Glazed Eyes, Empty Hearts ➳ Spideypool

13➳Too Good

I'm so scared
It's just for tonight
So I take a sip, wait 'til it hits
That liquid guilt is on my lips
I'm wasted on you
Too good to be good for me
Too bad that that's all I need
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Tony's POV

After calling Peter in sick to school, I worked in the lab for hours on some new updates for the Spider-Man suit. I hadn't even realized how long I had been in the lab until my phone rings.

It's already ten pm.

The unknown number flashes on my screen and normally I'd just decline, everyone gets calls from numbers they don't know. But something in my gut tells me I shouldn't be ignoring this one.

"Hello? Who is this?" I ask, slumping into a seat on my couch.

"It's Wade. Wade Wilson. I don't think you know who I am, but this is about Peter," a man says.

"What about Peter?" I ask, back straightening as I pull up the teenager's location via the suit and his cell. Both of which say he's back home at the apartment.

"I'm a close friend of Peter's... We, um, we're childhood friends. I stole your number off his phone while he wasn't looking, but I need your help. Peter's fine... I think. For now, but I'm really fucking worried," Wade explains carefully. There's shuffling on the other end before a microwave beeps.

"What the fuck? Why are you worried about Peter? What are you doing?" I question, frowning in concern. As much as I want to tell this random guy to fuck off, I know this could be important and if this is about Peter, I'm all ears.

"Currently I'm reheating leftover pizza from when Peter was over. Listen, I know about Spider-Man so I know he's perfectly capable of holding his own, but the thing is, he doesn't. He doesn't stand up for himself and it worries me because I know his home life isn't doing the best, but he's refusing to let me help."

"What about his home life?"

"Last night he showed up at my door, bruised and covered in glass and passed out. What I'm saying is this wasn't something that happened on patrol and he doesn't get bullied like this." Wade's voice is angry, protective of Peter. This immediately puts him on my good side.

I stand and begin pacing the length of my lab, ignoring Friday's warning that my heart rate is getting high.

"I knew he was hurt, but he wouldn't talk to me about anything," I sigh. "What do you know? Is there evidence?"

"He told me that Jason drinks a lot and yells a lot. What I'm guessing is Jason got angry after May's death and drank his problems away and when he's drunk, gets abusive. My best guess anyway. Peter wouldn't say it outright, but I got what he meant. He refuses to let me help, though. He keeps saying that he can't possibly lose another parental figure after everything," Wade mutters, voice shaking a little with his poorly concealed rage.

"He's shown up at the tower before like that. Beat up and refuses to talk about why... Is Peter home now?"

"Yeah. He went home about an hour ago. He obviously didn't want to and I didn't want him to, but it's better for Peter to try to stay out of trouble while I try to fix things. What am I supposed to do? I hate that he's there and there's nothing I can do about it. I want to fucking tear his limbs off," Wade grumbles. There's more shuffling on the other end of the line before there's some cursing followed by metal on metal.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Wade's laugh is harsh, bitter. "Does it matter? So what if I'm sharpening some knives."