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Merry Christmas to those who celebrate! I hope you are all staying safe and having a wonderful time. For those who don't I hope you are having an amazing weekend! Apologies for the delay in updates - this time of year always gets crazy and I had to take my dog to the emergency for swallowing a fabric coaster. The surprise was when she threw up two *face palm* she's is much better though!

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This prompt is from Sylvia12 on Ao3 - The Avengers schedule a training session and it's the first time that Peter is included, however there's an emergency (could be an alien attack, etc) which just turns out to be a false alarm, however by that time all the Avengers have been called in and in all the chaos nobody thought to tell Peter that training was cancelled. However, when Peter finally realizes that nobody is going to turn up, he instead calls Deadpool to ask if he would like to train with him instead, and when the team eventually realized that nobody had told Peter training was cancelled, they walk in on Spidey and Deadpool in the middle of a sparring session.

I hope you enjoy and apologies for any mistakes!

False and Very Real Alarm

A loud sharp whistle had Peter nearly missing his next web. He managed to catch it in time, flicking himself high up into the air. He did a sharp turn mid-air, twisting his body around so that he landed on the edge of the building. Peter looked around for who had made the noise and froze when he located it.

Across the street on the opposite building, Deadpool was sitting on the edge of the building, waving.

Peter lifted his hand in greeting, ignoring the small voice in his head that sounded like Mr. Stark.

("I mean it kid, stay away from Deadpool." "Mr. Stark! He owes May and I a rematch!")

"Hey Spider-Man," Deadpool shouted, his hands cupped around where Peter assumed his mouth was.

"Hi," Peter called back.

"Did you bring your Pokémon cards?" Deadpool asked, his voice carrying across the street so loudly that the people below had stopped to stare at them.

"Yeah!" Peter responded, perking up. "Did you?"

"I sure did," Deadpool patted a small unicorn that Peter finally noticed was tucked up under his arm. "Why are we still yelling?"

Peter shrugged, sniggering quietly to himself.

"Wait there," Deadpool shouted.

Peter watched as Deadpool swung himself up from the edge of the roof. He jogged away from the edge before doing an abrupt spin. He cracked his neck from side to side, jiggling his arms by his side as if to loosen the muscles. Peter understood what he was about to do a second too late.

Deadpool ran towards the edge and leapt off the edge. Below them, the gathered crowd gasped and cheered as Deadpool sailed through the air. He was short and hit the edge of the building with a large gasp.

"That's going to leave a mark," Deadpool wheezed.

"Dude," Peter hurried over to him, taking his hands and hauling him onto the roof and onto his feet.

"Whooo," Deadpool wiped his masked forehead with his gloved hands. "Is it me or did the building move?"

Peter sniggered behind his mask and turned it into a cough when the eye pieces of Deadpool's mask narrowed at him.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. Not all of us are as freakishly flexible as you," Deadpool huffed.

"Sorry," Peter grinned. "Did you bring the Evee card?"

Deadpool untucked the unicorn from his arm and turned him upside down. On the belly was a zip and he undid it, reaching inside. He pulled out a stack of cards and waved them at Peter.

Bouncing on his toes, Peter reached into the small, seamless pocket of his suit and brought out his own cards, nearly dropping his phone in the process. He quickly stuffed his phone back into his pocket and fanned out his cards.

"Alright, let's take a look," Deadpool said.

Just as he had promised, Deadpool did have an original Evee card. After trading back and forth, they finally reached an agreement.

"Hey, what are you doing now?" Peter asked as he placed his new cards into his pocket.

"Why? Do you and your aunt want that monopoly rematch?" Deadpool asked. "Because I'm ready. Anytime, anywhere. But not on Thursday. There an arms deal going down and I plan to cause havoc."

Peter perked up. "Really?"

"Oh no," Deadpool waggled his finger at Peter. "No spiders allowed. Don't make me carry a spray with me."

Peter huffed and rolled his eyes. "I can help."

"It's going to be a little too bloody for your taste," Deadpool said.

Peter stomach churned at the idea, and he swayed on his feet. "Oh."

"What did you need Spidey?" Deadpool asked, yanking Peter from his thoughts.

"I'm heading to the Tower to do some training," Peter shook off the uncomfortable feeling in his stomach. "Want to come?"

"Ummm yes!" Deadpool clapped his hands together. "Finally, a chance to steal Stark's silver wear."

Before Peter could remind Deadpool that Mr. Stark may actually kill him if he did that, Deadpool was already pulling out his phone and making a call.

"Dopinder!" Deadpool crowed into the phone. "Buddy! I need a lift for me and my spider friend."

"Welcome back boss," FRIDAY's voice floated through the tower. "Congratulation on your success."

Tony snorted. "A false alien attack does not count as a success."

"I will make a note," FRIDAY said, causing Natasha to crack a smile and Clint to bark out a laugh.

"I will reprogram you," Tony threatened, glaring up at the ceiling.

"Before you do, Spider-Man is in the gym waiting for you," FRIDAY said.

Tony closed his eyes and brought a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Damn." He was such an idiot. In the adrenalin of an attack, he had completely forgotten that Peter was on his way to the training session. His very first too, with the Avengers. They were going to use the session to introduce who he really was too and Tony had gone and stuffed it all up.

"You forgot to tell him that training was cancelled," Rhodey stated, arching a brow at Tony.

Tony glared at his best friend. "FRIDAY, how long has the kid been waiting for?"

"He and Deadpool have been sparing for about half an hour," FRIDAY relayed.

"Did she just say Deadpool?" Steve asked, eyes widening at he looked to Tony.

They all moved as one.

Tony could feel his heart rate spiking as he sprinted towards the gym. Why the hell was Deadpool here? And why the hell was he alone with Peter? Just because Tony had used him once to look after the kid and his aunt does not mean he wanted them hanging out all the time.

Tony barged his way first into the gym, Steve, Clint, and Natasha right behind him.

"Hey Mr. Stark," Peter greeted happily from where he was hanging upside down on a web (his mask and suit on, thankfully).

"What the hell are you doing?" Tony barked, his eyes widening with horror at the scene before him.

"We're training," Peter said cheerfully. "Hey, did I get the time wrong? Was I late?"

"No," Tony shook his head and pointed a finger at Deadpool. "Hey! Don't even think about doing what you're about to."

The mercenary paused; his Katana sword gripped in his fee hand. The rest of him was tied up in Peter's webs, his whole body dangling above the ground. Deadpool had managed to cut most of the webs away but one of his hands was thoroughly tangled in Peter's webs – and he was about to use his sword to chop his wrist off.

"I know a great solution for getting blood out," Deadpool quipped.

"Put the sword down," Steve growled, taking a step forward.

"Spoil sports," Deadpool huffed but he at least put the sword back into its holders. "A little help then."

Tony formed a gauntlet over his hand and shot it at the web. He smirked as Deadpool fell quickly, landing on the floor with a loud thud.

Deadpool groaned theatrically. "Should have just let me cut my wrist off."

"What are you doing here?" Tony frowned. "I thought I said our deal was a one-off thing."

"Uh, Spidey and I were trading Pokémon cards," Deadpool said haughtily.

"Pokémon?" Steve asked Clint quietly.

Deadpool looked horrified at Steve's words and Tony mentally groaned. Before Deadpool say whatever was about to come out of his mouth, Tony pointed at the door.

"Out."

"Awww, can't he stay Mr. Stark?" Peter asked, dropping down lightly beside Tony.

"No," Tony growled. "Out. Now Deadpool and if I see you around here again, Spider-Man's webs will be the least of your problems."

"Uh-oh," Deadpool mock shivered. "Dad's got his angry face on. Better go Spidey. See you soon."

"No, you won't," Tony glared.

Deadpool waved theatrically as he left the gym and Tony scowled.

"FRIDAY, make sure he actually leaves."

"Sorry," Peter winced as Tony turned to face the kid. "I know you don't like him."

Tony sighed and reached out for Peter. He wrapped his arm around the kid and started walking him from the gym. "He's not a good person, kid."

"He's nice to me," Peter protested. "And Aunt May."

"Yeah, well, that's because your aunt scares us all," Tony said grudgingly. "Just, no hanging around him un-supervised kid. I'm grey enough as it is."

"You're not that grey," Peter said, nudging Tony with his elbow. "You look distinguished."

"Pep tell you to say that?" Tony arched a brow at the kid.

"I drew the line at call you a silver fox," Peter said, dead-panned.

Tony barked out a laugh and squeezed Peter closer to his side. As Tony steered Peter out of the gym, the other's following behind him, he made a mental note to pay Deadpool a visit and to deliver a warning to keep away from his kid.

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