Wade glared at the wall of his third favorite apartment. It was a shity wall. Old, riddled with bullet holes and covered in dried blood that was probably over a year old. He started going to the Tower or his real house when he was hurt. Peter liked knowing when he got hurt, liked patching him up even if he healed in minutes or hours. It made him feel better so Wade never argued, but he damn well used the same excuse to patch up his Spiderbaby after a rough fight.

Not that it mattered anymore. Wade left. He left Peter in their house crying after he told him the great news.

He glared harder and pulled a bag of tiny knives from where it was hiding in the couch, he opened the bag and started throwing them at the stupid shity wall.

Thunk

Stupid Peter.

Thunk

Stupid pregnant Peter.

Thunk

How is that even possible? He can't have kids. He was told he couldn't have kids .

Thunk

So why.

Thunk

The absolute flying fuck.

Thunk

Is Peter currently carrying his fucking child.

Thunk thunk thunk

Wade growled. He didn't want a snot nosed brat ruining his life. The little shit was already ruining his love life. It needed to go. He told Peter that, told him to get rid of it. Kill the stupid little fuck head. He didn't want a kid. He didn't.

Liar, he thought quietly.

He shook his head, telling his thoughts to fuck off. He picked up another knife and sent it flying. He did not want a kid. Not after, after...

He got up, sending the rest of the knives to the floor in his haste. He went into the only bedroom and pulled out baggy sweatpants and a hoodie, he threw them on over his costume (after removing his katanas, sadly) and pulled the hood up to cover his mask. It didn't do much, if someone actually paid attention then they would see the bottom of his mask.

He pulled out his phone to call someone, only to find it ringing.

' Baby boy 😍😘 '

He clenched his jaw and exhaled harshly. He didn't want to talk to Peter. He was too angry and he would end up screaming at him. His phone stopped ringing before he could decline, but started up again just as fast. Fucking hell. He pressed 'decline' and scrolled through his contacts until he found who he was looking for. He was about to push down on the call button when it rang again. He took a deep breath to stop himself from answering just to tell Peter to fuck off. He declined again, hopefully for the last time and clicked on Logan's contact just a bit too harshly because he felt his phone creak.

"Wha' do ya want, bub."

Wade clenched his hand into a fist, trying hard not to explode into a verbal assault on Logan. "Just wanted to let you know I'm coming over. As much as I love our little foreplay battles, I'm not in the mood."

Logan grunted in acknowledgment and hung up. Wade looked down at his phone, intending to turn it off and leave, but froze before he could.

Peter left a voicemail.

He wanted to throw his phone at the wall, or off a building. Either worked. He didn't want to hear his crying or his begging or his voice of reason.

He tightened his grip on the phone, then shoved it in his sweatpants pocket and moved towards the door. He pulled it open with enough force to rip it off the top hinge.

Oh well, not like he cared.

Wade didn't bother knocking, he already told Logan he was coming, not his fault if he didn't prepare. He slammed the door closed behind him, not hard enough to break it but hard enough that it echoed throughout the small apartment and probably annoyed whoever lived above and next to him.

Logan rolled his eyes but said nothing from where he sat on the leather chair.

Wade didn't bother sitting, he started pacing in front of Logan, switching between mumbling curses under his breath and growling. He wished he brought his miniature knives, but the last time he threw one at Logan's wall he forced him to not only fix it but also repaint the whole living room. After he stabbed him.

"Somethin' on your mind, bub?"

Wade stopped pacing and glared at Logan. "No, I just like the sound my feet make when they slam against your floor."

Logan stayed sitting, unimpressed, and raised his eyebrow.

Wade deflated and dropped to the floor, laying flat on his back with his arms and legs out like a starfish. "I put a little devil in Peter."

"A what?"

"A bun. A cake. A little demon from the bad parts of hell." Wade moved his arms to cover his face.

He couldn't see Logan's expression from where he was currently laying on his floor but given the lack of noise he would guess shocked.

"Huh," Logan grunted out. "Didn't know you could do that."

Wade groaned and slammed his hands on the floor. "I shouldn't be able to. My mutation fucks with my dick or something so kids are a no go."

Logan scoffed. "Obviously not. Unless the kid cheated," he put his hand up to silence Wade's protest. "I know he's a good kid, but how do ya know he didn't?"

Wade glared at the ceiling. Honestly, he didn 't know. He had no way of knowing for certain that Peter didn't cheat. Actually, it made sense. Wade knows how awful he is. He's an ex killer who still sometimes kills, he's cruel and vulgar and never knows when to be serious. He's dangerous. Oh, and the very huge factor that he can't procreate . Not anymore. It took weeks of crying and arguing for Peter to accept that he wouldn't be a father. Wade didn't want another kid, and thanks to a certain someone he couldn't impregnate anyone either. Whatever, they moved on. Or so he thought . Peter always wanted kids, he told Wade he wanted a huge family so maybe the little spider sought out a way to get one and decided to fool Wade into thinking it was his.

But.

Wade sighed. "Peter's too good. It wouldn't matter if I was the worst boyfriend in the whole fucking universe. He would never cheat."

Logan grunted. "And the kid."

Well, it couldn't be his. Plain and simple. The dead lady said he could never impregnate humans. Never. That's what he decided to give up when he made the deal.

Wait, normal humans. She said he couldn't get normal humans pregnant. Aw, fuck . God fucking son of a whore . Peters is just about the farthest thing from a normal human .

"There's a small chance that it, uh." Wade let out a long groan and sat up. "Might be mine."

"How small?"

Wade looked at him, his anger at the situation deflating faster than he liked. "Very." Logan made a 'go on' gesture with his hand. "After Vanessa, when I died. It changed me, and I'm not just talking up here in my noggin, oh no I'm talking physically. It messed with my whole system."

"That makes no sense. You've died plenty before Vanessa." Logan frowned. "What makes that death so special?"

"It was the first time I was blown to smithereens?" Wade said innocently. Logan stared at him unimpressed and flipped his hand to say 'try again'. Wade huffed and flopped back down. "It was the first time I met Death."

Logan was unphased, this wasn't the first time he's heard about Wade's time with her. "So she, what? Altered your sperm?"

"No," Wade shook his head. "I gave it up."

After a few minutes of silence Wade looked over at Logan. He was staring at Wade, head tilted and a frown on his face, like he was trying to figure out a puzzle. "Explain."

Wade shrugged. "She said she would show me where the fuck heads that killed Vanessa were and personally torture them if I gave her something in return. So I did. Easy peasy lemon squeezy."

"Bullshit." Logan growled out. Wade looked away. "You could have found them in days, spent months torturing them. What aren't you telling me."

Wade was quiet. He didn't want to say the real reason. It would make it real. He spent years burying this, trying to forget. To move on. He killed and killed and killed, taking on jobs he never would have before, just so he wouldn't remember. And yes, he knew it was why he didn't want kids. Why he's so fucking pissed at Peter and the stupid baby.

He gulped and turned over, facing the wall so he didn't have to look at Logan's gorgeous face. "She was pregnant."

He said it so quietly a normal human wouldn't have been able to hear it. But Logan wasn't a normal human, he was a mutant with enhanced senses. He didn't say anything, but his deep inhale told him enough.

"She was a few months along, far enough where we knew it was a little girl. My little Ellie. I was so afraid, I knew I would fuck up but with Vanessa by my side it would be okay. When she was shot and dying in my arms, she kept muttering about the baby. She was worried about her daughter and all I could think about was that my wife was dying." Wade went to wipe his eyes, but put them down when he remembered his mask was still on. He sighed. "I figured it didn't matter. My wife was dead, why would I need the ability to make a kid if the one person who I wanted one with was dead. So yeah, I gave it up."

"And Peter?" Logan spoke softly. "If ya gave it up, why is he currently carrying your kid?"

Wade sat up, still facing the wall. He reached up and took his mask off then let his head fall and bang against the wall. "She said no normal human would be able to carry my kid."

"Yeah, well Peter ain't exactly a normal human."

"He sure isn't." Wade whispered. "But I don't want the kid. I don't. I'd be a horrible father, I'm already a horrible father."

"Bullshit, I've seen ya around the trainees. You're gentle, but still firm enough so they listen. You care about them."

"That's different. I don't take care of those kids 24/7." Wade justified, he swallowed and whispered. "I could have saved her. I could have, but I didn't."

Logan frowned. "That don't sound like you, Wilson."

"If I had just," Wade banged his head again, ignoring Logan's growl of annoyance. "If I had gotten to the hospital sooner, I could have saved her, instead I just sat there and cried."

"I've heard the story, there was nothing you could have done for Vanessa, Wade. She was -"

"I'm not talking about Vanessa!" Wade exclaimed, jumping to his feet and turning around to face him. "I'm talking about Ellie. She was old enough to survive without Nessa, all she needed was a doctor. She needed me , her father , and I did nothing ."

Logan said nothing, just stared while Wade struggled to keep his breathing under control. He sniffed and wiped at his eyes then looked at Logan. "I'm a horrible father, Logan, I let my own daughter die."

"Hm," Logan grunted out. "What did Peter say when you told him all this? I doubt he just agreed with you."

"He doesn't know." Wade stated plainly. "I told him that my mutation fucked with my sperm."

"God dammit, Wilson." Logan pinched the top of his nose, annoyed. "Does he even know you were married?"

"Yes," Wade forced through clenched teeth. "But he knows nothing about Ellie. I told him Vanessa and I were trying and found out I was infertile before she was murdered."

"You're a fucking idiot, Wilson." Logan shook his head. "You said he wanted kids, yeah?"

"Yeah," Wade sighed. "He used to talk about being a dad all the time. He wants kids, and I know it broke his heart when I told him I couldn't."

"And all this time, you didn't think it would be a good idea to tell him?" Logan exclaimed, disbelief written all over his face. "It would have helped, and would have prepared him for the possibility of getting pregnant."

"Yeah, well." Wade started. "I only just figured that part out so it's not much help anymore."

Logan huffed. "It still would have helped you move on from what happened. Maybe you'd be more open to the idea of being a dad if you didn't think you killed your daughter."

"What good would it do now, she's dead. Gone. It doesn't matter." Wade growled, anger rising. Peter didn't need to know about Ellie, about his deal. None of it mattered. "I moved on a long time ago."

"You're a real dumbass, ya know that." Logan rolled his eyes. "Your unresolved issues are the problem here."

"I don't have a problem!" Wade screeched, throwing his arms in the air. The only problem he had was Logan prying into shit that wasn't any of his business.

"Oh, so you're just overjoyed that Peter is pregnant?" Logan said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Why would I be happy about that?!" Wade moved closer to Logan, who was still sitting in his stupid awesome chair completely unphased. "I don't want it!"

"Does Peter?" Logan said calmly.

Wade growled and threw his mask at Logan. "I don't care . I don't give a fuck whether he wants the kid or not. It's going. "

Logan dodged his mask, the asshole, and glared at him. "And if he doesn't get rid of it?"

Wade clenched his hands into a fist. "Then I go."

Logan jolted out of his chair and had Wade against the wall and glaring at him in seconds. "You don't get to do that. You don't get to break that boy because you're stuck feeling sorry for yourself. Shut up . My turn to talk." Wade closed his mouth obediently but glared, mouth twisting in anger. "I get it. Your wife died. Your kid died. And yeah, that sucks, but you got yourself a new love of your life and now ya got a new kid who needs you and you're about to lose everything again. "

Wade blinked and frowned. "I won't lose Peter."

Logan chuckled darkly. "You really think that boy will stay if you force him to choose."

"I -" Wade opened and closed his mouth, then looked down. He was right, there was no way Peter would stay with him. If he forced him to get rid of them, it would probably break him. If he gave him the choice, Wade or the kid, he would pick the kid. What parent wouldn't choose their kid first? "I can't be a father. I just can't."

"Tough shit," Logan sneered. "Ya are one. Now ya got a choice, stay with Peter and help raise your kid or leave and be a deadbeat dad and a worse boyfriend."

Wade glared at the floor. This wasn't fair, he didn't want a kid. "And what if he gets rid of them. What then."

Logan huffed. "Then you better invest in some real damn good birth control or we'll be right back here next time he gets pregnant."

Wade snarled and shoved Logan off of him, this was shit. Why couldn't fucking Death do her fucking job. If she had actually done it right then he wouldn't be in this mess.

Fucking Death. Fucking Logan. Fucking Peter . Fucking babies .

Maybe he should just leave. Just go and never come back. Peter would be fine, he has May and Tony and all of his friends to help him, he doesn't need Wade messing up his life anymore than he already has. Yeah, he'll just go.

"Well, this has been fun." Wade said sarcastically as he went to grab his mask from the floor. " Not ."

"That's it?" Logan scoffed. "Just gonna fuck off somewhere now? Leave Peter and your kid high and dry?"

"That's the plan." Wade said in false joy. He moved towards the door only to be stopped by Logan. "Move Wolvey. Chats over, time for me to fuck off."

"Have you even talked to him?"

Wade shrugged. "He left a message earlier."

"Let me guess, you ain't gonna listen to it." Wade shrugged in answer and Logan shook his head, disappointed. "You can't just give up on him. Not now, not when he needs you the most."

"Right, sure thing big boy." Wade rolled his eyes and huffed, putting his mask back on and gestured towards the door. "Now, if you'll excuse me."

Logan sighed in defeat and moved out of the way. "Just call him, okay, or at the very least listen to his message."

Wade didn't answer, he just walked out the door and headed towards the stairs to get out of this apartment building. Maybe go on a job, yeah that's a good idea. He'll take a job. Shooting bad guys always helped him think.

"Wade!" Logan called out after him. "Wade!"

Wade lifted up a gloved hand and flipped him off over his shoulder as he continued walking. "I'll think about it."