Thank you everyone that followed and faved my fic. I hope you really do like it. I couldn't tell from the lack of reviews (JK, sorry. That's my type of humor). I just want to say that after this chapter it gets a little more interesting and more involved with Tony and Steve. I personally think it gets even better, but then again , I am a little bias.
7. You don't have the timing for ice skating
Peters sentence was only for one week rather than the rest of his life. He wasn't allowed out pasted 8:30, and he couldn't hang out with his friends unless it was for studying. Plus, Tony had installed an alert system in JARVIS to tell him whenever Peter leaves and comes home. He convinced them not to put a tracking device on him, luckily. But tonight, Peter didn't care about that. He only cared about getting to Central Park by 11. All day he would check and see if Clint and Natasha were still willing to help him sneak out. He was a nervous wreck. This wasn't Peter's first date ever. He went on a date with Mary Jane once. And he had a scheduled luncheon with Gwen. But for some reason he knew he had to make his first date with Deadpool was better than the rest.
"Night dad. Night pops. Love you." Peter jumped past his parents as they sat on the couch with the tv turned on to a black and white movie.
"Did you do your homework?" Tony asked while laying his head on Steve's lap.
"Yep" Peter stopped and looked at them.
"Why are you in a hurry to get to bed it's only- 9:30," Steve looked back at him.
"No reason." Steve harshened his gaze. Peter put his hands up. "Just heading to bed early to get a head start on tomorrow." Tony reached up and hit Steve.
"What?" Steve looked at the man on his lap.
"You told him!"
"Told me what?" Peter stepped closer to them.
"Nothing Peter. Go to bed." Steve covered Tony's mouth.
"No, no, no, no," Peter furrowed his brow and walked at them, "You can't just do that. What are you guys talking about?"
Tony grunted at Steve.
"I didn't tell him."
"Tell me what?!" Peter leaned on the couch by Steve's face.
"Nothing," Steve repeated. Peter pulled his hand as hard as he could to release Tony's mouth.
"Dad- what- is- hetalkingabout," He struggled.
"Caps gonn-" Before Tony could finish, Steve lifted Tony's head up and kissed him. Tony, being completely okay with Steve's surprise make out session, propped himself up higher for him. Peter threw his hands up and backed away.
"I'm out." He left them and went into his room. "Do you know what they were talking about," He asked Natasha and Clint.
"No idea.", "I won't tell you." They said together. Clint and Natasha were preparing for the escape. Peter pulled open his closet door. He slid the clothes around before peering out.
"Clint, where's my tux?"
"Huh? You're wearing a suit there? You're seriously wanting to wear a suit to central park? You're gonna get mugged," Clint said as he examined his arrow.
"He told me to wear it!"
"I put it in your dad's room. If you can retrieve it and bring it back you can wear it." Peter rolled his eyes. He left his room.
"Why are we helping him?" Clint asked again.
"Because."
"Because his date's hot? Because you owe him? I mean, you agreed to do this for him not 24 hours after he disappeared. I'm not a dad to a teenager yet, but he should still be in time out."
"I'm just making sure the guy he's going out with is good enough for him." Clint smiled. Peter returned.
"They weren't on the couch. Their door's shut. I'm not going in there." He went back to his closet.
"Hey- they're already distracted." Clint smirked. Peter shivered.
"Alright, listen up. It's a 2 hour walk, but if we take my bike, we can get there in 30. But that's the easy part. We need to get JARVIS off line until we leave. We have one option."
"Have me disable it by shooting JARVIS's mainframe." Peter gave Clint the bitch face of a life time.
"Do you even know what a mainframe is?"
"Or we get Bruce to turn it off." Natasha lifted her eyebrow at him.
"You guys are so mean to me." Natasha rolled her eyes.
"Peter, we still have a couple hours. What's the gameplan to get you home?"
"Same way."
"Can't. Bruce only agreed to turn him off once."
"Why?"
"We didn't tell him why we needed to turn him off. He's trusting that we aren't just using him." Peter felt that was a jab at him. He brushed it off anyway.
"Clint- you know that main-"
"Peter no." Natasha interrupted him. He grunted and jumped back on his bed.
"There's only one way I can think of that might not get me in trouble." Natasha lifted her eyebrow. While Clint wasn't looking, he gestured his signature web shooting moves. She nodded her head.
"Alright. So you're on you're own when you come home."
"The distraction is in place." Clint announced. Natasha looked down.
"Peter, if this guy turns out bad, I don't want you to hesitate to call us." She looked at Peter, "got that?" Peter nodded at her.
He had to admit he was nervous. Mostly because he knew Natasha was planning something. If she was going to prove a point, she would prove it. He calmed himself. He had to get ready for anything. He carefully slipped on his Spider-Man suit and then his street clothes. He had to make sure Clint didn't see him. He put on his web shooters and tucked his mask away. No matter what Natasha was planning, no matter if he was going to get caught, no matter if Wade was a mercenary, Peter was determined to have a great first date.
The time was 11. Peter was already at Central Park. He left the tower without a hitch. His dads were already in bed and asleep, so the biggest obstacle was cleared. Security was weary about letting him go but since Natasha was with him, they left him alone. He rode behind her on her motorcycle until they were a block away from the park. Natasha turned to him.
"Call me if he tries to kill you."
"Yes ma'm."
"Clint will be on the east sides towers. So he'll get to you first."
"Yes ma'm."
"Don't go any where out if our sight with him."
"Yes ma'm."
"Don't reveal that you're Spider-Man."
"Yes ma'm."
"Not to him either."
"Too late," she glared at him, "yes ma'm."
"Don't have- sex."
"Tasha! I won't. I'll be fine."
"Really? Because I dug up your rooms video feed. And you were really close to doing something." Peter grunted.
"I'm getting rid of that camera and that wasn't anything." Natasha rolled her eyes.
"Be safe Peter."
"Yes ma'm."
"I'm seriously."
"And I'm Shurley." Peter waved good bye.
He looked up at the buildings. "What did she tell him?" Peter thought out loud, "Maybe that he was Deadpool. Maybe she said he's an ex-con. That my date is a killer. Those would make him want to murder Wade; not just watch him." Peter sat himself on a bench. It was 11.
He waited for him. He looked around nonchalantly for Wade's face. "Is he going to wear his mask? He seems pretty insecure with how he looks." He began to bounce his leg. He shrugged. "Why should he? He's funny and a seems nice." Peter shut his mouth."I got in trouble because of this guy." He sat up more. He he looked around him; his eyes shifted fast. "Why am I doing this? He probably is just wanting to get me in the sack...But he did buy me a suit." He fell back on the bench with a thud. "And that was random and generous...But he's making me sneak out, lie, and break all of my dad's rules." He let his head fall back. He looked up at the black sky. "Maybe I'm..." He sighed, "No I am." He closed his eyes. "I'm into bad boys." He laughed out loud.
"This'll be easy then." Peter's eyes opened to see a dark face stood over him.
"W-Wade?" He smiled and rubbed his nose on Peters.
"Just call me Bad Boy." Wade jumped on the bench and turned to him. Peter squinted his eyes. He couldn't see his face. The hoodie and the dimly-lit park made it impossible to make out any of his features.
"What are we gonna do?" Peter rested his elbow on the bench back and propped his head on his hand.
"I don't know. Haven't been on many first dates like this." He shrugged.
"Like this?"
"Going somewhere and being peaceful. My first dates are me saving the day, kicking asses, and getting with a hot piece. I mean you know Domino? Psylocke? Logan? Irish Rose? An Alien? Typhoid Mary (we don't like her. No one should)? Cable? That Ella chick? Ring a bell? All of our first dates started with the world's fate in my hands and ended up- well you'll find out." Peter slid down in his seat, a little embarrassed that he didn't have someone under his belt. "Heheheh."
"You seem really experienced."
"That shouldn't scare you, it should excite you." Peter coughed awkwardly. Wade put his arm around him. "I'm gonna treat you tonight. Whatever you want to do." He rubbed up against him. Peter laughed to ease the tension.
"We can walk around for a bit. Grab some hot dogs on the way." He elbowed him gently.
"Really? We have the night to ourselves and you want to spend it like them?!" Wade pointed at a couple walking past. "They're just talking. We don't have to be that boring!" The couples passing have him angry and soul looks," I mean we're two super-" Peter placed his hand on Wade's face.
"Super gays." Peter blurted out. "Super gays?" He thought. "Supergays. I'm still a freaking 6 year old." That's what he called his dads when he found out what gay meant.
"Wow. We haven't even been dating for an hour, and you've made a cute couple name for us. Personally I like Peade (pronounced: Parade), or Spideypool, but whatever." "You've had that name in here before you met him." Peter shook his head and leaned closer to his face.
"Shh. Spider-Man is my alter ego. Remember?"
"Sorry, I'll use my inside voices." "Clever!" Peter stood up.
"Anyway, I just suggested it so maybe we would find something to do around here. There isn't much, but who knows..." Wade stood next to him.
"Alright. But there will be a punishment game if we don't do anything." Peter wanted to ask what that meant but knew it was better if he didn't.
They started to walk around. The park was quiet, and serene. It wasn't the quiet and spooky serene you'd get right before you were mugged, but the nice kind. Wade stuck his hands in his pockets and looked up at the sky. Peter watched him. The passing street lights let his face shine for a moment before fading away. His eyes searched for something in the sky. His smile was small, and fated, but sweetened up all of his scars. Peter's heart skipped a beat. Wade's face turned to him.
"Do you think if we grab some of the brotherhood mutants, we could start a club? I mean If we get that diamond chick to be a disco ball, find a glowing dude, I think we can do it." Peter sighed and rolled his eyes. They came on top of a bridge and watched people walking around the Trump Rink. Peter leaned against the bridge wall and peered down. Wade leaned on him and placed his head on his back.
"I'm bored."
"And?"
"Why don't we go somewhere fun!"
"You chose to come here."
"Yeah but I thought we would ice skate and you'd trip and I'd catch you, and you would be like 'Deadpool! You saved me!' And I would be-"
"It's almost summer. It's not even cold."
"I was watching a movie and it seemed like a good idea." Peter shook his head and smiled.
"I guess if you wanna head somewhere else, we can." Peter looked at him, unintentionally giving him the saddest, cutest puppy dog eyes. "I just really liked walking with you; this park is perfect for hanging out with somebody and forgetting everything. It's always fun to have a night off. I don't have to think about my dad's, or the city, school, nothing,"Peter smiled at him, "it takes a giant weight off of my chest." His body seemed to relax. Wade furrowed his brow.
"I didn't pack my bags." He slumped over.
"Huh?"
"For your guilt trip." He whined. Peter was taken back.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to... I didn't mean to make you feel guilty. It's just that- on first dates you talk about what you like to do and who you are." Wade took in a deep breath.
"I'm Wade Wilson and my hobbies are going on the internet, making pancakes, saying chimichanga, breaking the fourth wall, sex is cool, also I have a thing on my left ass cheek that needs to be checked out by a doctor." Peter let out a small laugh.
"You are the biggest dork I have ever seen."
"Most people say biggest dick, but again, later." Peter smiled and looked at his hands.
"Do you have a job?"
"I save the world, one baby at a time."
"I mean one that makes money. Or are you a student?" Wade lifted his hand and wavered it.
"It's a job."
"You're a are mercenary."
"Yeah! How'd you guess?"
"You're the merc with a mouth. You have a reputation." Peter frowned. Wade's face contorted from confusion..
"What wrong baby?" "Does Spider-Man kill people?" "No. Not even killing villains! He must not like killing people at all!" "That makes sense."
"Huh?"
"You don't kill people do you! It's not something you do." Peter nodded and frowned.
"Well, I also help SHIELD a lot. Just last week I was on a mission. I didn't kill anyone. Just a bunch of robots." Wade's face shined through the dark. Peter smiled. "So what are you into?"
"Me?" Peter was A little embarrassed, "well, there isn't much to tell. My dads are Iron Man and Cap America. I go to school. I like science, and everything that goes with it."
"You're not on a team or nothing?"
"Nope. Spider-Man takes up all of my free time." Wade stuck out his tongue and thought.
"When did your dads adopt you? Or did they do the mpreg thing?"
"Huh- nevermind." Peter stopped himself, "My parents were helping SHIELD and died. I lived with my Aunt and Uncle until I was 4, then my uncle died. My aunt couldn't afford to take care of me. My dads said they would watch me until she could afford to support a kid. They were wanting to adopt a kid and thought I would be great practice. But after I turned ten she offered them to adopt me. The end." Wade nodded his head. "What about your family?" Peter smiled innocently.
"Ah-" Wade rubbed the back of his head, "My dad didn't like me. And my mom liked me too much. It's like those tragic lifetime movies, 'sept I'm not gonna die in a bathtub." Peter nodded.
"Sorry. Not trying to...pry."
"Na, I learned to laugh it off." Wade put his hand back down but 'accidentally' laid it on top of Peters. Peter pulled away, laughing slightly. He sat back up.
"We should find something to do before you die of boredom." He smiled at Wade. He began to walk away. Wade jumped to his side and put his arm through Peter's, then locked their fingers together. Peter blushed and stared at him.
"Never mind. Let's just walk around like this. Then maybe like this." Wade removed his hand and placed it low on Peter's waist.
"Deadpool!" He blushed.
"Shhh! That's my alter ego! Remember?" Wade's face emerged from the darkness again. He was smiling. Peter shook his head, not letting Wade see him turning red. They ,again , began to walk together down the path.
"They just left the bridge. Do you have eyes on them?"
"Yeah. And my eyes see that he's touching his ass."
"Is he doing anything else?"
"Nope. Natasha, I think he's going to be fine. Do we really have to stay out here all night?" Clint peered down from a building. "I mean the worst that could happen is- nothing really. Neither of them can get pregnant, and this other guy hasn't made a real move yet."
"I'm worried about him killing Peter."
"Why? He's just some kid."
"It's Wade Wilson."
"Wait. Who?"
"Deadpool."
"You mean that nutjob that went on the SHIELD mission? Who slaughtered all of our robots, thinking they were the bad guys?! The mercenary? Why did you even let him go on a date with that loony?!" Clint began to worry.
"I wanted to make sure if he had a hit on Peter he wouldn't do it."
"DID YOU PUT MONEY ON PETER'S HEAD?! DO YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO ME THE LAST TIME I TOOK PETER OUT?! I DIDN'T GET HIM KILLED, BUT I GOT THAT ASS-KICKING OF A LIFETIME! IF TONY AND STEVE HEAR THEIR SON'S DEAD, THEY'LL KILL ALL OF US!"
"Stop worrying, Clint. I'm following them, you got a shot at them, if anything goes wrong we can handle it."
"What if it breaks Peter's heart?! Huh? He seemed real excited to see this jackass, and killing him is really going to make Peter upset." Natasha paused.
"Better now before he makes a mistake with this idiot."
This chapter is my least favorite because I don't live in New York, and never have met anyone from there. So I have no clue what I was talking about... Plus it wasn't the right type of fluff for me. But, like I said- It gets better.
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