The compound after the incident was in a peaceful silence for the most part: Peter was sleeping the rest of the morning away, Tony was looking through FRIDAY's mainframe trying to figure out exactly what systems and protocols were down, Bruce was making himself food, Barnes had gone to the training room, which left Steve to monitor Deadpool for the time being. He didn't mind it per say, but he did wish the man could keep his mouth shut for more than three minutes at a time. He had this sort of air around him that just felt- strange and Steve couldn't decide if it was in a good or bad way.

"Hey Cap, how did you first feel when you got recognized as the Cap?"

The question had come right after a story about how he'd killed dozens of aliens for stealing people's coin wishes from a fountain, whether it was true or not Steve didn't know. He set down the papers he was looking through. "It was strange; a tiny, asthmatic kid from Brooklyn suddenly becoming world famous was definitely something different."

"No like, how did the kids react?"

"Like they met a celebrity. Most of them laughing and running away while a few brave ones actually came up to talk. Why?"

Wade sat there in silence for a second. "I know you don't believe me when I say I'm a good guy, you know loose definition of good, I swear to you that I'm telling the truth about those files. I'd really appreciate if you guys would let me just take a look."

Steve sighed. "Look, I believe your heart is in the right place but after the stunt you pulled at the enemy compound and what you did this morning, we can't afford to take any chances with anything."

"Come oooon, I did not know he was underage! I'm a good guy! I would never do anything like that! All the readers know and the writer should feel deeply ashamed for making it happen." Steve raised an eye at the statement. "Whatever then. I made a mistake and I'm truly sorry. Can you at least tell me when I'm getting out of here? It's been like three weeks already."

"You've only been in there for around six hours." He began looking over the papers again. "We're waiting for other team members to get back with more intel on this whole thing. We'll decide what to do after that."

Wade shrugged. "That's something I guess."

"Captain." FRIDAY's voice came over the speakers. "Boss requires your presence in the main quarters."

"What about him?" He gestured towards Wade.

"My servers all appear to be in working order. There should be no issue in leaving him on his own for now."

"Tell Tony I'll be right there."

"Hey Cap." Steve turned one last time towards Wade before exiting the room. "Just in case my name isn't on the files, keep a lookout for Trial 2463."

AVENGERS

A groan escaped Peter's mouth as he woke.

"Good afternoon Mr. Parker. I hope you had a decent sleep and are well rested. You entered stage three REM sleep at approximately 9:26am. How are you feeling?" FRIDAY greeted.

"Like I got hit by a truck." Peter answered as he stretched. "What time is it?"

"It's currently 1:48pm. You have been asleep for a little longer than seven hours since you had gone back to sleep this morning."

He looked around and remembered he had taken refuge in Barnes' room. "Where is everyone?"

"They are all conversing in the kitchen. Would you like me to contact them to give you assistance?"

"No, no I'm fine. What happened to the guy from earlier?" He got out of bed and carefully stood, testing the weight limit of his leg.

"He is currently in one of the containment cells in the lower levels. He talks in a strange manner and tells- interesting stories."

After discerning his leg wouldn't give him too much trouble he strode from his temporary room to his own to get changed, minding the still broken banister as he did. "What kind of stories?"

"They almost seem like works of fiction but, he speaks of being killed on numerous occasions but also killing on numerous occasions. I have figured out he has a deep hatred for someone called Francis."

"How about how he speaks? What's so strange about it?" His room had been cleaned up a bit; the things that were knocked to the ground in the scuffle had been placed in their rightful places again, though there was still the matter of the hole in his wall.

FRIDAY was silent for a moment. "I'm not sure how to describe it. He knows things that shouldn't be known but he also gets a lot of his facts mixed up. He has also been requesting crayons and paper."

Peter raised his brow. "Does he want to color or something?"

"That would be a logical guess."

He rolled his eyes and began to change from his pajamas. His wound had been healing nicely despite the fact it has been slightly worsened hours ago. He asked Bruce not to bother with the stitches that had torn because they would have most likely healed overnight anyways, which they did. One more day maybe and the rest could probably be taken out.

"Has anyone found out anything with the files or whatever?"

"Research is still inconclusive. Mr. Barton and Ms. Romanoff are due back within two days. More information should come with their return."

"Right. Thanks." He slipped on a pair of shorts and a grey shirt that said I Make Hilarious Science Puns Periodically and more or less began to hobble from the room.

"One more thing before you leave Mr. Parker." He stopped for a moment. "Boss has told me to inform you that there is a guest in the compound."

Peter raised a brow at that and left his room. A guest in the compound? Who? He didn't even know they got guests. His mind first went to Fury but the thought was quickly discarded because as far as he knew, Fury had no reason to contact them. Plus he hadn't been woken up by airship turbines while he was sleeping. Pepper was his second thought but there had been no form of communication to indicate she was coming, to him at least. She would always send at least a text to him saying she was dropping by. He started hearing voices as he ventured towards the open area of the compound.

Maybe it was someone from the government who was coming to deal with the guy they had locked up downstairs. How would they have even found out about it so fast? He still didn't fully understand what had happened. Maybe they had come to yell at them even more than they already did, or maybe they came to yell at him specifically because it was his fault for getting caught by that guy and in turn blowing the place up and they had come to tell him that he was out of the Avengers and he had to go back to living a normal life in Queens and-

"Hey Pete. Get enough sleep?" Bruce's words brought him from his thoughts. He hadn't realized he had already gone downstairs and into the living area. "How's the leg?"

"Uh, fine Dr. Banner." He sputtered out. "Great in fact. I can just about put all my weight on it. Still feel pretty sore all over though. N-not I'm like a bad way if that's even possible. I mean it kinda feels like after a day of training with- Cap and…"

Peter trailed off as he noted the faces in the room: Steve had been standing by one of the doors leading to an outside veranda, Bruce and Barnes were sitting on one of the couches, Tony sitting across from them in one of the chairs looking over a file. There was a fifth person in the room that he had never met but instantly knew who it was. His eyes went wide and he started sputtering.

"You- y-you're-!"

"Told you he wouldn't be able to handle it." Tony said nonchalantly.

"Give the kid a break." Steve said, not bothering to hide a small smile. "I'm sure this is his first time meeting a god."

Peter stood in awe as the man introduced himself.

"Greetings young Midgardian. I am Thor, Son of Odin. It is an honor to meet you."

"O-oh yeah. It's real n-nice to meet you too." The boy managed to stutter out. "I'm Peter. This- this is just like… so, oh man Ned is gonna be so jealous."

"Sorry Tony, I think the kid has a new favorite." Bruce joked, earning laughs from the others. Tony rolled his eyes at the remark.

"I have heard many things about you Young Peter, for they say you are the Man of Spiders and have a significant amount of strength and righteousness." Thor smiled and placed his hand on the boy's shoulders. "I am glad that we will be together for a period of time."

"Yeah that's awesome!" Peter's smile became one entwined with confusion. "Wait, you're gonna stay?"

"Sparky here is going to be an extra set of eyes when we need him." Tony said as he put the file down.

Thor nodded. "Though I do not know that of which you are looking for, I shall do what I can."

"Boss." FRIDAY rang out. "The prisoner is requesting an audience."

"I guess now is as good of a time as ever to show Sparky what we caught this morning." The six of them headed to the elevator. Barnes placed a hand on Peter's shoulder.

"You sure you're good? No one would blame you if you wanted to sleep longer."

Peter cracked a smile. "I'm fine Mr. Barnes, and thanks for letting me stay in your room. Hope I didn't inconvenience you with it. I mean my room didn't seem to bad when I was in there earlier so I wouldn't have minded if I was just put back there but I guess you guys needed to check on how he got in and everything, in which case I probably wouldn't have gotten as much sleep but- aah, I mean thanks very much. I'll shut up now."

AVENGERS

"Finally. I didn't think anyone would come down to see me. I've been lonely." Wade said as the six men funneled into the room. "I mean leave me a tv with the news or something. Did anyone bring the crayons I asked for?"

"What do you want?" Tony asked, annoyed.

"So that's a no for the crayons then." He caught sight of Peter. "Hi Spidey. I hope that we can get passed our rough meetings. What say you that we kiss and make up?"

Peter shifted on his feet, making it so he was mostly behind the others.

"What do you want?" He asked a second time.

"I want out of this god forsaken box!" Wade yelled. "It's horrible in here! There's nothing to do! It's too quiet! The robot lady can only provide me with so much entertainment! I'm a human being, I need social interaction!"

"All right." Barnes piped in. He grabbed a chair and placed it in front of the cell and sat in it. "Who are you?"

Wade growled in annoyance. "I said interaction, not interrogation."

"Same difference." He shrugged.

"Fine. I'll play your stupid game." He sat crosslegged in the middle of the cell. "My name is Wade Wilson. I was born in a secret little town in Canada in 19XX and- wait, did I just say 19XX? Why did I say that? Why can't I say 19XX? What the hell is wrong with this universe!?"

"Did this man hit his head perhaps?" Thor sincerely asked.

"Seriously?! You people don't see anything wrong with 19XX?"

"You're literally just repeating a year over and over screaming about something." Bruce said.

Wade grunted. "Fine, fine. Whatever. I was born- that year and moved to the states when I was like twenty-three or something. Then I met this guy named Francis. Huge asshole; promised to cure me of my cancer but all he seemed to do was disfigure me and make me sterile. Now while I was there, I was know as 2463 and endured all the torture he dished out. Low and behold they actually managed to do something tome and now, my beautiful face looks like an overripe avocado and I can't seem to actually die. So now, I need the files that you have so I can track down Francis' friends so they can make me normal again."

"Why not just track the man himself?" Steve asked.

"Oh I did and I killed him." His tone was a little too chipper. "Kidnapped my girlfriend-wife and everything, so I killed him."

"But if you needed him to make you yourself again-"

"Oh no, nononono, they can't put me back to how I was. Francis may have been a huge asshole but he wasn't lying when he said I was stuck like this. So I need to find other crazy scientists to put my DNA back to how it was so I can finally die in peace."

"So, are you trying to say that you're- immortal?" Tony asked skeptically.

"It sounds so much more believable when someone else says it. Aaaand now that I said that, none of you believe me." He stood up and pulled a very small gun. "You guys don't wanna know how uncomfortable it was hiding this thing."

"Uh, he has a gun. How does he have a gun?" Peter said, wide eyed.

"FRIDAY open the cell." Tony commanded.

"Initiating temporary lockdown for prisoner movement." The procedure only took about thirty seconds but even then it was too long.

"Someone might wanna cover the kid's eye. This is gonna be real messy." He placed the gun to him temple and pulled the trigger just as one of the cell walls was lowering to the ground.

The bang echoed in the room. Wade's body was slumped on the floor, blood pouring from his head like a faucet. They all turned their heads away from the sight. Peter's mind was racing. He'd seen death before but…

He didn't even realize he was being lead away and back to the elevator. "Come on son. You don't need to see that."

AVENGERS

It had been a few hours since the incident. Everyone had been sitting in the living area. Peter had been staring at nothing for the good side of an hour. The others had been going back and forth about what they should with the, now dead man in the lower levels. Tony had the brilliant idea of actually researching what Wade had told them to see if his story checked out or not. While he didn't find anything that directly tied into the story, he found several articles about a group called Weapon-X that did human experimentation with trying to give them superhuman abilities. The leader of the whole thing, a guy named Francis, had been found dead in a shipping yard after years of experiments.

Peter felt sick when Tony informed them that, while it wasn't a complete match, Wade's story had checked out. He could've helped them get closer to HYDRA but…

He flinched slightly as a mug of cocoa was shoved into his hands. Bruce took a seat next to him. "That's quite a stare you got going there Pete. How's your leg?"

He took a sip from the mug. "Thanks. I'm… I'm okay Dr. Banner. It only feels like a small pinch now."

Bruce nodded. "That's good. I suppose I could take the stitches out by the end of the night." Peter nodded in acknowledgement but stayed silent. "Okay kid, come on, out with it."

He put the mug to his lips but then put it on the table. "I just- I feel like we could've done something. He was so persistent but we didn't believe him and, he just-"

"No one knew that would happen. He shouldn't have had any weapons. We didn't know his motives at the compound or when we discovered him this morning."

Peter sighed. "I guess but, it still doesn't feel right." He stood up. "Thanks for trying to make me feel better Dr. Banner."

With that, he strode out of the room.

"Kid's not taking this whole thing too well is he?" The Winter Soldier asked.

Bruce huffed in defeat. "Can you blame him? After his uncle…"

"He doesn't think this is his fault does he?"

"Somehow I think he does; kid's too good and pure for his own sake."

Barnes nodded. "Nothing we can do about it though, only wait for Romanoff and Barton to get back with more information to actually explain all of this." The two of them sat in a comfortable silence, listening to the others murmurs for a few moments before-

"Guys!" A yell pierced the disturbingly calm atmosphere of the room. The others were on their feet in seconds rushing to the source. When they turned a corner, they saw Peter sitting on the ground in front of the elevator, though their gazes were held in the person who was inside of it.

Wade Wilson was standing in the open doors.

"Man, you guys will not believe the day I've had."

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