Author's Note:

Hello again! Alright, now the story will really start moving along, I promise.

Chapter Two:

Peter was sleeping peacefully when suddenly a shout was sounded outside his door.

"What do you mean it's permanent!" Tony shrieked

"Now Tony, calm down, let the Fate explain."

"I am fucking calm!"

Peter groggily dragged himself out of bed and into a pair of pants before opening the door. "What's going on?" He asked, frowning against the light that poured into the hallway. He never understood how they had a sun anyway.

"A Man who has been reserved by your Fathe-" The Fate began, only to have her mouth covered by Tony's hand.

"This idiot let someone I'd been watching get himself killed." Tony let go of the Fate to continue his rant. "You saved him from himself 23 fucking times. You couldn't save him from one fucking oil puddle!"

The Fate frowned, "There was nothing we could do, it was quite unexpected. I always knew he had the potential to be courageous but I never imagined he would jump from a burning building to save a child!"

"Who the heck is this guy you all are talking about?" Peter asked.

Steve sighed, "He was your father candidate for your champion his name is . . ."

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"Wade Wilson?" A Cyclops called to Wade who was just getting out of the ferry.

'HOLY SHIT THAT GUY HAS ONE EYE!'

'YeAh, BuT ThE SaD ThInG Is He StIlL LoOkS BeTtEr ThAn Us.'

"Will you two shut up!"

The Cyclops looked taken aback, "Excuse me?"

"Sorry Dude, I wasn't talking to you. You called?"

The Cyclops looked uncertain but continued with his speech. "The King of The Underworld has summoned you. Will you comply?"

'WHO THE FUCK DOES THIS KING GUY THINK HE IS!'

'ThE KiNg ObViOuSlY.'

"Yeah sure, I'm guessing I'm finally dead right?"

The Cyclops gave him a long-suffering look, "Yes! Now let's go." Wade could hear the Cyclops muttering as he lead him who knows where. "Last time I . . . Stupid Champions. . . . Last one wasn't as bad thought. . "

'CHAMPION?'

'ChAmPiOn?'

"Champion?" Wade asked.

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Peter straightened his robes and crown as he situated himself on the throne. It was only at his fathers' insistence that he was meeting this guy. The dude sounded like a nut-job. But it was true that it was customary for The king to pick a champion after his coronation. His father had opted out because his suits took care of most troubles that came across the kingdom.

Steve's position had been mostly for show thought he was a true Champion in his own right.

Peter sighed as the throne room doors were thrown open, but his disinterest quickly turned when chatter followed.

"So this guy wants me to like fight dragons and shit? Epic! Do I get a sword or something? or do you have guns? I love guns! No I don't think they have those it's the underworld." Peter was confused as the last bit was said not to the Cyclops but to the man himself.

The man must have once been handsome, but his features were now a mask of half healed burns. Peter now saw what his Father's "permanent" comment had been about. The man was still fit and muscled though, the flames had done nothing to alter his physic.

"Um, That will be all Happy." Peter said when the Cyclops lead the man up to the throne.

"No Way Your name is Happy?" The man burst out laughing as Happy walked away in a huff. The man finally stopped laughing after a bit and turned to Peter.

"So Kingy, I heard you needed me for some dragon bait or something?. . . Holy shit you're hot."

Peter had been about to answer the question when the statement took him by surprise. "Excuse me?"

"You're like seriously good looking. Wait, that's not like blasphemy is it? Cause if it is I am so sorry."

Peter stood there for a moment not sure how to respond. "It's not blasphemy." Was all he could come up with.

"Oh good. Hey, You're king right? I'm Wade by the way, which I'm guessing you already know. Any idea where these voices in my head came from? I mean I was a bit crazy on earth but never like this. Like I think this might actually be certifiable. Like I might actually be -"

"For Zeus' sake will you just shut up!" Peter finally said.

"Sure." Wade answered as he waited patiently.

"Okay, I'm not actually going to take you on as champion right away. I have no idea what voices you're talking about and thanks for compliment, I guess."

"You're welcome. What the voices wanted to say wasn't really a compliment so I choose not to repeat it."

Peter gave him a look. "Anyway, you'll be staying in the palace. And tonight you'll be dining with me and my parents."

"Woah, don't you think that's moving a little fast? And wait, how can you be king if you're parents are still alive?"

"My parents just retired last night actually. And are you ever serious?"

Wade smirked. "I try not to be."

Peter rolled his eyes and gestured to a waiting nymph. "Take the candidate to his rooms. Give him the Champions rooms, They should be ready by now."

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'THAT GUY WAS SERIOUSLY SMOKING'

'YeAh, LiKe HoW SoOn CaN wE BaNg HiM?'

"Guys, just shut up, okay?" Wade said as he pulled open the doors of the wardrobe that stood in a corner of the room. To his surprise it was empty. Wade had been shown to his room about twenty minutes ago, and had spent the time since then exploring.

'WhAt ThE FuCk? dO ThEy NoT WaNt uS tO StAy oR WhAt?'

'HE DID SAY HE THOUGHT IT WAS READY.'

"Yeah, he wasn't certain." Wade said, trying to pacitate his voices.

"If I may Master Wilson."

Wade whipped his head around to see an elderly man in a black suit standing behind him.

'WHA-!'

'WhO?!'

"It's a magic wardrobe."

'LIKE NARNIA?'

'iF iT iS I SaY wE gO SeE ThE wHiTe WiTcH, I BeT ShE's FuN'

"What do you mean?" Wade asked.

"You simply tap once on the wardrobe and tell it what occasion you wish to dress for. It was created by the previous king, He was something of an inventor." The old man replied.

"Cool," Wade said, " But one more thing, well actually two. Who the heck are you and how did you get here?"

"My name is Jarvis." The man said with a smile. "And I got here like this." And with that he was gone.

'WHAT THE!?'

'HoW tHe FuCk?!'

"Woah!" Wade fell back.

'WHO THE HECK WAS THAT GUY?'

'i'M gOnNa gO wItH ThE bUtLeR. DiD YoU SeE tHaT sUiT?'

"Yeah, must've been." Wade agreed as he finally turned to the wardrobe and tapped on the door. "Okay, I need something for Dinner with the king and his parents."

Wade waited a moment and pulled open the door. "Woah!" He exclaimed.

'THAT'S A PRETTY GOOD SELECTION.'

'oO! gO WiTh ThAt ChInEsE sTyLe ThInGy!'

'Wow. . . this is pretty cool.' Wade thought as he flipped through the robes and suits that now hung in the closet. He finally decided to go with the voices and chose the Chinese style robe.

He put it on and went to look at himself in the mirror.

'HOLY SHIT, WE LOOK LIKE CRAP.'

'YeAh, LiKe iT DoEsN't MaTtEr wHaT wE WeAr WhEn wE LoOk LiKe tHiS.'

Wade's face crumpled in anger and he smashed the mirror in front of him with a sound that was more a wail then a sob. All he'd ever wanted was to die, because he believed it would put an end to the self-hate he'd had since he was a child. Looks like there was no such luck.

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Jarvis found him in a heap on the floor a few hours later, the room a disaster. Broken glass and ripped clothing lay haphazardly around the room, a vase of roses that had once sat on the dresser now lay broken on the floor, the flowers lying in a puddle of water, petals scattered.

"Master Wade?!" The spector exclaimed, rushing to his side as soon as he appeared.

"Go away! Don't look at me!" Wade shouted, throwing a handful of glass and petals at the spector. Luckily it simply passed straight through him.

Jarvis went up to Wade and took him in his arms. "Hush now, Master Wade. It's not as bad as all that." He said soothingly.

"But it is!" Wade exclaimed, "All I've ever wanted was to die so I could be at peace. I finally manage to but it turns out death's not so peaceful after all. And on top of all that I look like this!" Wade gestured to himself.

Jarvis loosened his hold and held Wade out to look at him. "I see only a young man who is torn by the circumstances life has unfairly thrust upon him. And should you care to attempt to win My king's heart he would see the same. Master Peter is not a shallow man."

Wade looked up in surprise. The king had been the last thing on his mind, but now. . . "You think I would have a chance there?" He asked in disbelief.

Jarvis smiled, "Yes, I do."

Wade frowned, "But really, I look like this!"

Jarvis stood up, pulling Wade with him. "Come with me." He said, pulling Wade towards the wardrobe. He gave it a strong knock and stated "Dining Masks!" Before throwing the doors open. The wardrobe now held racks of masquerade-like masks. Jarvis picked out one that matched Wade's robe.

"Here, this shall do nicely." He said handing it to Wade.

Wade slipped it on hesitantly and turned to the mirror, forgetting he'd smashed it. Luckily Jarvi fixed it with a snap of his fingers.

Wade surveyed himself.

With the mask covering most of his scars and the chinese robe hugging his frame very nicely. He actually looked good. "Wow." Was all he had to say.

Jarvis smiled, 'Now you will be able to meet the Ex-king and Grand Prince with confidence."

Wade was about to agree when the spector's words sunk in. "Wait a minute, The King's parents are both guys?" He asked, surprised.

"Why yes. The previous king married the last campion and they adopted Master Peter as their heir 17 years ago."

Wade leaned back trying to take in this information. "So the last king was gay too?"

Jarvis laughed, "Yes, very much so. We were all very happy when he finally settled down!"

Wade raised an eyebrow at that. His voices making snide jokes about the 'King Party Animal'.

"Well Master Wade, I will leave you to continue your preparations for tonight. I'm sure you will have a wonderful time." With that the spector disappeared again.

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Peter sighed as he collasped backwards into bed. He would've liked nothing better than to go to sleep for the rest of the day. But he was king now and he had duties to attend to.

Sighing again he rolled over and stared at the ceiling, thinking about the champion candidate. He wasn't an idiot, he knew what his father was doing. The last champion had married the king, his Dad was trying to set it up so it would happen again.

'I really don't think this is going to go according to his plans.'

Peter thought. 'I mean, sure Wade's got a nice bod, and a little

scarring isn't going to scare me away. But the guy's crazy,

and from what Dad told me that isn't a new development.'

But despite he musings he couldn't help but wonder what Wade's story really was. What posseses someone to try and kill themselves 23 times? Maybe keeping him around, just to satisfy his curiousity, wouldn't be such a bad idea. . .

'Alright, I'll give him a chance.' Peter thought with resolve. 'Just until I find out what makes him tick.'

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Wade wants to fuck Peter and Peter is trying to figure this guy out, in my personal oppinion that is the plot whenever these two meet anyway. Haha.

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