Tricks

Twenty One

Peter awoke to the smell of stale Mexican food and dim lights. With a groan, he sat up and looked around. The hero was laid out on a couch that was covered in stains. The paint on the walls were chipping off, and a half broken table was in the middle of the room.

"Whoa! Super healing really has its benefits," Deadpool's voice rang in the room. 

In a daze, Peter turned to the source of the sound and was met with an unmasked merc, "W-Wade?"

"So you do know my name. Wasn't a trick of my ears. Tell me Peter Stark, did your daddy feed you information about me?" Wade crossed his arms in an angry manner.

"What are you talking about? Why would he do that?" Peter questioned, holding his head between his knees to stop the world from spinning. 

"Because I kill people. Metal dick wouldn't trust someone who kills people for money to be around his son," Wade responded.

"Dad did tell me that, he didn't show me a picture of you unmasked though. I respect you too much to do that to you," Peter informed the male.

"Why respect me? My morals go against yours every time!" 

"Not every time."

Wade let out a loud sigh and disappeared into the kitchen. Peter watched as he left, his thoughts spiraling down as the silence became deafening. Leaning back against the couch, Peter closed his eyes as he let his thoughts form. There was a villain, what was the media calling him? Strange was there and started helping. The he got kidnapped.

Peter's eyes snapped opened and tried to rush off the couch. Only stopping when his body protested the sudden movement. A few seconds later Wade walked in, still unmasked, and stared.

"Why are you on the floor? Saw my face and decided it wasn't for you?" Wade asked, he was holding a glass of water in one hand and something else in the other.

"What? I don't care about your face! You look fine! Stephen is missing! They kidnapped him!" Peter frantically shouted.

"Here," Wade said, handing the hero the water and a few pain meds.

"Thanks," Peter sighed, popping the meds in his mouth and taking a gulp of water. The webbed hero felt frazzled at the way the merc was staring intensely as him. "What?"

"You know, I believe we wade a promise to each other a few chapters back. If I reveal my face to you, you'll do the same," Wade winked.

"Um, are you sure?" Peter nervously questioned.

"Trust me Spidey babe, if your not disgusted by this ugly mug, I'll love whatever is underneath that spider mask you go going on," Deadpool flirted. 

"Your face isn't ugly Wade. It's nice looking," Peter bashfully said with his head hanging down.

"Aw, your so sweet! Let's get married! We already have one of your dad's approval! Remember kids, it's better to ask for forgiveness than permission. Unless it's murder. Then never talk about it," Wade spoke into the screen. 

"I don't even want to know anymore," Peter said shaking his head.

"Unmask! Unmask! Unmask!" Wade cheered, jumping up and down.

With a shaky breath, Peter slowly grabbed the edges of his mask and gently pulled it off. He closed his eyes to ground himself before opening them and meeting the other's eyes.

Wade's face morphed into a shocked looked with a slight blush on his cheeks. "Damn, I need to marry you." He whispered.

"Still in high school, can't marry." Peter flushed as he turned his head away from the other's intense stare. 

"High school! Wait, how old are you Spidey? Don't tell me that I'm robbing the cradle! Worst day ever! And I had a chicken pop out of my stomach before!" Wade cried out in shock.  

"Um, it's fine. I'm eighteen," The hero quietly mumbled.

"When did this happen? Did the author forget to include a birthday chapter?" Deadpool talked to the wall.

"Right. I'm going to ignore that now," Peter said, letting himself lay back down on the couch. "How long have I been here?"

"Well, it's around ten at night now. So, nineteen hours? You slept the day away Spidey," Wade replied, looking at an imagery watch on his wrist. 

"Crap. My dad is going to freak out. Do you know-" Peter was cut off as something crashed through the ceiling. 

Iron Man stood tall on top of the  now crushed table table and in front of the young hero.

"Hey! That table was expensive! It costed me ten dollars!" Deadpool protested in the background as Spiderman and Iron Man had a stare down. 

"They took Stephen," Peter found himself saying as he looked at his Father.

Tony quickly got out of the suit and pulled his son into his arms.

"How heartwarming," Deadpool cooed at the father-son duo.

"Shut up you damn psycho," Tony growled at the merc. 

"Hurtful," Wade gasped and clenched his heart in fake pain.

"Leave Wade alone dad, he was there when Stephen was taken. I passed out and woke up here," Peter informed his Father.

"And now he knows you face. Deadpool, thank you for looking out for my son but, we're leaving now," Tony firmly spoke. He started to pick Peter up, ignoring the younger male's protest.

"Not to interrupt Spidey's temper tantrum but, there's a icky black portal appearing on my livingroom floor," Wade said, pointing at the dark mass that seemed to be growing bigger. 

"You fucking dumbass! Did you check to see if you were being followed?" Tony angrily shouted.

"Well excuse me! My future husband was badly injured and needed medical treatment!" Wade exclaimed. 

"Excuse me? Future husband my ass! The day you marry Peter, is the okay I'll die!" Tony shouted.

"Oof, that was too much for EndGame viewers," Wade breathed.

"Dad," Peter whispered as the portal sucked him in. Both Tony and Wade stared at the black mass before diving in after him. 

Chlorine By; Twenty One Pilots