oneshots // spideypool

the good boyfriends

the good boyfriends; standing up for each other. how romantic!

DISCLAIMER: sadly enough, i don't own any of these characters. the avengers don't know peter's secret identity, he's tony's intern for the moment and wade just joined the avengers as deadpool and they don't know his identity either.

Peter's POV:

  I smile, spearing a piece of potato on my fork and bringing it up to my mouth.

" And then I lift my hammer and I bring it down, as shown." Thor brings his fist down, miming holding Mjolnir and slams it onto the table. Food flies everywhere and the marble cracks under his fist. Thor pulls his hand away, looking apologetic when Tony practically shrieks and throws himself over the cracks.

" Thor!" The billionaire wails, hugging the table. " How could you? My beautiful marble table! It's the fifth time this week!" A little awkwardly, Thor pats Tony on the back and the latter chokes.

" My apologies, friend Tony."

" Ah, well," Tony says, composing himself and returning to his seat. " I'll get it replaced tonight."

" So, Peter," Nat says, putting a chunk of steak into her mouth. " How's school?" I swallow the food in my mouth and start talking.

" It's good, actually."

" That's a first," Tony mutters. I hit him lightly on the arm.

" Flash almost blew up the lab the other day because he left the gas tap on for too long. It smelt so bad. Then MJ hit him over the head with one of her books and Mr Thompson almost had a heart attack. Also, Ned and I built this 3449-piece Lego Death Star the other day at the back of homeroom after school, but he dropped it on the way home, so we built it again in my room and I put it on the shelf but then May accidentally knocked it over while cleaning two days ago, so we built it again and Ned took it home. He just told me that his cat jumped on it so we're gonna build it again after school tomorrow."

" Jesus, kid," Tony says absently, all but wrestling with his steak as he tries to cut a piece. Bucky turns to me.

" Want any help, Pete?" I shake my head.

" It's okay, Mr Bucky. The recommended age range for the Death Star is 14-90 years old, but seeing as you're 106, I'm not sure you're qualified to build it."

Steve chokes on his wine and Tony laughs so hard he falls off the chair. Thor's deep bellowing laugh fills the common room and even Nat cracks a smile. Clint's eyes water, but Bucky's face is priceless. He looks torn, the corners of his mouth twitching up, but his brows knitting together like he's not quite sure how to feel.

The elevator dings just as the laughter dies down.

" Heeeeeeeeeere's Deadpooool!'

With a shout, hands are clapping onto my shoulders, causing me to drop my fork. I tilt my head up to look at Wade's masked face. I smile up at him as he looks down at me, the sides of his mask where his eyes should be crinkling— a telltale sign he's smiling.

" Hey," I say. Wade taps me on the nose and I let out a surprised laugh, pulling my head back up as he rounds the table and slides into the chair opposite me. The entire atmosphere at the table has changed, the air thickening with nothing but the clinking of cutlery breaking the silence. So I sit there, the food on my plate decreasing while the pressure in my chest increases.

More than once, I catch eyes slanting toward Wade as he pulls out a chimichanga from the brown paper bag in his hands and spreads the wrapping out, breaking off a bite-sized chunk and tucking his hand under his mask, pushing the food into his mouth without revealing a sliver of skin.