry I-"

"GET OUT! GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

"Tony…I'm not leaving like this!"

Peter held his phone in his hand, a number displayed on his screen, a message, hastily typed when the fighting escalated, had already been read by it's recipient.

It doesn't take long, more screaming and nausea, before his savior came, crashing in through the window.

Peter didn't mind the noise that most likely drew the attention of his arguing parents, he just throws himself into Wade's arms. Wade wastes no time dragging him out through the window, right as his parents come bursting in. He could hear them scream his name, hear their fear highlighted in that one word, but he doesn't turn, he just goes with Wade, falling from the window. He doesn't think about the fact that his parents know nothing of his relationship with Wade, thinks nothing about what they must think, seeing him pulled from a trashed window by a mercenary. He can't focus on them, can't swallow the bitterness that is his home life. One father is wanted, the other angry and drinking, now they're trying to drag him down into their fight, he doesn't want that, he just wants them together again, happy and loving, even if that means coming home to them having sex on the couch again.

Wade holds him tightly, saying nothing as he slides down on his rope. He hits the street with a thud and takes off. Peter buries his face in Wade's neck, it smells like blood and gunpowder which means he'd been working before he came to grab Peter. Wade slips into a building and drops down into a secret tunnel, slowing to a walk once he's inside. "You can put me down," Peter says in a slightly hoarse voice. Wade does, setting him on his feet.

"Can they follow us down here?" Peter asks, looking around.

"By the time they got their heads screwed back on we were probably far gone."

"You always underestimate my dads."

Wade shrugs and reaches up, wiping away a stray tear on Peter's cheek, "They always overestimate you."

Peter sniffs a little, feeling embarrassed that he was showing such a weak side to Wade, "Well…let's just keep moving."

"Sure thing cutie, anything you want."

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More angsty pieces brought on by civil war…stupid civil war and tearing this family apart! This, unlike the last one, You're cold and I'm alone, is not a one shot. This is the first chapter of probably three(?)