Chapter Seven: The Carnival

Within the past twenty-four hours Peter had much to think about and much to do. And as he was such a meticulous little shit he decided to finish his homework for the rest of the week. That little distraction didn't even take five hours before he was once again looking up at the ceiling wondering between reality and... well not fantasy but certainly a dream-ish scape.

The talk with Nat had helped, a lot. Not that he would ever admit it aloud. But then again when your self-appointed therapist/listener was a spy who excelled in reading body language (Peter was still firm that Nat could read minds. How else would she know half the shit she did before anyone else even formed the thought?) speaking aloud wasn't an option.

Spending a few hours as just Spiderman and Deadpool patrolling and kicking bad guy butt had helped. Deadpool had given him the luxury of not bringing anything up about any relationships which had helped a lot. It had been nice. Of course once they were done for the night Peter had felt Deadpool watching him as he'd swung away back towards Stark Tower.

Peter rolled onto his side to flip his phone on. No messages or missed calls. Peter ignored the clench in his stomach to get up. Not hearing from Wade was good, or so he told himself. They had agreed on their next date last night so they didn't need to talk or text but Peter still wanted his stupid phone to chime and let him know he had a message. He sighed, this whole situation was so much better when he knew Deadpool liked him but he hadn't paid much attention to it. Now it was unavoidable.

A knock on his door had him jerking up and clearing his throat.

"Y-Yeah?"

"Peter it's me." Steve called.

"Come in!" Peter threw his phone on his nightstand before giving all his attention to Steve. "Hey pops. W-What's up?" Steve moved aside to show Tony standing behind Steve looking petulant. "Dad?"

"We want to talk to you Peter. And without shouting this time." Steve assured seeing Peter's stiff body language.

"Oh, uh, okay." Peter relaxed. Steve smiled slightly before he walked over and took a seat on the bed a little ways apart from Peter. Tony on the other hand plopped onto the desk chair and wheeled it over to his husband and son. "So what did you want to talk about?" Peter looked from Tony to Steve then back to Steve.

"How have your dates with Deadpool been going?" Steve asked.

"Uh, alright. We really haven't done much other than dinner and a movie."

"And when's your next date?" Peter noted that Steve hadn't said 'last'. Tony caught it too as the air around him seemed to darken.

"Are you okay dad?" Peter asked.

"Fine." Tony answered shortly. "Answer the question."

"Okay. Uh, Wa- Deadpool suggested going to the carnival in Central Park tonight."

"That sounds nice." Steve smiled. "I remember the first carnival I went to when I woke up. Your dad took me." Peter smiled. "It was also our first kiss."

"Dad always said you guys kissed after he saved your life." Steve threw Tony a look reserved for five year olds. Tony, for his part smiled sheepishly. The air around him lightened.

"What? I did save your life."

"From a five foot tall teddy bear." Steve deadpanned.

"Those things are vicious. They strangle you while your walking and suffocate you in your sleep." Peter and Steve chuckled. Tony met Peter's gaze and he sighed. "Peter I have to ask, are you interested in seeing Deadpool after these charity dates are over?"

"I want to." Peter admitted slowly, ignoring the slight blush on his face.

"Peter..." Tony was cut off.

"Stop dad. I know what you're going to say and I don't care. Well I really do care because I want you guys to all get along. Wa- Deadpool's not that bad once you get past his rambling. In fact he's a lot like me in terms of sarcasm and rambling. He's sweet and caring to me and to people who don't treat him like a walking time bomb. He's not a killer 24/7- in fact he hasn't killed anyone in months because I asked him not too. I hope you just give him a chance. Pops gave you one even after you proved you were a dick to everyone but me." Peter gasped for air. Steve chuckled while Tony groaned, putting his face in his hands.

"I think you made your point Peter."

"I hope you don't regret this kid." Tony sighed.

"Tony." Steve warned.

"Dad!"

"I'm just saying. Better to be prepared about this whole thing. We all know who we're talking about right? Might as well keep one eye op- wha!" Steve had grabbed Tony and threw him over his shoulder. "STEVE!"

"Okay we will be leaving. Uh let us know when you're going to leave for your date okay son?"

"You muscle head put. Me. Down!"

"Will do pops." Peter snickered. Steve nodded before he walked to the door, Tony in hand. Well in arms. "Be gentle with him pops."

"Do you have everything?" Vision asked. Peter quickly shoved his shoes onto his feet.

"I think I do." Peter responded. "Mask in is my pocket, suit is on underneath my civilian clothes, cell phone in other pocket and wallet in jeans."

"Do you require a bag pack for your civilian clothes?" Vision asked.

"Would be a good idea in case I win any prizes too huh?" Peter smiled.

"Exactly, sir." One quick shot of webbing and Peter was holding his backpack. "I do believe your webs have made you lazy."

"You walk through walls, Wanda can hear people's thoughts, Nat reads people's secrets and pop's has puppy dog eyes. If you guys have powers to do the little things than so can I."

"Deadpool is waiting in the lobby Peter." Friday reported.

"Does anyone else know?"

"No. Tony and Steve are in the lab. Everyone else is out for the evening."

"Wanda is in her room." Vision reported. Peter smiled slightly at the android.

"So when are you planning on courting her?" Vision jerked into an strict military stand.

"I-I don't-" Peter internally laughed at Vision's disrupted composure. "That is- Um..."

"Hey I'm just kidding." Peter smiled as he got into the elevator. Vision cleared his throat and nodded once.

"Right. Well what time shall I say you'll be returning?"

"Maybe after midnight. It's a carnival and it's a bit of a drive." Vision nodded before turning as the doors closed. "You should take her somewhere fun. I think she'd like that." Peter called. The doors closed.

"Smooth." Friday muttered. Peter shrugged.

"What? Wanda knows what it's like to be confined all the time. It's not healthy."

"I suppose we should just be happy she's not dating a mercenary too." Friday quipped. Peter rolled his eyes.

"Wait till you get a body."

"I don't plan to. Vision has ruined the experience for me."

"So you're just going to stay apart of dad's butler system and his suits?" The elevator was only one floor from the lobby. Peter pulled on his mask.

"I prefer it. This way I can keep an eye on all of you delinquent children." The doors binged open allowing Peter to see into the giant lobby of Stark Tower. The only thing that interrupted the cold, high tech lobby flow was the man. He was dressed in jeans, a t-shirt, jacket and red and black mask. Peter felt his throat go dry as Deadpool called out.

"Hey baby boy!" Spiderman calmly walked out of the elevator. "You're looking good. Though between you and me I prefer the spandex."

"Whatever Pool." Spiderman rolled his eyes. Deadpool made a choked sound.

"Oh my god!" Spiderman saw a flash before Deadpool was kneeling in front of him with his hands in his. Peter blinked in confusion until he realized what Deadpool was doing. A hot blush quickly formed across his face making Peter feel like his face was in front of a fire. "You're hands." Deadpool cooed rubbing Peter's hands against his mask as if he could feel Peter's skin.

"Deadpool! Get up you idiot." Deadpool ignored him and started to massage Peter's hands in his.

"They're so... Beautiful." Deadpool whispered. The flush on Peter's face spread down his neck and to his ears.

"Deadpool!" Peter hissed seeing security staring at them. "Get up you weirdo." Deadpool got up but he didn't let go of Peter's hands.

"If I wasn't sure before I definitely am now. You're a gorgeous babe aren't you?" And there went Peter's hope that his blush wouldn't spread. "With hands like these I'm guessing so. What do you need a scarred fuck up like me for?" Peter frowned.

"Don't make me web you up again Deadpool. This is not the time for a pity party and we are not doing this now. We are going to the carnival so be happy." Peter switched their holds so now he was the one holding onto Deadpool's scarred hands. He started pulling him to the doors.

"Ow, baby boy, you're manhandling me." Deadpool cried. "At least save that for when we're in bed." Peter resolutely ignored his blush.

"So what are we supposed to do if you get swarmed by millions of people asking for autographs?" Deadpool asked as he and Spidey walked through Central Park not minding the families walking beside them that were either too wrapped up in themselves or hadn't yet realized the vigilante's were beside them.

"Don't worry." Spidey answered shrugging. "I'm all yours for the next few hours. Unless someone robs a bank or starts a police chase." Deadpool couldn't argue against that as Spiderman was still holding his hand. Yep, you read that right. They're still holding hands.

"God I hope no one is that stupid tonight. Please have mercy on me writer!" (Maybe she will, maybe she won't) "Fuck please no interruptions."

"The only one interrupting is you Wade."

"I love it when you say my name." Wade admitted. "But I still don't know your name." Spiderman was quiet. "You don't have to tell me but I just thought-"

"Peter."

"What?"

"Peter."

"Y-You actually told me your... Why?" Wade asked pulling them to a stop. Spidey- no- Peter looked back with a tilt of his head like a puppy. Fuck that was cute. "Why would you tell me your name? And after all this time?"

"Why not? I think I can trust you not to tell anyone else. Besides, we are friends right?"

"Friends..."

"Best friends?"

"Boyfriend?" Deadpool asked slyly. "Come on, admit it. You like me like me." Peter rolled his eyes. Wade might not be able to see Peter's eyes but he always knew when Peter was rolling his eyes at him. It was his sixth sense.

"We've only been on three dates and not all of them were traditional dates."

"Fuck tradition Spi- Peter. We ain't traditional in any sense of the word. Besides, I know you like me." Wade grinned before pulling a stiff Peter towards the carnival at a faster pace. "What are we waiting for? I want to go on the Ferris Wheel."

"Slow down already. We'll get there." Peter called. Deadpool only stopped once they were standing in front of the giant pale green wheel. Peter felt his excitement levels rise as he looked all around at the people having fun. The lights on display along with the sounds of children screaming and laughter from all around seemed to highlight the moment Spiderman and Deadpool locked eyes.

Deadpool drew closer to Spidey's ear causing Peter's spider senses to heighten. Instead of the childish tone he usually associated with Deadpool it was a huskier and deeper voice that whispered,

"Want to go for a ride baby boy?" Peter shuddered before he replied.

"We're around kids Wade."

"They won't know what we're doing. They're parents might but that's because you probably won't be able to keep quiet."

"Keep talking like that and you're not getting anything." Peter decided to add to Wade's stress by kissing his cheek and getting in line for the Ferris Wheel.

"Tease."

"Only because I like you." Deadpool was by Peter's side immediately.

"Care to repeat that Peter?"

"Okay. 'That Peter.'" Deadpool chuckled.

"Someone's being a smart ass."

"If I remember correctly, you like my ass."

"Honey I could write poetry about dat ass. Matter of fact I have. Wanna hear?"

"No."

"No fun."

"I'm plenty of fun."

"In bed."

"Not that you would know."

"I'm going to repeat this because it applies so well. You sir, are a fuckin' tease."

GM NASAI: (GASP) What is this? A new chapter? So soon? Oh my god! The sky is falling! The world is ending! The flying men are here!

No I'm just kidding. Yes I do have a sense of humor though at times it is twisted. Anyway enough of that. Yes I updated! And so soon too. The reason being... well if you've seen or heard about the Andrew Garfield/Ryan Reynolds kiss at the Golden Globes you'd know why. Yes it really happened and yes, it fueled my SpideyPool desires. I'm sorry if your offended if I consider it art but it's my POV anyway. Though I doubt anyone here would say so as this is a SpideyPool fic. Just have to be sure, people be trippin' these days about dis shite. Anyway, that famous debacle fueled my muse and inspired me to write this next half. So please read, review, comment, argue, and defend our way of life. It is beautiful.