I was walking home from school when a van pulled up and several men in masks jumped out. I tried to fight back, but I could only do so much against this many people by myself. One of them shot a tranquilizer dart in my neck. The dart must have been strong enough for an elephant because it wasn't long before I blacked out.

I woke up in the van, I don't know how long I was out for, but I knew not to let them know I was awake. I did a quick assessment to see if anything was injured, or if I still had my watch on. Thankfully nothing was injured, yet, and I still had my watch on. The watch has a tracker so my dad could find me.

~Time Skip~

I don't know how long it has been, but for every smart ass comment I make I get punched. Right now, I have a broken leg that is trying to heal itself, some fractured ribs, and lots of bruising. I wish I didn't skip lunch at school. They still have not taken my watch off, so I assume that Dad is coming, hopefully with Wade. I hear one of the doors open and shut. I look up to see a masked man with a cup of something.

"Well Peter, I have a cup of water here and I am more than willing to give it to you if you answer some of my questions. First, what are the codes for the weapons storage facility?" Mr. Creepy asks.

"Why should I tell you that?" I snark.

"One would think that you would learn to keep your mouth shut," Mr. Creepy states.

I receive a punch to my face, and instead of shouting out in pain like they want, I laugh. Hysterically. They were all confused and punch me again. Cue more laughing. Once I finished, I looked at Mr. Creepy in the eye and give him the puppy dog eyes.

"Puppy eyes will not work on me, Peter. Now answer my question," Mr. Creepy demands.

I smirked as I heard the sound of the dad's Iron Man suit.

"Can I tell you something?" I question.

"Of course."

"My boyfriend is Deadpool, and he along with my dad are here." Mr. Creepy's eyes bulged at the statement and turned around.

As soon as he turned around my dad and my boyfriend burst through the doors. They make quick work with taking them out before Wade rushed over to me.

"You okay, baby boy?" Wade inquires.

"Now that you are here." I kissed him while he cut the ropes off of my hand and feet.

"Enough you two. What's the damage Underoos?" Dad questions.

"Fractured ribs, broken leg, and bruising. Beyond that I'm fine. Now, let's go home," I respond.

Wade helps me stand up and all but carries me to the quinjet. As it turns out, the whole team showed. Wade sits me down, and Bruce rebreaks my leg and sets it properly. Thankfully with my advanced healing, I'll be right as rain in a week.

AN: This chapter was requested by .503, I hope everyone has enjoyed this chapter. Happy Star Wars Day! ~Ariel