It had been around two weeks now, and Tony and Peter hadn't said a word to each other. After some persistence and some coaxing from Wade, Steve had gotten in contact with his son a couple times, but the two inventors were in a stalemate, neither willing to talk until the other apologized. This eventually led to Tony drinking at a high class club out of stress, finding his home less relaxing with Steve nagging him to re-think the situation, but he wouldn't.

That freak, Deadpool, he was a danger and burden to everyone within a 100-foot radius, with his willingness to harm, to sell his morals to the highest bidder, to make the stupidest, inappropriate, and sometimes hurtful jokes. So why was Peter so into him, of all people, why him? That Mary Jane girl was sweet, why couldn't he have stayed with her? And the Gwen girl, damn, if only Tony had helped Peter he could have had a future with her. Now he was left with Deadpool. And why was Steve starting to accept it; he was supposed to be on his husband's side.

Tony chugged the last of his drink before smacking his glass against the bar counter in frustration.

"Another one," the billionaire called, to the increasing concern of the bartender.

"My, my, is that you Tony?" came a voice the inventor didn't quite recogonize until he turned around to see a tall, rotund man, bald, with eyes that could be compared to a rodents', a classic skeez ball.

"Mr. Corie," Tony said, swallowing a groan. He knew this man, one of his company's many competitors, and the person that started the gay rights uproar when Tony had first announced his relationship with Steve. Mr. Corie had used the fact that the famous Tony Stark was in a homosexual relationship as a reason to tarnish him and his company's reputation. It hadn't destroyed Stark Industries but it did leave it and its image in one hell of a hole to climb out of.

"You're drinking, that's quite a surprise. I thought your man had dick-whipped you into quitting." Tony snarled at the comment before turning back to the bar. He did not want to deal with this homophobic jackass right now, even if his statement held some truth. "I've heard an interesting rumor," the man continued when he received an insufficient response. "about that queer son of yours." Tony's hands tightened into fists as he stood from his seat and turned to face Mr. Corie in what he hoped was an intimidating way.

The amount of alcohol he had consumed, however, caused him to waver as he stood, ruining the image and making the larger man grin.

"Oh did you now?" Tony asked. He may not be on the best of terms with Peter, but he wasn't going to let his family be insulted.

"I did. There's word going around that he has left home to be with some psychopath, not that I'm surprised really. You'd have to be off your rocker to enjoy sucking another man's cock." Tony was trying to stay calm, truly he was, but this man was quickly pushing him to the edge. He didn't speak, mostly because he was a little concerned about what would come from his drunken lips. "Couldn't stand being around you any more could he, though no matter how far he runs he'll never escape the disease you've plagued him with. Like they say, apples don't fall far from the tree." The man blathered on, determined to get some sort of response out of the shorter man that he could take to the press. "But hey now, I am, if nothing, an open man. I have a nice aluminum baseball bat at home that he might enjoy having shoved up his a-." Mr. Corie wasn't able to finish however due to the fist that collided with his nose. The room exploded into a panic, people screamed and backed away from the large man as he fell to the ground holding his face as blood began to gush from his nose.

Tony was about to join him on the ground, ready to continue the assault, but two arms slipped under his pits and lifted the inventor almost right off the ground. The black-haired man instantly began to struggle against the restraining grip, grunting and screaming random things in protest as he was dragged from Mr. Corie, who was being surrounded by security guards. The rotund man yelled something about being happy when Tony's family of fagots die out, as the drunk was pulled out of the main bar and into the hall where the privet rooms were located. Eventually he was moved into one and was finally dropped. The door was then locked by the security guard that had dragged Tony away, who then proceeded to stand in front of it in case the man attempted an escape.

"Fuck you!" the billionaire screamed as he threw a throw pillow {Ha! I get it.} at the guard, who made no move to block it, only flinching slightly. "You should have let me beat his ass." Tony was angry, at a few obvious things, but also himself, for acting like this. He was usually calm, cool, and collected, able to back-hand insult people, but he was turning into some idiotic bar fighter.

"Trust me, I wish I could have." This made the black-haired man pause before finally taking a good look at his captor.

"Deadpool?" Tony asked. as the mercenary removed his uniform hat so the two men could see each other properly.

"Hey there tin man," the merc greeted with a small grin. Tony wanted to scream, fight, explain how this was all the mercenary's fault, but he honestly didn't have the energy anymore.

"What the hell are you doing here?" the inventor asked, as he practically flopped on the nearby couch.

"Well I couldn't leave you with that man, can't have the club turn into a murder scene, even if he deserved it."

"I meant in a uniform. Are you working here?"

"Yeppers."

"Why?"

"Cuz this is the only place that'd hire me. Apparently my freaky face is good for scaring people into behaving."

"Deadpool." Tony said sternly, showing that that wasn't the kind of answer he was looking for. Wade let out a sigh, having wanted to avoid the subject of Peter, but it looked like he had no choice.

"Well now that Petey's living with me, I gotta get a little extra money since I won't let him drop out of school."

"Peter wants to drop out?"

"Just so he can help me with bills, but don't worry, I convinced him not to."

"What about your... work."

"There's a lot less of it now that I won't take murder missions, and I'm still trying to convince S.H.I.E.L.D. that I can be trusted to do one of their missions."

"You don't kill? When did this happen?'

"I started getting out of the un-aliving business around 6 months ago, but I'm trying to totally quit now that I'm dating Spidey, you know his no killing philosophy." This was starting to give Tony a headache, or was that the booze? "You know you shouldn't be out drinking like this, it scares Steve."

"Don't tell me what to do," the billionaire snapped, pointing a finger at the taller man. "And what do you know about my husband?"

"We've been chatting on the phone-"

"Right, your stupid phone calls, he's told me." The conversation then went quiet as the inventor began to rub his face in frustration. "You know, this is all your fault," Tony informed Wade, breaking the silence. "You just had to go after my son." His voice began to rise in volume. "You just had to trick my family into thinking you're a decent person." The billionaire rose from his seat and began to approach that taller man. "You just had to take Peter from me!" Tony grabbed Deadpool's uniform collar. Although the man barely flinched at the action, he did mentally prepare to defend himself if necessary. "You ruined everything!" Tony screamed into the taller man's face. Wade glared down at him.

"May I point out that your son is amazing and anyone would be stupid not to fall for him. And that he chose to like me in return, even if I don't deserve him. May I ALSO point out that Steve is the one who reached out to me so we could make amends. I'd also like to remind you that Peter left of his own accord, because he felt like he was being controlled by his parents. And may I inform you that I love your son, and I'm going to keep him happy and with me as long as he wants me." Wade spoke all of this with a determined expression, one that practically demanded the other man to back down, a hint of annoyance at Tony was evident.

Tony then let go of the mercenary and stepped away slowly, not sure how to respond. Luckily another security guard came by and informed them that a car was waiting for the billionaire outside. Without another word to each other, Tony left for home. His head was utterly pounding now.


OMG Writing this hurt me so bad! And I'm sorry if your name is Corie. It was originally going to be Tori but then I remembered that a girl at my work I don't like is names Corie so ya. It's still really hard to wright mean things, especially about things I have fought to defend. But it's done and I feel bad but it's done.

I hope Tony was believable in this. Is it believable that you could be in the biggest fight of your life with your child to the point where you kicked them out but when someone insults them you defend them. My editor and mom keep saying that it's believable but I'm still worried about it.

And sorry about not making Tony all witty and cool like he actually is but 1. He's drunk and emotionally sensitive at the moment, though he would deny both, and 2. I can't wright awesome dialogue like that... sorry.

I feel like the conversation between Tony and Wade is a little odd but I hope it gets across what I want it to.

We're coming up on the end guys and gals, hope you ready for it?