Highschool Days

Chapter 16

NPOV

Peter went on patrol right after he finished the powerpoint. He let Wade hold his account as long as he didn't do anything stupid on it. Patrol went by as normal, saved a cat from a tree, a small child who was clearly dehydrated, and a lost couple who was looking for the theater, maybe a few people from a burning building, the usual.

When Peter did come home, he was absolutely exhausted, brushing off Tony's questions about Wade as he slowly at his dinner, dozing off every few seconds. "Did he buy you dinner? Did he ask for money? Did he ask you to sit on his fac--" Steve plucked Tony on his forehead.
"Anthony!" Aunt May hissed in disgust. "What? I need to know these things!"

Steve gently pulled Peter out of his seat with ease. "Why don't you head to bed, Bud." Peter only nodded tiredly, his eyelids slightly squinted as he clumsily walked away, in the direction of his room. Steve sent a glare in Tony's direction, and Tony huffed back in response. Aunt May looked between the two as she continued eating her larb like nobody's business.

"Why can't you just be happy for him, Tony? Why can't you just give me that?" Steve asked in exasperation.  Tony looked down, tapping his arc reactor anxiously. "I've got that parental feeling."

May finished her food, standing up and cleaning her plate with a snort. "Figures." Aunt May backed away, seeing Tony stand up and approach Steve. "You know, mercenaries are mercenaries for a reason! They can be cruel to anything. Natasha's already told us he's a loose cannon and you just brush that shit off like it's nothing," Tony protested. Steve rolled his eyes, placing his hands on his hips as he looked off to the side. "Language..."

Tony bit his lower lip as he thought of more to say, giving Steve a chance to say whatever he wanted. "You wanna know what I think? I think you're overprotective. You don't want to see Peter with anyone else because you're afraid of all the possibilities he'll get hurt," Steve stated calmly.

"Bitch please--" Wanda peered in, her eyes blazing red. "H E Y!" Tony and Steve froze where they stood, looking over at her as her eyes went to normal. "We don't need another civil war, now do we? Unless you want another code green because you dumbasses are so butthurt over Peter's getting more action than you, then I would shut the hell up. Okay?"

Only now did the couple notice Bruce's presence. His eyes were slightly green, but he massaged his temples to calm himself down. "That would be...greatly appreciated."

Tony, again, huffed in annoyance, his gaze falling to the floor as he scuffed his foot against it. Steve sighed softly, grabbing Tony's hand and leading him out. "We're going to bed," Steve announced.

"You do that," Bruce replied, not even bothering to look in their direction as Wanda wandad away.

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end my suffering.

--Timeskip--

Peter took a deep breath. All morning he had been checking over the powerpoint to see if Wade fucked it up somehow. Wade chuckled watching Peter look over it every five seconds.

"Pete, it's fine," Wade told him, rubbing his shoulders gently. Peter shivered slightly at his touch, closing the laptop again. "I know I know it's just...I don't know," Peter blurted, his hands shaking slightly.

"Peter Parker! Wade Wilson! You're up," Mr. Harrington announced. Peter gave a weak smile as he stood up, allowing Wade to hook up the powerpoint so it could pop up on the projector.