A/N: I know you probably hate ranting as much as I do but plz watch the video. It made me cry.
PETER P.O.V
I look into the mirror. I'm wearing a black tux for my aunt May's funeral. I start tearing up when I hear a knock on the front door. I am not surprised when I see Mr. Stark, Nat, and Steve.
"Hi guys, welcome," I say with a fake smile. They smile in return. "Oh please come in." I say moving to the side. I check my watch, 5:30. Exactly on time. I sigh, what did I expect from 3 avengers?
*Wade will probably be a hour late.* Wade Winston Wilson a.k.a Deadpool the mercenary for hire and my best friend. He is 5 years older than me so that makes him 30.
He was there with me when May died.
"Hey Peter. I'm so sorry about May." Nat says hugging me and walking inside. Mr. Stark pats me on the shoulder.
"I'm sorry kid."
"He's not a kid anymore, Tony." Steve says behind him. Mr. Stark just sighs. After he walks inside Steve tussled my hair.
It would take some time but life could go back to normal. Just as I turn away I hear footsteps behind me. I turn back and see Wade.
"Sup Punk!" He says as he goes in for a hug. I return the embrace. I pull away before he does something like slap my ass. The Avengers dont really know Wade to be my friend but they have definitely heard of him.
"Mr. Stark, Nat, Steve I would like you to meet my best friend, Wade Wilson. A.k.a Deadpool."
Mr. Starks eye's widen with fury as he processes what I just said. Wade was not making it any easier. He puts a arm around me and kisses my cheek. I blush.
"Wade stop it." I try to say seriously but end up laughing at Steve's face. If May were here she would tell Wade to knock it off and Steve to loosen up. I smile at the thought. Once again I start to tear up.
I wipe at my eye with my sleeve . Nobody seemed to notice so I just pretended it didn't happen.
"Peter. Benjamin. Parker. What are you doing with Wade. Fucking. Wilson?" Mr. Stark never looked so angry. He wasn't shouting but I almost wish he was. It wouldn't be as scary. *Peter you are 24 almost 25 years old get it together.*
"Language!" Steve says. I almost laugh. Almost.
"Petey invited me because I just happen to be his best friend," Wade says sitting down on the couch. "And future roomate." He finishes winking at me. I put my face in my hand and sigh.
"I never actually agreed to that Wade."
"You never said no."
"That doesn't mean yes." I state calmly.
"Fair enough Petey."
"Petey?" Mr. Stark askes. I turn knowing he is not calling me that but simply asking about the nickname itself. And why Wade is calling me that.
"Yes Mr. Stark?"
"May I ask where that particular nickname came from?"
Wade smirks.
