Day later…
Peter was feeling a little better the wound was healing, but he still felt like shit when he thought of parents it seems nothing is going to stop them from hating each other. He looked down at his phone projecting image a happier time if the three of them curled up on the sofa taking really bad selfie, Tony with his mouth filled with popcorn looking like a hamster and Steve blowing Maltesers into the air while he was curled up in the middle of them.
He sniffed and wiped his eyes as he heard a knock it made him look up to see the head of the greying paper haired man he knows as Uncle Bruce. The man smiled softly at him as he slips into the room "Uncle Bruce." Peter sniffed; the man closes the door behind him and moved to the bed.
"Hey, Peter." He whispered gently, he sits on the bed being careful of the boy injuries and he watches as Peter switches off his phone and puts it away, hiding it under his pillow. But Bruce saw the photo before he hid it and he sighed as he held the teen's hand. "They still love you Peter that won't change." He told him and the young man wanted to believe him wanted to know for sure that he is still loved.
"I…I know." He mumbled as he let the older man pull him into a hug.
Peter held onto him and cried he let out broken sobs that sound like a wounded animal, it was the first time in a long time he could do this. That he had someone who could wrap their arms around him and comfort him, Bruce asked him what happen and Peter told him everything about the fight between his dads and how he just wanted to help to try and stop them from killing each other and then he told him about the baby. All the while the Bruce felt like going out there and letting himself beat the shit out of Tony and Steve for being such foolish shit but that will do Peter no good. "So who is the father?" He asked him, Peter was quiet for a moment and wiped his eyes.
"He is an older boy I met him in school, we were friends and now we're not." He told him, Bruce looked at him trying to get more information about this other lad "He did something I didn't like." He told him as he placed his hand on his stomach. This had the older man twitchy at the thought of he could have done to his nephew.
"Is it along the lines of he had sex with you when you weren't ready?" He asked carefully, Peter frowned and looked down at the bed spread; he squeezed his eyes shut and nodded. "Peter w-why didn't you tell any of us?" He asked, there was panic in his voice and fear in his eyes as he watched Peter look up at him with eyes filled with tears.
"It's not like I'm ever going to see him again, I told him that if I did I would send my dad after him. He didn't like it when he learnt that my dad could ruin his life just with a keyboard."
"That's not the point Peter, he…he hurt you."
"It's okay I hurt him back." He said as he looked up at him,
"What did you do?" He asked, almost afraid to know.
"It's what Deadpool did to him." Bruce groaned and put his head into his hand.
"H-How did you even know him? The man is insane Peter?" The 15-year-old shrugged and pulled out his phone holding it up to him show a photo him and Deadpool taking a selfie.
"He didn't kill him."
A couple of hours later…
Tony lost his patience, he heard from the doctor that Bruce had turned up and went straight to Peter's room, "I HAVE A RIGHT TO SEE MY SON!" He yelled at the doctor and pushed passed her leaving Steve to follow up behind him. He stormed into Peter's room regardless of what the teen wanted the door swung open and smacked into the wall embedding the door handle into it. Steve tried to get him in there calmly but Tony was riled up and looking for a fight.
They entered the room and saw the pale form of their son sat on the bed curled up in the green man's arms; Peter wiped his eyes as Bruce pulled away from him and stood up. He stood in front of the teen as his protector to stop Tony from getting close to him but it just made thing worst. "This isn't going to help Peter if you keep yelling!" Bruce snarled back,
"If I found out that you're the one who knocked my son up I will…"
"You really think I would sleep with your 15-year-old son? Come on Tony you're not thinking clearly!" He started to yell now and it was only a matter of time before someone ends up being knocked out.
"Then why did he ask for you and not me!" The dark haired man snapped at him, the blonde rolled his eyes and waved his arms at him.
"Or me!" Steve snapped as he glared at Tony for leaving him out, he is after all the man who gave birth to Peter.
"Oh, I don't know maybe because I listen to him! I'm not ignoring him and please honestly tell me when was the last time you two have sat down with him in the last 6 months and ate a meal with him? Asked him about his day or if he was struggling in school because you two are fighting?" The doctor growled at them but directed his anger towards Tony. His hands clenched at hi sides and Peter was worried about the green man coming out.
"U…Uncle Bruce…" He called to him softly; the man turned around and looked at him "Let me speak to him alone. I think you need some fresh air." Peter told him, Bruce nodded and kissed the top of his head.
"Alright, call me if you need me." As he picked up his jacket and walked to the door.
"He won't he has me." Tony snapped
"Of for god sake Tony I'm here too!" Steve growled.
Bruce gave both of them a glare as he pulled the door from the wall and then closed it shut, Peter looked up at his fathers and then looked back down at the bed spread it was easier to look looked at as he waiting for someone to say something. But no one said anything for a little while the two men looked down at their son he was so small and pale, his eyes were red and swollen from crying. "Why didn't you tell us you were pregnant?" The blonde asked
"I-I wanted to but… I haven't seen much of either of you in a while and when I did see you both. All you did was snap at each other." He told him, Steve sighed and ran his hand down his face as he walked to the window.
"How could you be so…. A baby Peter! What happens to useing protection? Did we not have the talk?" Tony snapped, he wasn't going for cool, calm or collected but hysterical, angry and scared and Steven groaned at Tony's outburst. Bruce was right they haven't been paying attention to their son if anything they have been pushing him away. The dark haired man turned to Steve "We did have the walk with him right?"
"Oh, suddenly I'm here?" Steve growled at him as he turned to look at him "Yes we did."
"Yes-yes I get it I'm a disappointment thanks for point that out… but is it any wonder why I went to find comfort with a friend. Well, he isn't a friend anymore." He muttered more to himself than them.
Both men looked at each other and then moved around the bed one on each side of the teen. "Peter looks at me," Tony whispered, the young teen turned his head and looked up at his dad as fat blobs of tears rolled down his cheek. "We are not disappointed in you." He told him gently.
"We never thought that or felt it, we love you Peter and we are sorry you have got caught up in the middle of this," Steve whispered as he sat on the bed. His little spider really did look like hell as he looked back at him. "This thing between me and your father has nothing to do with you, I don't know if we can work this out but we will try," Steve whispered as he ran his fingers through the soft mop of brown hair. Tony frowned at Peter's words and turned to look at him.
"Wait why is this friend not a friend anymore?" Tony asked Peter looked back at him with wide eyes as he realised he will have to tell them how it happens.
"Oh…ummm the thing he was little older than me, and I mean he was only17. he is he got me drunk and hmmm decided to…" He stopped when Steven stiffens and when Tony flew into a rage.
"WHAT IS THIS LITTLE SHITS NAME, I WILL WIPE THE FLOOR WITH HIM! No-no I am going to wipe him out of existence!" He snarled, Peter groaned as he put his head into his hands.
"Dad stop I've taken care of it, I'm not the only person he did that too. I-I had a friend lock him up." He said to him,
"That's not enough Peter I want to destroy him!" He snarled, the teen looked up at Steve how as the same look on his face as Tony.
"Daddy?" He asked as Tony started to snarl and snap as he talked about how he was going to gut the little shit.
"Let him get out of his system." Steve sighed, he turned to Peter and looked at him "So who is this friend who helped you?" He asked Peter blushed "Is he this boyfriend you talked about?"
"Ummm you're not going to like this." He whispered "But it's Deadpool he's a friend… not a boyfriend even tho he wishes b-but he thinks Spiderman is 20 something years old." He told him as he looked down at the bed.
"Your right I don't like it."
