Peter Stark

Chapter 22 - Mors

Peter’s POV

I woke up in an unfamiliar room and was immediately confused. The last thing I remembered was falling asleep on Wade. I stood up after moving the covers off of me and left the room.

“Hello?” I called.

Wade came into the hall and smiled sadly at me. “Oh! You’re awake. Why don’t you come get some food?”
I frowned. “Wade, where are we?”

“My place,” he answered as he gestured for me to follow him.

I did so. “Why aren’t we at the tower? I wanted you to meet my family.”

He scowled and my brow furrowed. “What’s wrong?”
“You might want to sit down,” he began and I already knew where this was going.

“He hates me, doesn’t he?” I said as I sat heavily in the chair. “They all hate me.”

He quickly shook his head. “I have no idea about the rest of your family,” he said.

I shoved it to the back of my mind, already very used to ignoring my feelings. “What’s for dinner?” I asked.

He rolled with the subject change easily. “Pasta. I remembered you liked spaghetti when we were younger, so I figured it would be a good thing to make.”

I remembered. It was one mission where we had to eat at a restaurant at one point and I ordered the first thing I saw. “Yeah. I can’t believe you remembered.”

He blushed slightly. “I remember everything about you, Angel.”

I blushed too and quickly served us both some spaghetti.

We were cleaning up after dinner when I heard a knock on the door.

“I’ll get it,” Wade said, setting down the rag he was using to clean the table.

I hummed in acknowledgement and kept scrubbing away at the plate I was in the middle of washing.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I heard Wade ask the person, sounding tense.

“Is Peter here?” I heard a familiar voice ask in return. Dad.

I dropped the plate and it sunk back into the water with a splash.

“Why do you want to know?” Wade’s tone was harsh, but I couldn’t blame him. Not after what happened with Clint.

“We need to talk with him.” Natasha.

“No. You will not hurt him any more than you already have.”

“It’s okay, Wade,” I said, walking up behind him. I kept my face blank and my voice even. I looked at the group gathered. Everyone except Clint. I raised an eyebrow at them. “What? No torches? No pitchforks?”

They all winced and Thor looked scandalized. “I would never betray my king!”

“What is it you want?” I asked after Wade had finally let them in.

“We don’t agree with Barton,” Sam blurted.
Everyone nodded along.

That caused me to falter. I was sure they were here to arrest me or something. “You... don’t?”

“Of course not, Маленький паук.” Natasha looked at me with so much care and love that I couldn’t believe Clint had actually told her.

I shook my head and wouldn’t meet her eyes. “I hurt you,” I whispered. “I really hurt you.”

“You also made sure I was okay afterwards,” she said, stepping closer to me.