Safe and Sound

Chapter 10

Peter- Why have you been reading my texts? Please you can’t tell them!

    Wade- Calm down, I’m not telling anyone. Hell, I’m Deadpool. I kill very bad people who do very bad things. I’m surprised they haven’t come after me yet.

    Peter- Yeah, they’re after me. They just want my identity, but I’m afraid of what they’ll do if they find out.

    Wade- So, I do have a few questions.

    Peter- I suppose that’s fair. Shoot.

    Wade- How did you get your suit to stick to walls and stuff?

    Peter- Okay, so I’m gonna try to do this in one go. I’m not completely human. My suit doesn’t stick to things, I do. I have something I call the Spidey-Sense that’s kinda like an alert system that lets me know when something bad is nearby, or going to hit more anything like that. I also have a metabolism that’s about three times that of a grown man, and can’t thermoregulate.

    Wade- So……

    Wade- That’s a lot.

    Wade- And also super cool.

    Wade- So… Clint did that to your head?

    Peter- Yeah, he did. I was about to jump off the building but he thought I was gonna attack Mr. Stark and shot at me. I’m just glad he missed.

    Wade- Yeah, so what did he knock you off the building or something? I thought you could swing or something.

    Peter- I can, with my webs. And no, he shot at me with an arrow that explodes. He literally shot a bomb at me. My ears won’t stop ringing, and my hearing is already sensitive. 

    My stomach growls loudly, and Wade winces as he reads my text.

    “Hey kid,” Mr. Barton says, “Why don’t we get you something to eat?” I nod, knowing there’s no point in arguing. And really, some food would be nice anyway.

    “Steve, can we order Chinese?” Mr. Stark whispers.

    “No, Tony, we had Chinese last night.”

    “Awwwww. I like their wantons.” Mr. Stark whines. 

“How about grilled cheese and tomato soup?” Mr. Rogers asks.

    “That sounds great but I can’t cook.” Mr. Barton pulls some apple juice out of the fridge and pours three glasses. It’s then I notice that Wade has followed us into the kitchen.

    “Right. I’ll do it.” Mr. Rogers yawns, walking into the kitchen. Mr. Barton hands Wade and I a glass of apple juice. It’s sweet and cool. I haven’t had juice in so long. I love it.

    “So, Peter, how are your parents?” Mr. Barton asks, sitting at the small table with us.

    *Dead* I sign. Sign language is a very brash language.

    “Oh, kid, I am so sorry.” he says it a bit loudly and I wince. “Sorry.” he whispers.

    *I live with my Aunt.* I explain. He nods, sipping his juice.

    “Sorry to hear, or see that Peter.” Ms. Romanoff says, coming to sit with us. Thor goes to the kitchen and pulls some pop-tarts out of the cabinet to toast, and Mr. Stark is close behind him, going straight for the coffee pot.

    “So, how’s your aunt?” Mr. Barton asks cautiously. I write this one, seeing as I need to be more careful with my words.

    “She’s okay. Some days are better than others after my uncle died. She’s all I have left though. :)” I add the smiley face to lighten the tone of my writing. It doesn’t seem to work though.

    “So… okay. Well you seem like a good kid. Do you do anything other than the internship? Now that it’s summer?” he whispers.

    “I was working, but I got laid off. Now I’m looking for another job.” I write. He nods, sipping his juice.

   

    -Time skip cuz I can and I don’t like awkward silences-

Lunch was good. I think grilled cheese is my new favorite, especially with tomato soup. After lunch, earbuds in, Mr. Stark and I went to the lab and I started on the equations for something… I’m not totally sure, he wouldn’t tell me. Then he let me help with his thrusters. And then we had to fix the toaster that Thor accidentally broke.

Eventually, it was time for me to go.

“Wanna ride kid? It can get pretty loud out there.” he looks… concerned? I barely know him, there’s no way. They are all very nice though… I decline, opting to walk instead, and Wade decides to come with, talking with me about Spider-man the whole way, through sign language.