Wade sat at home, glued to the phone, waiting for Peter's impending call. It had been a couple of hours now, which was something of a good thing, as it had taken the mercenary until nightfall to get away from S.H.I.E.L.D. and all their questions about the airship. However he was starting to worry at how long it was taking Peter to call.
{Just call him, the suspense is killing me!}
[Are you kidding? Tony runs that tower, if he sees that we're calling he's not going to let us through.]
{But, but,}
[No buts, we're going to sit and wait for his call.]
{But he's our baby boy!}
[He's not our baby boy, we broke up remember? And I said no buts.]
{Puh-lease, you saw what happened out there, he's still ours. And I like butts, especially Spidey's.}
[Ughh, you're disgusting.]
{Aww come on, have you looked at it? It's beautiful!}
[Well yes, it is rather attractive.]
{I know, right! I think the spandex really accentuates its sexiness.}
"Will you two shush, I'm expecting a call," Deadpool demanded of his inner voices.
{Oh my god, I think he's broken. How could you NOT want to talk about Spidey's tush? You love the Spidey tush!}
[Plus I don't think concentrating on the phone will make him call any quicker.] Wade was about to retort with a sci-fi reference when a knock at the door grabbed his attention. [We should probably get that.]
"But the phone, what if he calls?" the merc protested, motioning to the phone.
[May I remind you that we have a cordless phone, you can take it with you to the door.]
"Oh, right." Wade picked up the phone and made his way to the door, ready to tell whoever it was to bugger off, until he actually opened the door.
"Hey Wade." Peter greeted him with a sad smile, eyes bloodshot from tears and a backpack and suitcase in hand.
"P-peter!?"
{Peter's butt!}
[Just, get out.]
"What are you doing here, I thought you were gonna call?"
"I thought so too, but then things went south with my folks. Mind if I come in?" the younger man asked, nodding towards the inside of the apartment.
"Of course." Deadpool stepped aside to let the younger man pass. After closing the door behind him, the mercenary swooped in to take the Peter's bags which he then placed beside the couch that Peter took a seat on. "So what happened?" Wade asked as he sat down beside the brunette.
"Well, I told my dads how I felt. There was yelling, screaming, and eventually I just decided to leave. Plus, I kind of got kicked out." Peter informed him, voice fading to a whisper as painful feelings began to rise again. The younger man looked down at his hands, not wanting the mercenary to see his expression slip into something like shame, or any tears that managed to push their way up.
"Oh... I'm sorry," the mercenary apologized, guilt quickly blossoming at the knowledge that he was to blame for a decent amount of this, if not all of it.
"It's okay, it was my decision. I couldn't sit back and let then run my life forever. Well, it was mostly Tony but..." Peter words trailed off, attempting to compose his emotions as they were beginning to overflow again. "You mind if I stay here for a while?" he asked suddenly, trying to get off the subject of his parents.
"Not at all, stay as long as you like. But I've got to warn you, I only have one single sized bed, so we're gonna have to snuggle up real close," Deadpool said as he slipped an arm around the shorter man's neck, more as a joke to cheer him up than an actual come on, though he was looking forward to the snuggling.
The college student scoffed, not bothering to react to the arm on his shoulder.
"Thanks. Don't worry, I won't be a free-loader for long. I'm going to try to find a proper job."
"A job? How are you gonna work, go to school, and be Spider-man all at once. I know you're amazing and all but isn't that a bit much?"
{Ha, I see what you did there.}
"I was thinking I'd just drop out for now."
"What!"
"Well I can't quit being Spider-man, and I need the money now so school is-"
"No!" the mercenary interjected, finally getting the younger man to look up at his masked face. "You're not becoming a dropout on my watch mister. You're gonna finish college and get a good career out of it," he stated, wagging a finger at the slightly confused brunette.
"But there are bills to pay now."
"They're my bills, and I'll pay them. If I could survive this long, I can support you, I just have to re-think my budgeting."
[Looks like we're not getting those Hippity Hops.]
{NOOO! Why must the world be so cruel?}
"It's worth it for Peter." The younger man smiled weakly at the older man's concern, but it soon slipped away as the consequences of his decision began to sink in.
"I'm gonna have to find a new way to get to school now that I won't be driven. I'll have to get up very early to get to school on time on foot. And what about my phone, will they cut it off, will I have to start paying the bill? What about food, who's going to cook?" Problems and concerns continued to pop into the younger man's mind, eventually causing him to groan in frustration as he let his head fall into his hands. "What have I done?"
"You could always go back home," Deadpool reminded him, receiving a shake of the head from the younger, though he did not lift his head.
"No, that would be admitting defeat. I will stand my ground, prove to my dads that I don't need to be babied. That I can choose things and handle things myself, and that includes who I want to be with." Peter then went quiet for a moment. As Wade watched the younger man, he quickly realized that the situation was no longer just about him and Peter dating, it was a fight for independence, the mercenary was just the trigger to the volcano that had lain in wait for years. "My dads... what do you suppose they think of me now? They must be so ashamed," the brunette said with a sad, self-pitying chuckle.
"Of course not Peter, it's going to be fine, don't worry," Wade assured him, but received no response aside from slow, shaky breaths.
"Need to cry it out?" he offered, opening his arms to Peter, who didn't lift his head from his hands.
"No. I'm a grown man, I shouldn't need to cry," the brunette said stubbornly.
"Don't forget you're human, it's okay to have a meltdown. Just don't unpack and live there. Cry it out and then refocus on where you're headed," Wade said, his arms still held out invitingly to the younger man, who chuckled weakly.
"Where'd you get that from, a fortune cookie?"
"Kids' movie actually, but that's not the point." The college student laughed almost naturally for a moment before drifting into silence. After a quiet pause, Peter leaned towards Wade, who was quick to pull him into his arms and lap. Peter didn't fight being moved, he just let himself sink into the loving, comforting embrace. Then the tears started to fall. For some time it was quiet, no loud sounds, no jokes from the mercenary, just the two men cuddling as the severity of the situation sank in.
*Time Skip*
Peter had eventually fallen asleep in Deadpool's lap, who then proceeded to gently move him to the one bed in the house. Once he knew the college student was comfortable, Wade sat in his armchair in front of the T.V., sighed, and picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey there mon Capitan." Wade greeted Steve, who seemed only half-surprised by the call.
"Wade, good evening. May I ask why you're calling?" the blond queried, though he had a decent idea that it had something to do with his son.
"I believe I have something of yours."
"Peter." Steve confirmed. "Is he alright?"
"Yeah, well, physically. I think his insides are a bit broken."
"I figured," Steve sighed before slipping into silence.
"So when can I expect someone over to get him, or do you want me to hand deliver him?"
"Excuse me?"
"Come on Cap, we all know my place isn't the safest place for him to stay. I mean I'd love to have him around 24/7, I'm even willing to clean the place up, but I have a lot of enemies, and so does he. He would be a lot safer at his high tech home with his super dads. Besides, he should be with his family while he has one. You should know better than anyone that people can be ripped from your life in an instant," Wade explained, leaving Steve speechless for a while as he processed what he had heard.
"That's... I'll be honest, I'm impressed Wilson. That's very considerate of you."
"I know right, bring a good guy suuucks sometimes." The mercenary then heard something he never thought he would, an honest to god laugh from Captain America at his joke!
[Maybe we can convince him to let us date Peter yet.]
{Charming skills activate!}
"It does, doesn't it. Well I appreciate you playing the good guy, but I don't think Peter will be coming home" Steve said, to the Deadpool's surprise. It had taken a huge effort for him to work up the heart to try and send the younger man home, and now the father just rejected it? "At least for a bit. If I showed up and tried to drag him home he'd only fight, and both he and Tony are still upset, so forcing them together probably won't work out to well."
"Right, can't have Iron Man and Spidey blowing up New York can we?"
"No," another chuckle from the blond. "That wouldn't be good at all. But I could see them getting in their suits and going at it if they got riled up enough."
"Yeah, who do you think would win though? I have my money on Spider-man, and not just because I think he's the cutest thing ever," Deadpool asked as he flipped onto his back, flinging his legs over an arm of the chair as if he was having a casual conversation with a friend.
"I don't know, Tony does have the better technology." the blond said, deciding to play along.
"Yes, but Petey knows that suit just as well as tin man, so he would know its weaknesses. Plus most of Peter's abilities are from himself, not his clothes."
Steve hadn't intended it, but he ended up having a decent conversation with the merc with a mouth. Half of it was because he was actually kind of enjoying talking about his son with someone that seemed to love him just as much as the Captain, and half because he knew Peter was serious about Wade, so Steve had to start trying to get used to the mercenary being in his life.
