Highschool Days

Chapter 11

Peter POV

I swung by web, running against the wall of a building. Patrol today so far is quiet, and I was mostly blindly running around like a cat with a bunch of energy to burn on the fat I gained eating all of that casserole.

"Hey, BabyBoy!" A joyful yell screamed. I groaned with a roll of my eyes, dropping down under a streetlight. "Hey, Deadpool? What's up?" I asked. Deadpool showed up out of the darkness, and an evident smirk could be seen through his mask. "I could be asking you the same thing. But I already know the answer."

I squinted at him, before rolling my eyes. "Do you even have a reason for being out here?" I asked, with pure curiosity. "Some dude coughed on my food yesterday and I un-alived them a good," Wade peeled off his glove to look at his watch, "Forty-five minutes ago." I've already grown accustomed to the fact that Wade kills people for money, and only sometimes for his own enjoyment.

"Mhm, that's nice," I webbed away, and Deadpool smacked his hands down to his side. "Really?!"

I continued swinging around, and after an hour, there was nothing to see or help, other than a turtle, which I helped across the street. So, I headed home.

Waiting for me, no surprise, was Tony, who appeared to be steaming. "Where were you?!"
"Ned's," I replied simply, walking past Tony. He sighed in frustration. "No, you left Ned's place an hour ago! May got a call from Ms. Leeds, so I should know!"

I rolled my eyes as I took off my mask, giving Tony a mocking raised eyebrow. "Anthony, your eyes are gonna fall out before your hair does." Tony sighed deeply, mouthing something under his breath, before looking me straight in the eye. "Next time, tell me before you go on patrol."

With a happy nod, I bounced onto the couch. "So, Underoos. How was your day?" I was literally bubbling to tell him my day. How Wade stood up to Flash for me. Ending up seeing Wade today, and more Wade. But instead, I shrugged. "Eh, not much. You?"

Tony sat down beside me with a stretch. "Not much. Your Dad, however, won a lottery ticket today. He went out for drinks with Bucky, Sam, Clint, and Scott to celebrate," Tony explained.

I smiled. "Aw, that's nice." Silence. "Wait, but you and Steve are married and you're a freakin' billionaire. "Gramps is from an again where winning the lottery ticket was rare and amazing. Also, the money is his, not mine."

"Ah," I said. After a good five minutes of silence, Papa stood up. "I'm going back to the lab, I suggest heading to bed, Underoos."  "Dad's not going to be happy knowing you've been awake with no sleep for the past 3 days."

Tony smirked, leaning over the couch to ruffle my hair. "You wouldn't rat me out, not for your dear precious Mr. Stark, would you?" Tony asked, his lower lip threatening to poke out. But my puppy eyes are a thousand times better than his. I rolled my eyes with an exasperated sigh. "I don't know, Papa. Maybe I'll need a little bit of convincing."

I crossed my arms and turned my back to Tony, pretending to think. Tony pouted with a sigh. "That's my boy," Tony quoted, digging deep in his pocket. I held my hand out behind me and felt Tony place folded blueprints in my hand.

New Spiderman designs!
"Don't expect me to keep giving you designs I'm expecting to surprise you with," Tony warned before tiredly continuing on his way to the lab. I looked over the blueprints with a sickening grin. Looking over it was like a normal person looking over all the money they collected.

I stood up, satisfied, before walking down the hall, intending to go to my room, only to bump into Natasha, who was coming out of her own room. The funny part is--she had a face mask on, along with a cap on her head. "Pete?" Natasha asked in a tired tone, squinting at me as if she weren't certain.