Chapter 6: Time Passes By
A/N: Last chapter before the time skip of five years and then to the 'time heist'. Of course. Tony is a little more enthusiastic about it here. However, he didn't try to do it earlier, because Loki's note said five years.
Triggers: Slight tipsy character, swearing, mentions of sexual content, heavy kissing, brief mention of future/past canonical events, violence, threatening words, and mention of death.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Tony was just about going to sleep at around half past one in the morning, anxiety keeping him awake, his son had found someone to love and it happened to be a mercenary. He fell asleep, hands clasping the necklace tightly. He walked over to the couch and sat down plainly on his lover's lap, wrapping his legs around the taller man, his arms around his neck. Loki's arms snaked around him tightly, "Tsk, tsk, Stark. Drinking?" he playfully teased, whispering into his ear where his hair would have fallen into Tony's face if not for the complex looking braid. Tony shivered at the god of mischief's words, whispering back, "You should have been there to celebrate today... I missed you, so I thought a little pick me up wouldn't hurt." Loki took his face in his left hand gently, as if examining him for something, "I see. And exactly how many 'pick me ups' did you consume, my love?" Tony thought for a moment or two, "Four glasses. I didn't mix and we got home fine, thanks to Happy, gorgeous. Don't you worry that highly functioning brain of yours on little old me." The Asgardian chuckled, teasing him, "I suppose that means you shall not be wanting affection, in that case, my dear." The engineer sat up too quickly, causing his head to spin, "My prince...please..." he asked imploringly, using the nickname he knew Loki liked more than the others, meeting the green gaze of his lover. The sorcerer smirked, whispering silkenly into his ear, "Will you do as I ask of you, darling? " Tony gasped out breathlessly, "Yes." Loki looked at him expectantly so he rephrased himself, "Yes, my prince." The long haired man smirked dangerously, "Much better, my consort~" The inventor gasped softly, "Can you please not call me that? I love you so much, Lo - it's just that makes me...well, hot blooded." Loki chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to just beside his mouth, his boyfriend was so much more fun to tease when be consumed alcohol of Midgard. "That, my dear, is exactly why I use it~" he replied in the same silken voice. The inventor looked at him heatedly, "Then please, my prince, upstairs?" The god of mischief chuckled with a smirk, picking the man he loved up and carrying him upstairs where he managed to do quite a bit more than simply tease his beloved, sating both of their needs. Tony woke soon after murmuring, "Love you." He woke up and showered, thinking he would go to the gym room later to blow off some steam. He found Peter in the kitchen, cheerfully humming to himself while making oatmeal, "Morning dad." he greeted. Tony smiled at him, putting coffee on and making some toast, "Hi Peter. Sleep okay?" He nodded, "I did. Ned asked if I could go to his house later, is that okay?" He sat down with his coffee and toast, spreading it evenly with strawberry jam, "Sure. Be careful." He nodded, finishing his sweet tea, "I will. I'm about to head there now. So...see you later?" He nodded but added, "Give your old man a squeeze before you go" Peter sighrd softly hut nodded, "Of course!" he rose and hugged the engineer tightly. He hugged his adoptive son close, "Got your phone and money?" Peter nodded, putting his hoodie on, a small black satchel over his shoulder, "I have them, dad." Tony nodded, finishing his coffee and getting up to do the dishes, "Call me if anything happens you need help for, super or not." Peter smiled at him, "Of course I will, dad. Bye!" he replied cheerfully. Tony nodded, making a pot of coffee and bringing it to his lab with him to do some more work on a new Spiderman suit for Peter, with new upgrades that he thought would better protect his son.
Peter walked to Ned's house but since he was visiting him as Spiderman, which in hindsight was a horrible decision looking back, but it was what happened. Despite the fact that Peter had just wanted a quiet evening with his friend, building Star Wars lego. Wade was nearby Queens, picking up a rare kind of cleaner for his katanas, clove oil that could only be found in new-age places like the one he had just come out of. He spotted something he hadn't wanted to see, despite wanting to see the web-slinger again as soon as possible; Spiderman was fighting four people, one about two feet taller than him and he was clearly struggling. He nodded, storing the clove oil in a tree while he approached the guys and started helping. Wade was fighting furiously as per the norm for him, his crush was at his six, watching his back when the surprise attack happened. However, a spanner in the works appeared in the form of the aforementioned burly bag of muscle who started fighting Peter, who tried his best to hold his own, but the other guy was just too strong. He punched Peter square in the jaw a couple of times, causing him to sway and whimper at the pain of the bruise. Furious at whoever had the gall to hurt Peter, he slipped one of his katanas out of the holster on his back and placed it onthe guy's shoulder, hissing like a feral cat in a most menacing way, "Get the fuck away from him pronto or I'll make you wish you'd worn brown pants today. Capische?" He scored the guy's neck with his blade before the other sprinted away from him. He knew that the other was capable of holding his own, but he didn't fight dirty like he did, or so he thought. He couldn't help but use the situation to his advantage, this might just be his ace to ask the webster out. He didn't think twice about it when he picked him up and gently held him, speaking softly, "C'mon, Skywalker. Let me take care of you?" He was a bit shaken and shook himself off, asking the mercenary he was crushing on, wrapping his arms around his neck, "What happened, Kitty?" He blushed darkly under his mask at being given a nickname too, if they did ever date, he had a thousand nicknames planned, speaking softly, knowing his ears must be ringing from the punch, he was a bit of an expert on that after all, "Some shit-for-brains idiot tried to punch your lights out. Big mistake. I got 'em before they could hurt your pretty face." Peter giggled a bit, hiding his face in Wade's neck, clueing the merc in that he was blushing which made him grin, regardless to what happened, this was definitely a good sign for him. He softly spoke, "Wade, you're flustering meee… Where did I get hit?" Deadpool smiled warmly at the spider, stroking his face, he'd taken off his mask to inspect his injury, valuing his health over his secrecy as he traced the bruise gently, the skin around it was already swelling, "Square in this handsome face that should be making cities weep or something. I mean, look at you – so sweet and small and innocent. Then again, not like anyone can see your cuteness behind your spider-suit, huh?" he rambled a bit, his worry for the shorter man showing in his words but his flirtatious energy still flowed. Peter sighed in exasperation, looking him dead in the eyes as he tried to protest, "You don't know that. I'll have you know that I've literally killed peo—" He took a chance, taking a deep breath and kissing the web-slinger's unharmed cheek softly, but it managed to stop him from talking. He shifted his hold of the web-slinger he loved so he could place a finger on his lips before speaking affectionately, "Ssh, Stark. So cute. And only I get to see it when we're fighting, even if this is the first time I've seen you suited up, despite it being up here doesn't mean it doesn't affect down here~" he pointed to his eyes and heart respectively, knowing that he was flustering the twenty year old, but it was distracting him from the pain in his cheek, so he took the chance to do that by flirting, if nothing but to see the adorable brown haired man blush and flouder at his suggestive words and tone. They hadn't talked much, but had actually texted back and forth quite a bit now. He moved again, holding the other in his arms gently, the others arms and legs wrapped around him, almost as though they were stuck there. He whined, resting his head on Wade's shoulder, "Stoppp!" The mercenary smirked at his friend who he hoped to become more, walking with him towards the Avenger's Tower, not knowing where Peter and Tony lived, there was no need to call Dopinder and there was no way in hell he was letting Peter swing them there when dizzy and hurt, even if only a punch so he replied flirtatiously, "Nope~ Your blushing freckled face is too cute to ignore, Skywalker." He didn't even have to look at the other male to know that he was blushing, he knew he was. Peter gasped softly, catching sight of the shiner he'd received in a puddle of water on the floor from the rain last night. He quietly told his charming friend, "Shoot, Dad's going to kill me for getting hurt… I was supposed to be going to meet my friend…" The blue eyed man kissed his cheek again gently – hoping he wasn't being too forward, replying soothingly. "Nah, don't sweat it, Webster. Your spidey-healing will get rid of it. …Unless you want me to attempt to kiss it better?" He blushed but looked at him as he happily replied, grinning at the fact that the other felt the same, "Please do that, Wade. Um, I'm not sure if you know from our texts…but I really like you, Kitty."
He grinned at the New Yorker he loved, his mind swimming and heart hammering in his chest, putting on as much false confidence as possible as he replied suggestively, "I noticed, little Stark. See, I picked up on the fact that you use Star Wars references to flirt. It's fucking adorable, honestly." Peter kissed his nose bashfully, knowing precisely what he was referring to, "You know me too well, Kitty." Wade smirked as he whispered directly into his ear, "Just well enough, sweet spider boy." He kissed his lips firmly but was gentle, careful to avoid contact with his injury, happy to finally have kissed the brown haired man that he met at the wedding of Captain America and his new friend Bucky. Peter realised what direction they were headed in and asked, "Why are we going there?" Wade replied softly, "Because I don't know where you live, sweet spider. Wait a second, Webster – you said you like me back, right? So, what are we?" Peter blushed but looked into his eyes, "I'd like to date you, if that's okay? I mean I understand if not—" he was once agin interrupted by a kiss from the merc with a mouth, to his lips this time, "All I need to know is that I'm yours, short n' sweet." he murmured lovingly. Peter blushed before kissing his nose, "Wade, I'm fine. You can put me down if that's okay?" he softly spoke. The mercenary pouted, "Do I have to, short n' sweet?" The spider laughed a little, "Not if you don't want to, but if we go in there like this, they'll be questions." Deadpool smiled softly, "Why don't I bring you home then? …If you can give me directions? Hey, your cheek is fine? What the fuck? How did it heal like that?" He grinned, "I have a healing factor. Part of my spidey-sense thing. I can swing us there, Kitty." he replied cheerfully. Wade smirked a bit, "I knew that, dear but like…that bruise should've taken like a day at least to heal. It took you half an hour. That's fucking insane, little Stark. And absolutely, if you think you're up for it, baby/" Peter loved being called sweet things by the merc, he figured this much by now so he simply giggled and replied, "I know, right? It's weird but hey, it's helpful so it's all good, I guess! Now, c'mon, darling." Wade felt as thought air had been kicked forcibly out of his lungs at being called 'darling' by the sweet spider, so ne nodded, "Sure. Let's go, baby." He wrapped his arms around Peter's waist, almost like hugging him from behind and Peter swung them over buildings and and rooftops until they were back at his house, the sound of AC/DC blasting and his dad singing along to it with the sounds of metal clanking in the background made him smile. He blushed upon realising, "Um…he might not let you stay. Let me go down and ask. I'm the only one allowed ot bother him when he's done there." he grinned at that, kissing Wade's cheek, going on his tiptoes to do so. While he walked away, Wade gently touched his cheek where the other had kissed, thinking himself a lucky bastard for managing to sweep the spider off of his feeet, or rather, the reverse if you want to be technical. Tony heard the door open and knew it had to be Peter, "You're back early. Everything okay, kid?" he asked, getting up and pausing the music so he could wipe his hands on his shop jeans, looking at Peter with a small smile. Peter shuffled his feet and was blushing, "Um, hey dad. Hey, remember the guy I was talking to at Captain Barnes' wedding? I got into a fight with a couple of guys, they kind of ambushed me actually, but anyways, he saved me and I was wondering if he could stay here and hang out with me for a while?" he was babbling, a nervous habit that Tony knew all too well. He put a hand on his shoulder and nodded, "Let me guess, you little rebel – he's a bad boy. Of course he can hang out with you, Peter. Just…be careful, okay?" he gave him a stern look before smiling. Peter smiled happily, hugging his dad close, "Thank you, dad! …He's kind of not but kind of is, if that makes sense? He's also a superhero, I think." Tony stopped stock still for a second and replied, "Let me guess, Wade Wilson? Hm, I'll have to have a little discussion with him in a bit about his intentions with my son, but okay." Peter laughed softly, "Sure. Just go easy on him, okay?" Tony smirked, "That would be no fun, but if you insist, kid. Now, shoo and go spend time with your boyfriend." Petere gaped at that word but stammered, "H-how did…how did you know?" A smirk flitted onto Tony's feautes, "Just a hunch, squirt." He went back to the suit, but he was mostly blocking it so Peter didn't see what he was working on. He and Wade spent most of the rest of the day in his room, mostly talking and getting to know each other, Peter hadn't stopped blushing throughout the entire encounter. He was allowed, by Tony, to stay for dinner – they ordered a pizza, and it was a fairly uneventful affair. Tony couldn't deny being delighted that his son seemed so happy and in love, even inf with a mercenary. Wade left about an hour after dinner, sad to go but happy that he had spent most of the day with his boyfriend.
That night, when Tony went to sleep, he clutched the necklace a little looser than usual, falling asleep. He flopped down onto the couch, wrapping an arm around the Asgardian happily, "Hi, Reindeer Games" Loki pursed his lips slightly, "Must you call me that, my dear?" he sighed, snaking his arms around the other's waist. He rested his head on Loki's shoulder, burying his face in the citrusy-smelling long black hair that had been left down for tonight, "I don't know if I should be mad at you or not, babe." Loki arched an eyebrow, pulling him closer to him by the waist, "Oh? Pray tell, what is it I have done to anger you, my darling?" Tony looked at him, "I have reason to believe that it you that put the idea into Peter's head that bad boys are irresistible." The Asgardian simply smirked at him, sinking a hand into his shorter dark hair, stroking it gently, chuckling softly, "Ah, now I see what ails you, Anthony. Well, if you are looking for someone to blame for that particular lesson then perhaps you should look to yourself and not to me. After all, it was you that showcased our love first to him, was it not?" Tony sighed, peppering Loki's neck with soft kisses, "You got me there, babe. I guess I did. Oops." The prince had an impish look in his eyes, a smirk etched on his lips, "Who is it, pray tell, that managed to ensnare our son's heart, beloved?" The inventor shivered, whining slightly, "Dammit, Lo…you know what calling me that does. Oh, it's the new Avenger, Wade Wilson." Loki's smirk only seemed to grow more, "Ah, so it does balance out like that…how interesting." The superhero raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean, my frost prince?" He chuckled, a low rumbling noise that set Tony on edge, "Think of it like this, darling – Peter is so like you. Surely, it was only a matter of time until he found a tall dark stranger that would charm his way into his life." Tony didn't speak for a few minutes but reached to kiss Loki's lips, "Then I guess that is kind of interesting, my prince. …You know that you're handsome, so why leave that part out?" Loki sighed at him, this had been an issue they had fought or sometimes bickered about; being a Jotun or, frost giant, and having lived on Asgard as a child, Loki had thought himself a hideous monster in his true form, something Tony had tried to rectify. Loki kissed his forehead, "Come, let us not argue whilst we are here, my iron warrior. I simply wish to lay with you, beloved. May I?" he looked into his eyes, green and so full of love. Anthony kissed his lips gently, wrapping his arms around the longer haired man's neck gently, "Carry me, my frost pricne?" He nodded, rising to carry his lover upstairs to lay in their bed together. Tony woke after snuggling up to him and saying, "I love you and you're absolutely beautiful, blue skin and red eyes or not." He sighed and rose, yawning as he showered and trimmed his goatee, going downstairs to get some coffee.
