Wade's dead. The one person I needed. Was dead. I just watched as one of my dad attacked my boyfriend. The avengers were saying how Spiderman and Deadpool were on the list for bad guys. Now Spiderman hadn't been seen in about eight months, I know because I am Spiderman. And I know it's been eight months because that how far into my pregnancy I am. As soon as I found out I moved out of the tower I never got into contact with my dads and after this I never planned to.
I stood at a street corner watching as my dad; Iron man, shot at Deadpool even after he was on the ground. I frowned and ran over to wade. My dad stopped shooting once he saw me.
"Peter, get out of the way!" He shouted at me. I looked at wade. His body was regenerating, but slowly.
"No! Screw off dad!" I yelled back at him. I looked at wade again. He was barely breathing.
"Peter, he's a killer," I looked behind me to see my Pops; Captain America, walking towards me.
"Then so am I," I frowned and shot a web at my dad. I made him crash into my pops. I frowned and used my strength to pick wade up and drag him back to our apartment. I laid him on the hardwood floor and watched his progress as he healed. It took about three hours for Wade to be up and talking.
"Pete?" He took off his mask and looked at me. He smiled softly and stood up.
"Wade, I-I messes up," Wade's face twisted with confusion. I frowned and looked down at my stomach. I rested a hand on it.
"What do you mean?" I looked up at him, he was right in front of me.
"M-My dads know, know about my powers I mean," Wade's eyes went wide and I know I was doomed. I was about to turn around when Wade hugged me.
"It's going to be ok, they still don't know-"
"Where you live?" Me and Wade both jumped when we heard my dad's angry voice. I turned around and saw my dad and pops.
"D-Dad, P-Pops," I stuttered as they looked between me and Wade. Wade stood to the side of me and put in front of me protectively.
"Pete," my pops looked at me. I cowered away from his look and behind Wade.
"You both need to leave," I nodded in agreement with what Wade said. I was shaking and breathing weird, my dads and Wade noticed. Only Wade was the one who was the most concerned.
"Pete, are you ok?!" Wade turned to me and looked me up and down.
"Is she ok?" He rest a hand on my stomach for a few seconds. I nodded and looked over his shoulder.
"She?" Wade looked at me And mouthed 'should we tell them?' I nodded. Wade turned around and glared at my dads.
"Our daughter," my dads faces went pale. They looked at each other than me.
"So you ran away with a killer, your Spiderman, and you have a daughter! Anything else!?" My dad shouted at me which caused my shaking to get worse.
"Tony, take it eas-"
"No steve!" I gripped Wade's arm in fear and Pain. Wade looked at me and frowned.
"W-W-Wade isn't a-a-a killer! A-A-And So What if I-I'm Spiderman?!" I shouted back at my dad just as loud as he had shouted. The sound of my fear and pain wearing down one my voice.
"Peter, If come with us we came make it so you and your daughter are safe. We can help you get rid or conceal your powers," I looked at my dad. His voice was softer now. He had a face of anger when he looked at me and wade.
"N-N-N-Not I-I-In a M-Million yeARS!" I shouted the last part as a pain made me suddenly too weak to stand. I panted and sat down as quickly as I could.
"Peter!" All three other people yelled my name. I gripped my stomach and cried out in pain. I felt Wade slide his hands under me and pick me up. I panted as he did that. The moving making my pain worse.
"W-W-Wade it hurts!" Wade nodded and held me close. He looked around and grabbed the hospital bag. He then carried me to our car. My dad and Pops were following until wade shut me in and locked the door. He glared at my dads then used his key to unlock only his door. He got in and drove off. He looked back at me in the review mirror.
"W-Wade how much longer!?" I yelled as Wade put the petal to the metal and drove. It didn't take long after that. A total of fifteen minutes of me yelling in agony.
"We're here Pete," I nodded weakly feeling Wade pick me up again. He carried me into the ER and looked for a nurse. He ran to the front Desk and started telling the lady what was wrong. She quickly got up and lead us to a room where wade helped me get into a hospital gown. While we were doing that a liquid ran down my legs which caused both me and Wade to stop. Wade hurried to get me into the gown then get me back to bed. The doctor came in moments later and that's when it started. The true pain. It was hell until it was over. When it was over I was sooo thankful. When the wailing baby was set on my chest it made everything go away. My fear, the tiny bit of pain, my worries, all of it. Gone as soon as I held her. I grinned and looked at her. He wailing soon turned into a soft wine that turned into the sound of her breathing.
"P-Pete, you did it," Wade smiled at me as he sat next to me on the bed. I nodded and grinned even wider. The baby grabbed my pinky finger and held it.
"Her name please?" I looked up to see a nurse. She was holding a small card and a pen.
"Emma May Wilson," the nurse smiled as did me and Wade. The nurse walked out which left me and wade with our baby.
"Peter," I looked up to see my pops in the doorway smiling softly at me.
"Pops? Where's dad?" My pops frowned and shrugged.
"At a bar I'm guessing, but Pete. I'm proud of you. Wade, as long as you take care of my son and my granddaughter, you will be on my good side," Wade nodded and smiled.
"So, what'd ya name her?" I smiled and looked at Emma. She smiled behind her pacifier the nurse had given her.
"Emma," my pops smiled and nodded. He stepped closer and looked at Emma.
"She looked a lot like you Peter," I grinned again and nodded. Emma opened her eyes to show off her Carmel gold eyes. I smiled and kissed her head. She was the cutest baby I've ever seen, and I'm not Biased.
