Before you read, you must know:

I rewrote the ending to chapter three. It wasn't too big of a change, all I did was edit the last paragraph! Enjoy chapter four!

The walk home was excruciating for Peter, listening to all the frantic voicemails made by his fathers. He sighed and took a deep breath as he stepped through double doors of Stark Tower. He quickly crossed the main lobby into the nearest elevator and pressed the top floor button.

"Jarvis, on a scale of one to ten, how much trouble do you think I'm in?" Peter asked the ceiling.

"A ten would be a bit of a understatement, sir."

"You told on me, didn't you?" Peter began biting his nails.

"Mr. Stark threatened to disable me." Peter sighed clutching his throbbing head.

"Remind me to never ever trust you ever again. Ever." Peter glared at the ceiling. He knew, technically, Jarvis was everywhere, but right now, he needed something to glare at.

"Noted, sir." The elevator doors swung open and Peter stepped out, ready to take his fate. He closed his eyes.

"I know you guys are mega pissed and I really want you to know how sorry I am." Silence. Peter peeked an eye open to find that the room was... empty. He let out a sigh of relief and headed straight for the fridge, grabbing a Gatorade and chugging it like his life depended on it. His head still throbbed as bits and pieces of last night flashed through his head. He remembers the huge crowd, the pinata, and- Wade. As a matter of fact, that's all who he remembers spending time with. Shots with Wade, popping some type of pill with Wade and- making out with Wade. He hadn't realized feelings for Wade until last night, and if he wasn't so trashed, he probably would've slept with him.

Peter shook his head. No. He can't think about him right now. What he needed to think about was how much shit he was going to get for lying to his parents and never coming home.

"Parker. Looks like your home." Peter jumped at the sound of a voice that he absolutely loathed. He turned around to make sure he wasn't just hearing things. Sure enough there he was, standing in the corner of the room. Of course, he had to be here. Of all people. Nick. Fucking. Fury. Peter clutched his shirt, his heart pounding.

"Jesus, could you warn a guy?" He says, breathing loudly. Fury began walking closer towards Peter

"You mind telling me why two of my best men were sobbing, emotional wrecks last night?" He asks, cocking his head slightly.

"Hold on...before you interrogate me..." Peter clutched his head, grabbing another Gatorade from the fridge, "...can I Please. Finish. My Gatorade?" Peter says, chugging back the delicious blue juice.

"Hungover?" Fury asks with an eyebrow raised.

"No, Patches, I've been turned into a vampire and the only thing I can drink to quench my thirst is Gatorade." Peter says, sarcasm dripping from his mouth.

Fury paused before turning and stepping into the elevator, "If I ever see Stark and Rogers like this again, be prepared to never hear the end of it from me. You're lucky, Rogers is on a mission. But Stark," he paused then smirked, "You'll have to deal with him on your own." Fury sneered before stepping into the elevator.

Peter sighed hearing the old familiar footsteps of his father. He clutched his head and looked up to see his Dad tapping away at his tablet.

"So, " he says, not looking up from his work. "You mind explaining where you were last night." Peter gulped.

"Uh, studying?" he knew now wasn't the time to be a smart ass but he's just trying to lighten the mood.

Tony looked unamused. "You do realize you had me worried sick last night, right?" He got up from his seat and approached Peter.

Peter sighed, "Honestly, Dad, I don't think you have the right to be mad at me. Didn't you do the same thing when you were seventeen?" he says, feeling agitated. Maybe it was the hangover that was making him grouchy. Or maybe it was actual frustration with his father.

Tony ran a hand through his hair, "Yes, but I don't want you to turn out like me." That made Peter look up. "The partying may seem fun now, but trust me, it's not a good road." Tony went to the liquor cabinet and pours himself a drink. At 10:46 in the morning.

"Dad, I'm sorry." Peter says, frowning at the drink in his father's hand. He felt a pang of guilt, he caused his father to drink. "I'm sorry I lied to you." Tony hesitated, then put the drink back. He set a comforting hand on Peter's shoulder and smiles gently.

"It's fine. I'm not going to ground you, because this is the first time this has happened, but if you go out like that again, I will personally escort you out of that party in the Iron Man suit, understand?" Peter chuckled and nodded. "Good, now call Steve. He's probably pulled out all his hair by now." Peter smiles and exits to his room.

Once there, he let a sigh of relief and flopped onto his bed. He was glad his father was laid back about it. He pulled out his phone and dialed his Pops' phone number.

"Hello? Peter, is that you? Are you hurt? Where are you, did you make it home? Where were you last night? Why didn't you return my calls? Peter, you-"

"Pops, I'm fine." Peter chuckled, "Yes, it's me. No, not hurt, I made it home, I was at a party and I was too drunk to notice my phone last night. Did I answer all of them?" he smiles.

There's a sigh of relief on the other end. "My God, Pete, I was so worried! Please, don't ever do that again!"

Peter chuckled, "I promise."

"Good. Your father and I decided not to ground you. But you aren't allowed to see that Wilson kid you ran off with last night, do you hear me?" His tone was serious.

Peter stiffened, "But, but Pops I really like him!"

"I don't care, I say no. End of discussion, are we clear?"

Peter sighed in defeat, "Yes..." he mumbled.

"Good. I'll see you in a few days, alright? I love you."

"I love you, too."

Peter hangs up the phone. He heads to the shower, feeling the warm water rush over him. It's calming and it helps him think, even though all he could think about was Wade. The blond hair, blue eyes, the nice body that Peter caught himself staring at from time to time. Peter looks down and realizes he's hard. Oh God.

He face palms and switches the temperature to cold. He cringes but pushes through. He steps out and towels off, slinging the towel low on his waist.

He steps out into his room. His face falls into shock at the sight.

There was Wade.

In his room.

The blond looks at Peter's towel and smirks.

"Wade, what the hell?!" he nearly shouts.

Peter then proceeded to accidentally drop his towel.

Author's note: Finally! I actually feel really good about this chapter. Please, tell me what you think!