A/N: FYI: this is superhusbands fic where Wade and Peter are younger, 19-20 ish, and Wade is Actually that old. repeat: Wade is only 20 years old. don't like it, oh well.

Wade had fallen asleep in the chair, his head on the mattress next to Peter's thigh, when Tony and Steve arrived.

"What the Hell is he doing here?" Tony swooped in, meaning to grab deadpool and toss him out, but his husband grabbed his arms.

"Shh, Tony. look, Wade loves him as much as we do. Go find Peter's doctor and I'll wake him up and send him home, okay?" always the voice of reason, Steve calmed his husband and sent him out of the room.

"Hi. Wade." He said it just loud enough to rouse the mercenary slightly.

{Tacos?}
[no. stupid, captain america]

{Fuck.}

He sat up, rolling his neck, cracking the stiff bones. "Hi, Captain!" Wade ran one hand over his head, gripping his neck. "Guess this is the point where you tell me to get out of here, now, before you beat the crap out of me?"

Steve smiled slightly. "No, Deadpool. I'm not going to hurt you. What's your real name, son?"

[Don't tell him.]

"Wade."

[Idiot.]

{Idiot.}

"Okay then, Wade, I guess you know who I am. Lets chat outside, okay?"

Steve waved him towards the door, still smiling slightly.

"But peter - " Wade clutched at the sheets on Peters' bed, but stood up anyway. You did what Captain America asked, no contention.

{Clingy bitch.}

"He will be just fine here, Wade. Tony will be back with a doctor in a minute."

Wade smoothed the covers out and let go, moving reluctantly away.

They sat in the empty waiting room, no one there to be startled by their tactical suits.

"So, Wade, how do you know my son?"

{wait, Whattt?}

[how did we not know this?]

the Merc with a mouth was almost speechless, but he managed to stutter out a surprised "W-w-what? No, no way, uh uh."

He jumped up from the icky plastic hospital chair and stared at the capitain.

"You just all live in the Avengers mansion. Right?"

"No, Wade. Peter is our adopted son, Tony and I. We try to keep it under wraps."

Wade sat back down heavily. 'aaha okay. Peters dads are Capitan America And Iron man."

[can we move on from this now?]

{no! this is a big deal!}

[Now that we think about it, It was pretty obvious.]

"no, white, it wasn't." Wade waved his hand in front of himself, pointing at something Steve couldn't see.

"are you okay, Wade?" the Captain stared at the younger man.

[looking crazy, us.]

"hmm, sorry, cap'n, just fine. What were you asking?" he snapped out of it, and turned back to Steve.

the captain furrowed his brow, but didn't say anything. the file had mentioned that he was...unstable. "How did you meet Peter, Wade?"

"Well, I saw him swinging one night, and I, uh, jumped on him. 'cause it looked fun. and we fell and he broke half my ribs and then my nose punching me."

"You jumped on my son while he was swinging from a spider web?" Steve cocked an eyebrow at Wade, who shrunk away slightly from the intimidating blonde man.

{Shit.}

[You said it first.]

"Yeah...about that, can you give me a minute to come up with something better than that?"