When Harry slipped into the room, a stoppered bottle in hand, he stopped for a moment to listen. Wade and Peter were currently engaged in an argument he'd heard before. This one about the value of movies that were considered so bad they were funny versus movies that were meant to be bad. Personally, Harry had watched both Birdemic and Evil Dead 2 with them and he had thought, as amusing as Birdemic was, Evil Dead 2 was just the best.

Harry hesitated in interrupting them, squeezing the bottle a little tighter before stepping deeper into the room and alerting Peter to his presence. He shot up from the couch as soon as he saw Harry, and Wade followed suit soon after.

Harry tensed. "Hi." He felt a little badly. He had woken up with a massive hang over that morning and had somehow managed to leave without alerting either of the super powered men on the couch with him. He was grateful to the both of them, more than actually, but he'd needed a couple of hours to himself.

"You okay?" Peter asked, looking him over with concerned eyes.

Harry shrugged, relaxing somewhat when they both sat back down. He hesitated again before moving over and then sitting, cross-legged, on the coffee table so that he could face them. He settled the potion he'd brought in his lap and then stared down at it for a moment. It wasn't until one sock covered foot nudged him that he looked up.

"You dwelling a little too much on life, kitten?"

Harry huffed. "I guess." He paused. "You know, for years I never knew this but I have a lot of raw power. It…um…after I started the process of getting a job, you know, in the wizarding world, I had to go through all these tests that the adults in my life never bothered with when I was a minor. It was…would probably still be this big point of contention with some people because I wasn't exactly the best student in school."

"Hah. Who was, eh?" Wade nudged him again. Peter said nothing but he'd leaned back, was listening actively.

"After that dark lord I told you about before, after he died, people started hailing me as this hero again but they'd always been fickle, you know? When I was in school, it seemed like they'd turn on me every other year for some nonsense. I figured it'd only be a matter of time before it happened again. After all, if they'd had the gall to lambast a fifteen year old, they'd definitely have no problem with it after I'd come of age."

Harry stared down at the potion again, twisting his hands around the bottle. "There were remnants still there, from his followers. They'd lost things when they lost the war. Most of them were on the run if they weren't captured. Or, if they managed to get out of trouble, the government was making changes, actually trying to oust the fanatics like them. They were angry, and there was a few of them that caught me out one time…"

He looked back up at them. They were both staring at him now, silent. "I don't remember parts of what they did to me but I know it was all bad. I definitely don't remember how I escaped; just that I'd apparently killed them all to do it. The person that found me afterwards said I was covered in blood and there wasn't much left of the ones that had taken me. They ruled it self defense, especially considering the evidence of what had been done to me. Still, they're all fickle, like I said. The entire school I went to turned on me in my second year because of a magical ability I had. They started looking at me different this time too. My friends, they saw the scene, and they started looking at me different as well. There was a lot of speculation and eventually I had enough of it."

The room was silent for several seconds and then Peter reached for him, grabbed his arm and pulled him until he was on the couch as well, sitting between them. Harry relaxed a bit at the lack of judgment.

Wade knocked him on the head. "You're not leaving here, though."

Harry snorted. "No?"

"No, you're like the squishy center in the Spider-Man and Deadpool cookie now."

Harry wrinkled his nose at that and then thought about it, flushing a bit when he remembered the dreams he'd been having as of late about being in the middle of the two of them. Still, even with the way he'd said it, it was a nice sentiment.

Peter just laughed, falling into Harry's side as he did so and Harry's mood lightened considerably. "I got you something," he said, moving the potion from his lap to Wade's.

Wade picked it up, looking at the substance in the light. "You said something about hurting all the time and nothing working on it? I had it made. I don't know if it'll work until you actually try it and even if it does you won't be able to take it all the time. These sorts of potions can be kind of addictive but I thought…maybe you could take it sometimes when it gets bad?"

Wade had frozen at his explanation, just went completely still. Peter had sat up straight and Harry frowned, worried when Wade abruptly stood up, potion still in hand and stalked out of the room. Harry blinked as he made his way towards the bathroom, slamming the door behind him and looked towards Peter, who sighed.

"He's okay, I think. Give him a minute?"

Harry nodded. He didn't want Wade leaving again like he had last time. He didn't know why just giving him a potion would do that, but he had the distinct impression that Wade had a bit of a difficult time believing gestures like that when they didn't come from Peter, who he probably only believed because they'd been close for so long.

Wade stared at the potion in the bathroom mirror, a little bewildered.

Never thought we'd find someone as weird as Peter, eh?

Wade shook his head. No, probably not. Most people just tended to put up with him. Peter actually liked hanging around him. Apparently so did Harry.

And you had to be the idiot who fell for both of them.

"Take that back! I did not!"

Who are you kidding? How'd you feel when he told that story?

Okay, so when Harry had talked about someone taking him and doing 'bad things' to him, he'd had the brief urge to want to go out and murder the people who did it. It was the same sort of anger he'd felt when Peter had told him about what Osborn had done to him and that girl he'd dated in high school.

"So what? Wanting to kill people isn't anything new."

Except this time it's for looovee. Don't know why you'd even bother. One person is preposterous enough. Two?

"Peter said it," he pointed out for the hundredth time.

And hasn't brought it up since.

Point. Wade looked again at the potion in his hand.

Drink, drink, drink!

Wade pulled the stopper from the bottle and stared into it for several seconds before downing it. It tasted like ass but, after a few seconds, something tingly washed over him. Pain was constant in Wade's life. Usually, he could push it to the back of his mind, relegate it to something manageable but for the first time, that went away.

His jaw actually dropped and the voices stopped completely for several seconds. He had the notion that that feeling was completely amazing. And that the voices were right about his feelings for both Peter and Harry.