The cold wind stung Peter's still teary eyes as he made his way down the busy streets of New York. He sniffled twice, determined not to cry as he held his head backward and forced down his tears. The last thing he needed was people staring at him.

Shoving his hands deeper into the fleeting warmth of his pockets, Peter rounded a corner and saw the familiar square bustling with people. When he was younger, back when Pepper was still a part of Stark Industries, she would take Peter by his little chubby fingers and walk around with him, making up stories about different people, or trying out different ice cream samples at his favorite pop-up stand. He missed her a lot, especially during times like these, when he and Tony didn't get along. She was always the mediator when the two of them argued, although it wasn't that often.

It's not like Peter never heard from her though. She was interning at a foreign tech lab, something about a chemical that could blow stuff up. She would send him postcards every month that he kept in the same box as all of the postcards that Natasha sent him back when she was traveling the world. He swore he had one for every place on earth by now.

Peter's eyes drifted from the men and women dressed in business attire to the ones who were more casual. He was mostly looking for Wade, though. When he didn't see him, he walked to the large fountain in the middle of the square and sat down on the edge. He could feel the coldness of the granite seeping into his clothes, but it was comforting in a way he couldn't describe. Peter fished his phone out of his pocket and quickly called Wade.

The line clicked and Peter subconsciously sniffled before asking, "Where are you?"

Wade didn't skip a beat, "I'm sitting at the fountain."

Peter heard the echo in the phone as Wade's voice rang out in the square. He stood and walked to the other side of the large wishing well, spotting wade with his hoodie pulled over his head.

It took Peter a moment to realize why Wade had his hood on, but when he couldn't see the familiar tufts of unkempt blonde hair sticking out from under it the realization hit him.

"You're bald." Peter said, stupidly.

Wade barked out a laugh that left a sour taste in Peter's mouth, and when he lifted his head up to meet Peter's eyes, the brunette had to stifle a gasp.

"Were you crying?" Wade asked, and Peter, still standing stunned at the sight of Wade, nodded slowly.

"I got into a fight with my dad...but Wade, what happened to you?" Peter asked softly, resisting the urge to reach out and touch the bruised and bloodied face of his crush. Instead he took a seat next to him, and Wade immediately leaned his head onto Peter's shoulder.

"I also got into a fight with my dad. Clearly he won." Wade responded amused. A lump formed in Peter's throat.

"Let's go somewhere else, I know a place." Peter said, gently shrugging Wade's head from his shoulder. He followed Peter silently, limping a bit in his mindful steps.

Peter led him to blocks down the street before turning into an alley across from his favorite sub shop. The narrow pathway was littered with trash and cardboard, but it held all the familiarities that Peter remembered. When he got to the wood fence that separated them from their destination Peter suddenly felt embarrassed.

"Shit. I wasn't thinking. Usually I jump it, but I'll try and find another—" Before he could finish his sentence Wade had hauled himself up and over the fence, landing with a thud and a soft groan. Peter immediately followed.

"Are you crazy?" He asked.

"Crazy for you, baby boy." Wade replied with a deliberate teasing in his voice. Peter rolled his eyes, but could feel the heat in his cheeks prominently against the chill in the air.

Wade whistled as he looked around and limped into the open concrete area. Peter found this place on accident once, when he was small, and the landlady that owned it closed it off from everyone so she would stop being sued by parents whose kids were stupid enough to play back there. She told him he could use it if he fetched her the Reader's Digest once a month and sat down to catch her up on his life with Mr. Stark. Peter happily obliged. Now he used the concrete platform with its many broken rocks as a testing area for his inventions, as well as a place to go when he was feeling down. He had never shared this spot with anyone. Not even Harry.

Wade was still looking around, taking everything in when he felt a small, soft hand grab his. He turned around and Peter let go, instead placing his cold hands gently against the scarred boy's beaten face.

"Did your dad really do this to you?" Peter whispered, disgusted as much as he was astounded. Wade glanced to the side, shame filling his eyes. Peter pulled the hood away from his face.

"You know, you're rather handsome bald. I think I prefer you with no hair." He said, a smile gracing his features. Wade met Peter's eyes, and his busted lip turned up in the corner.

Peter stood up swiftly and pressed a kiss to the cheek that wasn't swollen, leaving a strange warmth in the pit of his stomach.

Wade smiled full on this time, chapped lip cracking and bleeding in the process.

"Sit down, I'll bandage your face up as good as I can." Peter said.

"And then you're going to explain why your dad made you cry, right?" Wade asked, doing as told. Peter grabbed the first aid kit he stashed in the box next to the heating unit, before walking back over to Wade.

"I guess so," Peter mumbled, pulling out the necessary items.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize he would take it to heart." Steve apologized as Tony came back into the grand living room. The billionaire cleared his throat and smoothed his shirt.

"It was my fault," he said after a brief moment, "We kind of aren't supposed to tell people, in case word gets out."

"But you did it because you wanted to get back at him." Steve said, trying to confirm the wealthy man's actions.

Tony didn't look up at Steve, nor did he answer him, silently confirming what the history teacher said.

"That's kind of a low blow, not to mention you used me to do it. Is that why you called me over?" Steve asked, and Tony could hear the shift in his voice. It was the same tone he used on Flash. Like he was talking to a child.

"That's not why I asked you to come over and you know it." Tony said, looking directly at Steve. The taller male watched Tony carefully, looking for any indication of a lie. When he found none, he relaxed a bit.

"So what's the plan?" Steve asked. Tony looked at his phone, receiving the notification that Peter had left the building. If Tony knew anything about his son, it's that he was going to his secret place. Somewhere where even Tony had no idea of. It'd be the perfect place to get away from him. The thought brought a guilty ache into his heart as he remembered the way Peter screamed at him, tears brimming his eyes. He hated making Peter cry. But there was something about Wade Wilson that set Tony on edge.

Shaking his head to relieve him from his thoughts, Tony quickly glanced up at the history teacher before him. His muscles were tight under his button-up shirt, and Tony relished the way his pectoral muscles created the smallest strain on the buttons on his chest. His eyes raked down the mans body, to the equally muscled legs pressed against his slacks. His eyes trailed back up to a smirking Steve, who was appreciating Tony's form-fitting attire as well.

"You and I are going to finish this bottle of wine," Tony snapped his fingers and the lights dimmed, the electric fireplace heating up and casting a warm glow in the room. The sound of an orchestra swelled up and then dissipated into a soft, careening melody that floated in the comfortably tense air between the two grown men. Tony pressed his wine glass to his lips and took a generous sip of the bitter-sweet liquid. Steve leaned against the counter and smiled amusedly as Tony began to sway with the music. Soon he was ballroom dancing in the openness of the room. Steve took a drink of his own wine before striding across the floor, placing his hands into the calloused ones of the science teacher. Tony smiled languidly, as they settled into a slow pace of rocking side to side.

"Is it okay to leave things like this? With Peter, I mean." Steve whispered softly.

"I'll apologize to him when he comes back. But right now I know he needs space. If I were him I'd be begging for time away from me." Tony mumbled, a sad smile etching onto his handsome face. Steve shook his head.

"You're an amazing father, you know that?" Steve asked, forehead pressing against Tony's as they slowed to a standstill. Tony hummed, distracted by the full lips of the man before him.

Steve and Tony leaned in, centimeters apart, when suddenly the elevator dinged and Jarvis walked through the door, Pepper trailing behind him. Next to her was a tall man with dark hair. One of his arms was missing.

Steve and Tony had parted far before anyone could see the two so close, and the music and lights had gone back to normal the second the elevator began to open. Tony glanced at Steve, who stared at the man next to Pepper.

"Bucky?" Steve asked, recognition and what Tony could only perceive as pain, was written clearly into the crease between his eyebrows.

Ahh! I'm done with this chapter. I'm sorry it went so slow I've been in a very bad place mentally but all is going to be ok. Enjoy the chapter!