Peter's body guard

Part 2

Peters POV

When he complemented my six pack, I became aware that I was actually shirtless. I blushed and quickly closed the door, flustered. That's awkward. Why did I act that way? I mean I know WHY I acted that way, but still, why did I act that why.

I slightly panic while I continue the homework I was doing.

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I was getting tired after I finished, so I decided to try and get some sleep. Before I came here, I had nightmares on a daily... well nightly basis. But ever since I got this family, my nightmares have decreased Immensely. I still get nightmares about certain things, but only when I'm stressed or it's close to when the event happened.

I take off my pants and go to sleep in my boxers, ignoring my thoughts. I slip in bed, thinking on how tomorrow's gonna go. Dad and pops probably won't let let me be more then 10 meters away from wade, which means that there is no way I can go to school without him going into class with me. I'm just gonna have to suck it up and deal with the comments and stares. The next couple months and gonna suck big time.

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Wades POV

I woke up early, getting dressed in a crappy suit I'm supposed I wear while protecting peter. Apparently it's supposed to be intimidating. I walk out of my room and head to the living area. I'm a little surprised to see that Steve is already awake, and making pancakes.

"Oh, wade! Come, help me make breakfast. Pete will be up soon, and he eats a lot for a boy his size. He probably eats more then me to He honest." He mumbles the last part. More then captain spangled?!

"Okay." I answer, walking over to the sink to wash my hands. After I dry them I grab what Steve tells me, and start to make more pancakes. I put the dry ingredients in one bowl, mix it together, and do the same with the wet ingredients. If there is one thing that Wade W. Wilson is good at, it's making pancakes. I pour the wet ingredients into the dry ingredient bowl and expertly stir it till the mixture is smooth, and actually looks like pancake batter. If the batter is to watery, add small amounts of flour and stir until it looks thick enough. If the batter is too thick, add a little water until the pancake batter is perfect.

That's a thing my dad thought me. As an aspiring cook, I need to know how to make good pancakes. And my pancakes are amazing. Even when burnt. I'm not very good at the heat thing yet... anyway,

After I'm done with the batter, I hand it to Steve who is at the stove. "Heeere ya go. Perfect pancake batter." I say, half bragging. Steve looks at me for a second then smiles. "Thank you wade. Peter will be up in a couple minutes if I'm going by the usual schedule. Why don't you go get yourself coffee or something? Relax until your job really starts." Steve tells me. I happily nod and walk over to their coffee machine. If there is one thing I am perfectly okay with, it's taking advantage of a situation. If I get the chance to drink fancy coffee and eat breakfast in a billionaires home, I'm gonna do it.

"You seem very okay with just taking advantage of our home." Steve states, noticing how happily I'm taking the biggest coffee mug and getting a shit ton of actual coffee.

"I mean who wouldn't? It's not like it's everyday you get to drink a billionaires coffee." I argue, trying to justify my actions. "Well I can think of a few. Peter being one of them. When he first came here, he was afraid to touch anything because he thought it cost more then him. Still hesitates sometimes when getting coffee, it's actually quite adorable." Steve talks about peter in a fond way, almost boasting like a proud parent. I laugh at the thought of Steve gloating to his co-workers about his son.

"Please don't talk about me when I'm not in the room. It makes me sneeze."(you've seen anime) peter comes walking in with somewhat messy hair, a long sleeve, dark grey shirt, and some nice fitting jeans if I may add. Steve laughs. "Can't help it. It's my job as a dad to talk about my son." He chirps, peter rolling his eyes. He heads strait for the couch and plops onto it, putting his arm over his eyes and groaning tiredly.

"Someone's not a morning person." I laugh. I just get a grunt of annoyance in return. "I hate mornings. And Mondays. And Tuesday's. And everyday besides Saturday." He says. I can't help but laugh at that.

"Peter the pancakes will be ready in about 10 minutes. Go get your dad. He wasn't in bed earlier, so he must be in his lab." Steve tells the young teen. Peter sighs and get up off the couch, walking back towards the elevator, leaving me and Steve alone again.

"Your son is hilarious." I admit. I earn a chuckle from Steve. "I guess so. He's a lot like tony. Sometimes it's hard to tell that they aren't related by blood." Steve says. I could see that. Peter does have the same hair and eye color, and he seems to be very smart.

A couple minutes later, and peter comes back, dragging(literally) tony with him. Tony try's to fight back, but totally fails. "I was almost done! You couldn't give me one more minute?" He protests, peter only giving him a look. "Dad please." Peter says. Tony gives a face of fake hurt towards his son.

"Tony. You better get some coffee while it's still hot." Steve interrupts the small argument with a bright smile. Peter cringing. "Ugh. Morning people are so weird." He mumbles before going back to the couch to grab some more shut eye.