Here We Go Again

6: Day Three Gone Pretty Much Perfect

[ENJOY THIS A LOT PLEASE
~WARNING: This chapter does include some "bad language" but it's Deadpool and Spider-Man combined, what do you expect?~]

August 12th

Peter did not sleep in his own bed that night. He didn't even sleep in a bed, or even on a couch. He slept in a chair, leaned over a table, next to a stack of papers, a microscope, and a small pile of mechanical pieces he made. He woke up to a very loud laugh,  jolting awake, and nearly falling off the chair.

"Hey kid. How was work?" Tony joked, walking over. Peter yawned and stretched, leaning over the back of the chair. Peter smiled at his dad.

"Hi."

"You slept in this chair all night?" Tony asked, raising an eyebrow. Peter shook his head.

"No. I slept in it for like five hours. You honestly think I went to bed at a reasonable time? Dad, you gave me a lab. I'm never sleeping again."

"That's my boy," said Tony with a grin, ruffling Peter's mop of brown hair. "Kid, you need a haircut. We'll get Tash to do it, okay?" Peter nodded, sliding off the chair.

"Okay. Hey, do you know where Wade is?" Tony thought for a moment and nodded.

"I believe he's in the kitchen, trying to convince Clint to make him a cheesecake." Peter chuckled and started for the door. He stopped suddenly and walked back to his dad, enveloping him in a hug.

"Thanks. For everything." Tony smiled and nodded, hugging him tight.

"No problem kiddo. Now, go stop your boyfriend. This is New York; we don't need any more cheesecakes." Peter laughed and nodded, running back to the door.

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"Please?"

"No! Get away from me!" Clint pushed Wade away but the blond came back, grabbing Clint's arm and giving him his best puppy eyes.

"Please uncle Clint? It's almost Peter's birthday," said Wade. Clint rolled his eyes.

"But that means he should be making me a cheesecake, and not you, huh Wade?" Peter teased as he walked in the room. He came over and grabbed Wade, pulling him off his uncle. "And Wade, he's  not even your uncle. Leave him alone." Wade huffed but allowed himself to be dragged away.

"Sorry Clint," he mumbled. Clint smiled and waved, trying not to laugh as Wade was dragged, quite literally, from the scene by a significantly smaller Peter. "Pete this isn't fair!" he whined. "You're tiny! You shouldn't be able to move me!"

"I'm actually not tiny, Wade. I'm taller than my dad."

"Your dad is short though!"

"Wilson!" Tony yelled threateningly from the other room.

"Sorry sir! You aren't short at all, you're just compact, I know," Wade called. He had been given the rundown before, when Tony had caught him making short jokes.

"Just shut it, Wilson, and get out of my tower. Take that kid with you!"

"Got it sir!" Wade jumped out of Peter's grip and instead turned to pick up Peter. He ran upstairs, Peter yelling about how 'Wade if you drop me I'm literally going to stab you in the face and then do it again because it won't hurt  you and then I'll just cut your head off and see if that does anything'. Luckily, Wade did not drop his boyfriend and only gently tossed him onto his bed.

"Peter, get dressed. We're going out."

"I know. My dad said too. How about we go to Brooklyn?" Peter suggested as he rolled off the bed and took off his pajama pants, changing into jeans. Wade shrugged and switched his own pants for jeans and pulled off his shirt. He began to search for socks and a shirt while Peter sat on his bed, putting on his own socks and shoes.