Feeling pressure push in on his temples Peter takes a calming breath and tries to once again explain why he doesn't want to use a ''real, proper'' lightsaber.

But before he can start Peter catches a glimpse of familiar red in his peripheral. Mouth clicking shut Peter closes his eyes for a second before bowing his head slightly forcing out some compliant words of understanding and agreement before excusing himself to go and get a real, proper lightsaber.

As he hurries over to Deadpool the sight of the Sith somehow lessens the pressure behind his eyes.

"Lunch, same as yesterday?" Not waiting for an answer Peter simply grabs Deadpool's forearm pulling him with him. "Great. This way."

Letting himself be dragged away from the Jedi temple grounds by the other Deadpool soon grabs Peter, taking control of where they're going as fast as they're left the grounds.

Leading them to a part of the city Peter's never been to, Deadpool excitedly picks a food stand with some kind of spicy smelling dishes. But before Peter can take a closer look at the foreign food Deadpool's already dragging him off once more.

-..-..

Gazing out over the surrounding rooftops Peter smiles as he kicks his legs as they dangle over the roof edge.

Nudging Peter with his shoulder Deadpool hands him some kind of bread wrapped thing. "Did I interrupt something before?"

Freezing with the wrap half way to his mouth Peter feels his appetite disappear as his reminded about earlier.

Setting the food down next to him on the bag it was previously in, Peter shakes his head. "No you didn't."

Taking a giant bite of his own food wrap thing Deadpool chews loudly. "Didn't seem like it."

Sighing Peter kicks his legs a bit more violently. "We were discussing lightsaber training."

"Discussing?"

"Arguing about it." Rubbing his face with his hands Peter just feel so tired. "They want me to use a ''real, proper'' lightsaber, like a true Jedi apprentice."

"What's wrong with the one you've got?"

"It's apparently inelegant and uncivilized. To make it stun people is bastardizing it's true design and the lanyard is something not even a child should need if you simply use it properly." Grimacing Peter closes his eyes at the sting the often repeated words cause. Shoulders hunching Peter quietly mumbles. "I just don't want anyone to get injured."

Snorting Deadpool shakes his head. "They're wrong."

Eyes shooting open Peter turns so quickly to look at Deadpool that he almost gives himself whiplash. "What?" He has to have misunderstood Deadpool somehow. No one has ever agreed with him before.

"I've seen full on Jedi master drop their lightsabers. They've got the dexterity of a toddler. And when did not killing people become inelegant and uncivilized? I've got to be the most elegant, civilized person ever." Gesturing wildly with his food wrap a mix of vegetables and minced meat fly every which way.

Laughing Peter smiles. "My old master would have agreed with you."

Grunting something between a giant bite of food that sounds somewhat as "sensible man" Deadpool picks up Peter's dismissed food wrap with one hand holding it out for him to take.

Taking the wrap Peter finally takes his first bite. Pleasantly surprised over the mix of flavors he quickly takes an other bite, humming in contentment.

Finishing off the last bit of his own food Deadpool leans back with a grin, watching Peter eat enthusiastically. "Knew you would like Mexican."

"That's what this is?"

"No that's an burrito, sorta. It's technically not Mexican but it's the closes you can get to it in this universe."

Frowning Deadpool looks slightly confused. "Though there's waffles..." Head titling he remembers something from yesterday. "Which reminds me. You never told me how you have an aunt."

"Oh, yeah. I was supposed to tell you." Staring down at the remaining part of his burrito Peter feels a lump form in his throat. "When my master found me I was older than commonly acceptable and I had family, my aunt, but because of my high levels of midi-chlorians an e-" Freezing Peter's cuts himself off as one of Deadpool's lightkatanas suddenly is held up against his throat.

Leaning in Deadpool's eyes seems to burn as he practically growls, "Never mention those things ever again. Understand?"

Swallowing Peter nods as best as he can with the plasma so close to his jugular. "Yep. Understood perfectly."

"Good." Sitting back Deadpool smiles, gesturing for him to continue like nothing out of the ordinary had just happen.

Swallowing nervously Peter wonders not for the first time what's wrong with the other.

Clearing his throat he tries as best as he can to explain, hoping to not trigger the other again. "Well, I was taken in because of... my disproportionately high proclivity toward the force. My old master Stark was very understanding and seen as a very nontraditional Jedi master. He encouraged me to build and design things to use in combination with my Jedi training and the force."

"Sounds like a stand up guy."

"Yeah." Swallowing Peter feels his eyes ache from old tears. "He was dismissed by the Jedi council some years ago."

"Why?"

"He was mortally injured during a mission. He built a small devise to have in his chest to keep himself alive. It, it harnesses the power of the force, keeping his heart beating."

Jaw clenching he forces the words out. "They said that a true Jedi would have met death with honor. That by arrogantly thinking he can tame and bind the force in a machine in his chest he's disrupting the balance of things." Eyes downcast Peter can't help but feel anger stir inside his chest as he repeats what he's been told a hundred time.

Bracing himself, he sits there quietly, waiting for whatever harsh words Deadpool might have to add.

"Okaaay..." Drawing the word out Deadpool kicks his legs a bit. "So no offense, but your Jedi council seems to be filled with dumbasses."

Blinking confused at Deadpool's words, Peter frowns for a moment before laughter suddenly bubbles up his throat. Giggling uncontrollably he covers his mouth as he looks back at Deadpool who raises an eyebrow at him.

Not able to hold it back anymore, Peter drops his hand letting himself laugh out loud.

"Are you okay?" Concerned Deadpool leans in poking at him with a finger. "Did I break you or something?"

Shaking his head Peter gives him a blinding smile. "No, I'm fine." Chuckling he drags a hand through his hair. "You can't imagine how long I've waited for someone to say that."

"[...] inelegant and uncivilized [...]" is a reference to this quote.

"This is the weapon of a Jedi Knight. Not as clumsy or random as a blaster. An elegant weapon, for a more... civilized age."
- Obi-Wan Kenobi about lightsabers, Star Wars: A New Hope

Side note: Midi-chlorians is a sore subject in the StarWars world. It was randomly introduced and made things weird. Many think that it ruined everything about the Force.