The Eye Of The Beholder

Chapter 17: Stony is Cannon?

Deadpool

I open my eyes slowly, then reach up to rub them. I look up and find all of the Avengers standing in front of me, staring down at me.

"I didn't do it...?" I mutter out of habit.

"You are not in trouble, Wade," Vision says.

Lies. We are always in trouble

"So what are you all staring for?" I look behind me expecting there to be something worth seeing. Nothing. The glass window is spotless and nothing is behind it.

"You sleep talk..." Bruce says quietly.

My eyes widen. "What exactly..."

"You know exactly what you said, Wade." Cap raises an eyebrow.

Shit.

It's about fucking Petey, right? 'Cause if it's not I'm lost.

"I...."

Scarlet Witch chuckles. "Who could blame him?" All eyes turn to her. "Peter likes him as much as he likes Peter."

Knew it.

Tony's snarl embeds its image in my brain.

There's a possibility we are about to be beat up by Iron Dad.

"If the Man of Spider's wishes to spend his time with Wade, Son of Will, we should allow him the opportunity," the blonde god booms.

"ALLOW HIM THE OPPORTUNITY!?!? HE'S BEEN FUCKING PETER!" Tony snaps.

"It was one time!" I state with my hands raised.

Tony's hand balls into a fist.

"Wade..." Captain America's warning tone shuts me up almost immediately.

Not helping.

"I got that," I mumble to Logic.

The group ignores my comment.

"Can I ask, why it matters so much?" I lift my hands over my head in case Iron Dad nails me in the face.

"Tony Stark and Steven Rogers both adopted Peter Parker after the death of his guardian May Reilly Parker Jameson," Jarvis announces.

Tony looks down and Steve stares at me, avoiding eye contact, by looking at me nonetheless.

"You guys are...."

Never would have seen that coming.

I still can't see it...

"It took me everything in my power not to kill you when you showed up with Pete in your arms. Now I just wanna kill you all over again," Tony growls.

"Alright, fine kill me. Over and over if you want." Everyone stares at me in confusion. "You could spend the rest of your life torturing me if that's what will make you happier. But I brought Peter here because I knew you would be able to save him whether or not you would want me dead."

No one moves. They barely breathe.

"And it wouldn't even matter. Because the pain from that torture couldn't hurt me anymore than losing Peter."

That was a great speech. I'm proud of us.

I think thats the longest they've let us talk without being interrupted.

I wait for something. Anything. Bruce? Silent. Avoiding looking at me.
Widow? Doesn't really seem to see the big deal. Just here 'cause Tony said to be.
Clint? Disgusted. Mostly by my face.
Thor? Doesn't think it should be a big deal.
T'Challa? Probably doesn't really care about my affairs with Peter. Just glad Pete is gonna be okay.
Wanda? Thinks we would be cute together.
Pietro? Also doesn't care.
Vision? Probably doesn't really realize what that's supposed to mean.
Cap already knew.
Tony might actually snap my neck.

"Tony."

He looks at Steve.

"Maybe it's time we let Peter make his own decisions." Just before Tony barks something else, Steve finishes. "He lives on his own, does his college work, has a job, he's a SUPERHERO! He's a responsible kid, but when it comes time for him to pick the person he loves, we step in again? Tony..."

Tony seems completely shut down.

"Wade, as long as Peter is happy, I am too." Cap rests a hand on my shoulder. He grabs Tony's hand and drags him out of the room. Wanda lets her hand run across my cheek and smiles at me before following them out.

The Avengers stroll out one at a time, leaving me to the voices and the steadily beeping monitor that is Spidey's heart rate.

"Ugh, I thought they would never leave."

"Right," I answer back. "Totally though Iron Dad was gonna kill me. Logic, you sound weird. You gettin' sick?"

There's a laugh. "Your voices get sick?"

I look over at Peter and find him smiling at me.

I practically fall out of my chair as I rush to his side. I reach my hand out, resting it delicately on his cheek. "Petey, I thought..."

"Just kiss me, Wade."

I don't hesitate to do as he says. I caress the back of his head and his hair as I kiss him, slowly and deeply. I pull off of him.

"I'm sorry. I never should have let you go by yourself. I promise I won't leave you again."

"Wade, it's okay. I'm okay now." He traces the scars on my cheek.

"How long have you been awake?" I whisper.

"Since Dad screamed that you were fucking me. And you said it was one time."

I laugh. "Yeah, that was a bad idea."

"You have a lot of those." We laugh together for a second, then I stop when he starts coughing.

I feel so helpless. I can't do anything.

"You would really rather die, over and over again than lose me?" he whispers.

"Without a second thought."

He pulls me into a kiss. He holds the back of my neck, while his tongue takes over my mouth.

Fuck, I missed this.

Author, you have done us well.

I let Pete determine when the kiss is over.

"God, I missed you," I whisper.

"Just wait till you can take me back home," he growls, sexually.

"Baby Boy, you have no clue."