Baby boy

Crushing

"What did I say Peter? I told you to stay away from him and you do exactly what I told you not to do! Should I staple a note to your forehead so that you won't forget?" Peter has been actively avoiding Mr Stark every since what happened. It worked for a while but soon Iron Man just wasn't in the mood to tolerate it any longer.

So here he was, a week later, sitting on a park hill while the prototype Iron man lectured him on his behaviour. "Honestly, it's not my fault that he was at the crime scene! It's not my fault the press got the wrong idea of what I was doing! It's not like I was in an alleyway fucking him or something!" Peter snapped.

No, he was on a billboard stand kissing him.

Not that Peter would say that part out loud. Luckily for that one moment, Mr Stark's eyes were looking elsewhere.

"Don't you snap at me kid! I'm the one that's responsible for you! You think I like having to baby you every second of the day? I've got shit to do Peter, if you keep doing this kind of crap, then not only will I be on your case but Steve will too! Once he gets involved, oh I can't wait for your funeral!"

"But-"

"Don't even start with me! You're on thin ice! Trust me when I say you don't want to be involved with that guy, he's all sorts of bad news!"

"He doesn't seem that bad to me", Peter mumbled but Mr Stark sure as hell heard him.

"You don't know him, stop pretending like you do. When you think you've figured Deadpool out, you just then realise that there's about twenty more chapters to his story. Once those are done, there'll always be more. Don't. Get. Involved", Iron man then flew off without giving Peter the chance to retaliate, watching him fly off with a glare.

He let out an exasperated grunt and pulled his knees to his chest. Was he going to listen to Mr Stark? For the first time ever, he knew he wasn't. The more he resisted the urge to unravel more about the Mercenary with a mouth, the more he felt himself falling. Falling into what? He wasn't sure yet.

He wanted to know why Wade's skin looked like that. Did it have to do with why he was immortal? Did his entire body look like that? Peter still didn't know what Wade's face looked like, he only saw the bottom of his chin and his neck, and that was enough to understand why Wade hid like he did.

"Are you Spider-Man?" A small child approached him and Peter looked over at him. He now realised he was still sitting on a hill in the park fully suited.

"That would be me..." He tilted his head and smiled from behind his mask at the small child who grinned giddily. "I wanna be a hero like you!" He beamed and Peter let out a faint chuckle, climbing to his feet and practically towering over the kid.

"Where're your parents?"

The boy pointed to a picnic seat where two women were seated, looking over at them with small smiles. Peter grinned and took the boy by the hand and lead him over to the seat, greeting the women politely and accepting to have a photo with their son.

It was moments like these that he felt so at ease. If it was just making a small child happy, it was worth the world.

He just wanted everyone to be happy and safe... Everyone...

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School was as uneventful as ever. He didn't really want to there. Whether he was being spoken to by Ned or Harry, Liz or MJ, he didn't want to be there. There was only one person he wanted to see. It was so pathetic...

He was like a child having an elementary crush. A crush on the worst person he could possibly have one on. He wanted to see Wade again. He really did. It was embarrassing and stressful to carry these emotions and he couldn't tell anyone about it. None of his friends would understand why he was crushing on this merc he supposedly never met.