Peter let Wade out the front door with his plate piled high with leftovers and wrapped in plastic wrap. The Merc hummed Christmas carols merrily as he waved good bye to the teen.
Peter didn't need his Spidey-sense to know he was in big trouble when he turned around. Matt stood with his arms crossed and brow furrowed, Tony and Steve flanked him with similar looks of disapproval.
"What the hell Peter!" Matt started off the party. "Why does Wade Wilson know where you live?"
"He is a mercenary Peter! Literally gets paid to kill people!" Steve added.
"Only bad peo …." Peter was cut off by Tony.
"Zip it kid! The adults are talking, and I think we know a little more about your 'friend' then you do!" He snapped.
"Tony is right! You can't be hanging around with ….."
What he couldn't be hanging around with, Peter never found out, because everything was cut short by the loud crack of a wooden spoon on the back of the heads of three grown men.
As one, the men turned with a surprised look.
May stood there in all her five-foot two glory, offending spoon held out like a sword to emphasize the words that were coming out of her mouth.
"Now correct me if I am wrong, but the last time I checked, I was Peter's guardian, not any of you! How dare you think that you have any right to chastise the boy for doing something good! I may not know Wade like you all seem to, but I know an injured soul when I see one, and of all the people that sat at my table tonight that man needed a family the most!"
"May, that man …." The wooden spoon rapped Tony's fingers as he stepped forward to protest.
"I get that you all are just looking out for my nephew, but in case you haven't notice Peter has a knack for enduring himself to some pretty strange individuals. He can't help it, people are just drawn to his light! I mean, look at who is here tonight!" She straightened herself up and continued. "If you are worried that Wade is going to be a bad influence, I suggest you take a moment to consider that. No amount of darkness is going to turn this boy away from that golden moral compass he has, if anything he will, and probably already has, made Wade a better person."
The three men stood there in absolute, stunned silence.
"Come on Peter, help me with the last of the plates." May said, switching back to her happy self in a blink of the eye.
Peter took one last look at the men's faces before bounding off after his aunt.
Once they were alone in the kitchen May leaned over to him and whispered.
"How did Wade get in the house?" She asked. Peter flinched.
"We should probably invest in some better locks." He admitted.
May simply nodded as if expecting that answer.