Tricks

Twelve

"Anyways Baby boy, we should go bowling. I'm making it my mission to beat you at something." Deadpool demanded while tossing an empty soda can into recycling.
Spiderman let out a laugh, "So you choose sports?"

"We'll start easy and make our way up to figure skating! It'll go bowling, tennis, chess, swimming, and soccer! Wait, I'm missing football. And is chess even a sport? Is swimming easier than bowling? Do you know how to swim, Spidey? Wow, I wish I went to high school now." Deadpool ranted to himself.

"Isn't figure skating easier than football?" Peter questioned, choosing not to address why the merc didn't go to high school.

Deadpool shook his head, "Nah, I mean you have to be flexible, stay in the air longer than six seconds and be a good dancer? Not to mention it's freezing and those ice skates can probably decapitate someone. Have you seen how many injuries happen out on the rink? Blood on ice isn't sexy, I'm telling you now."

"I think you missed gymnastics." Another voice joined in.
Peter jumped not realizing how focused he was in the conversation. That might be a problem, the teen thought to himself as his eyes landed on Hawkeye.

"Hey, buddy! Snazzy meeting you here dollface!" Deadpool grinned.
"Yeah, yeah, " Clint waved the merc off. "Hey Spiderman, Irondick wants to cat with you."

"Spidey!" Deadpool gasped, "You didn't tell me that you were on the Avengers payroll!"
"I'm not! Ironman and I just have a friendship." Peter tried to distract the older man.

"Oh, like the sheets thing right?" Deadpool wiggled his eyebrows at the shorter hero.
"Eww, gross! No!" Spiderman shouted, trying not to let the sound of Clint laughing upset him.

"So what you're saying is that you're free? And single? Maybe homosexual? Am I coming on too strong? Is it obvious?" Deadpool spoke leaning closer to Peter with every word.

Clint responded by coughing loudly into his hand, "We should get going, you know how Irondick gets when he has to wait."
Before Peter could respond a bright blue light shot out into the sky interrupting the group's conversation.

"Should we go see where that's from?" Spiderman questioned weakly. Screams filled the air before anyone could speak, bodies were moving towards the danger without a thought about it.

Deadpool raced against EMS to help people and Hawkeye helped firefighters stop the blazing fire that threatened homes. While Spiderman didn't stop until he was close enough to see what exactly had happened.

An apartment building was in ash with a tall bulky blue guy standing in the middle. Peter gasped as his heart raced in his chest, lightning was coming out of the dude's body.

"Peter!" Clint shouted, the young hero shot out a web and pulled Clint closer, signaling him to keep quiet. Hawkeye nodded as the dip watched the man look at himself in amazement.

"What do we do?" Peter hissed at the archer.
"We should- maybe Tony has something? This guy is like a jacked up Thor." Clint mumbled under his breath.

"Okay let's just go quietly then. Get the police to barricade the block, then-"

"Whatzup!" Deadpool screamed throwing himself at the two heroes.
"Goddamnit Deadpool!" Clint shouted as the blue villain hit them with a large slab of concrete.

Spiderman coughed up the dust and was on his feet in a matter of seconds. "Guys? We gotta get out of here!" Peter shouted trying to find his teammates in the mist.

More screaming, crying, and walls collapsing. Peter felt his throat close as hands grabbed at him. "Peter get out of here! Deadpool and I can handle this. Tony will skin me alive if I let you get harmed under my watch." Hawkeye's voice swept through the teen's ears.

"No! I can help!" Peter shouted over the ringing of his ears.

"Kid, part of being a hero is making compromises and knowing when to quit. I got this, go home." Clint said and then pushed the seventeen-year-old off of the roof.

Spiderman sighed and started to swing his way home, stopping a few times to help parents or children t back to their families.

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"Dad, I'm fine!" Peter whined trying to get out of his fathers hold.

"Like hell you are! C'mere, the sooner Friday does her thing, the sooner you can go to sleep. You still have school tomorrow after all." Tony bit out.

"Ugh, dad! I'm fineeeeee. I get stuff thrown on me all the time." The teen grumbled but sat still on the chair.

Tony scoffed, "Doesn't mean you suddenly become immune to it."
"Yeah, yeah I know." Peter sighed.

The older man bit his lip before ducking his head, "Hey Pete, what would you say to me dating again?"
The teen squinted his eyes, "What do you mean?"

"Well, the thing is that Stephen and I have been-"
"Oh no!" Peter shouted startling Tony. "You and Dr. Strange have been shackling up? Dad! He's my doctor!"

"I mean, not really? Strange is more of a, " Tony waved his hand around trying to come up with a word, "an associate of sorts."

Peter let out a groan and flopped down to the floor. "I have a wizard dad now."
"So you're not mad? That I kept it from you?"

The brown haired teen raised an eyebrow at the older male, "Mad? Shouldn't I be mad? Cause now we won't be able to have family movie night! You'll be with Dr. Strange shacking it up."

Tony let out a heartfelt laugh and wrapped his arms around his son, "Peter, Peter pumpkin eater, I could never forget you! You're the light of my life darling! Besides, family movie nights are always for us, yes?"

Peter nodded into his dad's shoulder, "Yeah. Should I give Strange the pep talk when he comes back?" The teen grinned.

"You couldn't hurt a fly." Tony sassed.
"Not true! Remember that one time? With the beetle?"

"Yeah, you scream like a girl."
"Hey! That's sexist!"
Laughter could be heard throughout the room.

Young Dumb & Broke By; Khalid