𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄: 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅

6; forbidden fruit

Peter slowly sat up, rubbing his brown eyes frantically. His phone was buzzing, it had been for awhile. Every time the buzzing would stop, he'd go back to sleep, but it was happening more rapidly now. He took the phone, and answered it with a cranky grumble of a voice.

" Hello..?"

" Peter Benjamin Parker! Do you have any idea how worried we were? We've been calling for three house!!" Tony's voice was filled with worry, and Pete could hear Steve's comforting tone in the background, soothing the worked up iron dad.
" We..We have to talk to you, please, get to the tower as soon as you can?"

" Yeah, I'll be right there. Am I in trouble?" The teenager stood up, onto his feet, hissing at the pain jolting through his sore body.

" Goodbye Pete, we love you."

The teen's eyes narrowed at the phone, as soon as Tony hung up. What on earth could he be in trouble for? He hasn't done anything wrong. He pulled his suit on, and tugged his converse on over the built in shoes. He pushed a change of clothes, his phone, and his wallet into his backpack, and let out a hum.

He tugged his mask on, and pushed the webshooters onto his wrist. Peter shoved the window open, and squeezed his small body out, onto the fire escape. Before the boy could think about it, he was taking off, swinging toward the avengers tower.

The Arachnid flew through the silent city, spinning in the the air with a soft squeak. Happiness filled his eyes, and he felt his body go into a full dive to the ground, catching himself at the last second. He let out a giggle, swinging from building to building, peace residing in the core of his heart.

He felt disappointed as he reached the Avengers Tower, sliding into the opened window with a wide grin. The adrenaline pumped through his body, as he went into the kitchen. Peter waved at his parents, as he picked a chocolate milk out of the refrigerator, and pulled off his mask.

" Pete, you might want to sit down. " The voice of reason spoke first, his blue eyes staring down at his son. Steve gave him a sad smile, as Pete followed his dad's orders. " This is important, okay? You shouldn't take it lightly."

" Kiddo, we saw you with Wade Wilson." Tony spoke after a long sip of coffee, a frown on his face as he looked at Steve.

" Who?" Spider-Man questioned softly, eyebrows furrowing as his gaze went from Dad 1 to Dad 2.

" Deadpool."

" Oh! He's nice! What's wrong..?" He searched for a swirly straw, humming softly.

" Pete, he's a mercenary. He kills people for money.." Steve watched as The Arachnid stopped, his body tensing up. " Give him the file, T.T."

Tony slowly slipped the Manila Envelope across the table, giving him a gentle look as he opened it. The boy went into serious mode as he scanned over every word carefully. Wade was only a year older then him, abusive family, diagnosed with cancer.

Everything just seemed like a normal hero origin story: that was, of course, until he got to all of the man's charges. He took in a sharp breathe, gulping hard.

" So, you understand if we tell you to stay away from him?" Steve asked softly, watching the way Peter nodded hesitantly.

" Are you going to be alright?" Iron Man watched as he began another hesitant nod.

" I'm gonna.." He didn't finish his sentence, as he closed the file and slowly pulled his mask back on.

He got up, and even with his father's begs in the distance, he took off. Peter Thought he had a friend. His heart was thumping wildly in his chest, the books hurting his eardumbs.

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He sat at the top of his usual building, staring down at the busy streets. Peter's head rested on his knees, which had been pulled so close to his chest, they were locked into place. The Arachnid felt lousy, he didn't know why Wade was such a loss, he barley even began to know him.

Peter stared blankly at the busy streets ignoring his spider-sense as someone approached his side.

" You know, you're my hero?" The familiar voice spoke happily, and even though Peter didn't turn to look at wade, he knew where DP's eyes were. " Can I have an autograph?!"

" I don't give autographs to murderers." He spoke harshly, blinking his tears back. He thanked Karen silently for concealing his shaky voice.

[ He knows. I told you he'd find out. And now, Spider-babe doesn't want anything to do with us.]

[ Don't say that. We can still try. He liked us yesterday.]

" He liked us yesterday, because he didn't know us." Wade pointed out with a frown. He was staring at Pete, waiting for the boy to take it back.

Peter clawed at the spandex on his thighs, hot tears rolling down to his chin. The mask concealed his beautiful face, and he thanked Thor for that.

" Tell me it's a lie.." Peter cried out, the tremble too apparent to be covered up. " Please?"

" I would never, ever lie to you.." Wade said seriously, staring down at him with worry.

Spider-Man turned to look at the mutant, slowly getting up. He felt his stomach growl, and Wade must have heard it, because he lifted a bag of Tacos, and sat beside him.

" Peace offering, Spider-Babe?"

" ...Fine "

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//Slow chapter, sorry.