Trauma started with Skip

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P.S. : le age
Wade:16-17
Peter:14-15


Peter Parker, name rings a bell doesn't it. No one, other than Wade or May, have seen him break down or panic or 'show vulnerability/weakness' and even cry. Peter has been staying with the Avenger for a while as May was working in Venice, she'd come to visit during either Christmas break or summer or both. 

Peter was sizing himself in the mirror, he finally got top surgery thanks to the help and support of Mr. Stark, he couldn't help but hold onto himself tight and explode into a joyful grin.
The self-appreciating moment came to an end once Peter heard he's phone ring.

"Hey May" The said boy greeted, May was silent for a second, hearing his obvious smile from the other side, "May" Peter could tell she was hesitant to say what she wanted. "is there something you wanted to tell me" letting he's smile falter.
"he out of Prison, Peter I'm so sorry" May sobbed over the phone. "Peter" her voice sounded hoarse breaking the boys heart. "May, who"
"Peter" Her voice shakier, "I tried I really di-"
"May, who" Peter demanded feeling the panic rise up inside.
"Skip Wescott

Peters breathe hitched at the mention of that name, he just stood their, frozen, 'no.no.no.no.no.no' "w-why" he's voice cracked as the tears spilled as he began to tremble
"they said it was because of 'good behavior' Peter I tried to convince them otherwise but someone helped him out with the baling fee" May explained, chocking on her sobs.

"this can't be happening" his breathe was beginning to get uneven "tha- w-why" 
"Peter I'm so so sorry"  with that Peter released the grip he had on his phone letting it drop and hit the ground, but that's not the only thing that feel.

Peter was now on the ground, panting trying to catch his breathe, he feel his head lighten.
Gripping onto his hair trying to catch he's breathe. Out of nowhere Deadpool skipped right in through the vents and landed swiftly on he's bed, not even placing a single fucking wrinkle on the sheets, bowing in self-acknowledgement before facing his beloved.

He was ready to smother him with kisses, before stopping in and became worried of the situation. He knew better then to touch the boy, the sight brought pain to the man in red's eyes.
"Peter, I need you to breathe for me, ok" Wade cooed from the side cautiously placing a hand on his shoulder, no further contact to give in more to it from the attempt to lay a hand on his chest but removed it quickly as the Peter winced at the contact making Wade curse himself out.

"ok, ok, Breathe for me Peter, breathe" Wade coaxed.
"huh I'm-I'm t-tr-trying" Peter panicked.
"sh-sh its ok I'll do it with you" Peter just nodded.

"ok in" both holding in there breathes for 5 seconds "out"  and released the breathe for 5 more seconds, repeating the cycle until he calmed a bit.
Wade knew not to ask what happened, it only giving motive to activate another panic attack.

"want to lay down for a bit" Wade opted pointing toward the bed, to which peter nodded.
Both Wade and Peter laid in each others company, Peter nuzzled into Wade's chest as Wade laid his head on the Peters head arms wrapped around each other. 

"he's out" Peter muttered, he's grip on Wade tightening. 
"you don't mean" his voice laced with panic.
"mhm, Skip Wescott" tears releasing like open taps.
"oh Peter"


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