Hiding In Plain Sight

Chapter 17

I sat on the ledge of a building, only slightly shorter than the tower, breathing in the cool night air. A smile crept onto my face as I saw a shooting star go by. I wish for happiness, and a good life. 

In a way, I already had achieved that too. I got to hand out with the avengers, playing Mario Cart and helping win the prank war. I trained with Nat and Steve, worked in the lab with Dr. Banner and Mr. Stark, and even watched old movies with them, like Star Wars.

I was also wearing a brand new suit, courtesy of Mr. Stark himself. It was navy red and blue like my last one, and a brand new mask instead of a hoodie. Spandex and web markings lined it as I ran my hand over the side.

"I have got to say, Peter," a voice startled me from behind, "That suit is awesome!" I whipped around and saw somebody wearing a red and black outfit walking behind me. How did this guy know my name? I jumped up to face him.

"H- how do you know who I am?" I questioned, and he didn't even hesitate to pull off his mask ,revealing short blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He chuckled before sitting down next to where I sat before. 

"Oh, the author told me, of course!" Man was this guy clearly insane. Like you, amigo?  Shut up, Paco! The guy in front of me stared and cracked a smile, like this wasn't weird at all. "Who's the author?"

"Don't worry about it, Petey-Pie! By the way, I'm Deadpool, but you my friend, can call me Wade. Wade Wilson, actually." Strangely enough, my spidey sense didn't go off, so I sat down besides him. "Peter. Peter Parker." I removed my mask and our eyes met.

They were blue like the stars above us, shining above the night sky. Blue like the oceans that give life to hundreds of beautiful creatures. Blue like-

I realized I was staring for too long, so I turned away fast with a furious blush spreading warmth throughout my face. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw him stare at another shooting star with... Wait was he blushing too?

"Make a wish!" I urge, and he turns to face me again. "Why would I need to make a wish, Petey?" My brow furrowed and before I could launch into explanation, he whispers into my ear, 

"Why would I need to make a wish, when it already came true?"

"What did you wish for, Wade?" I ask him, already knowing the answer.

Wade looked into my eyes and pulled me forth to him. His body felt warm and protective next to me. He leaned forward and wrapped me into a quick, passionate kiss, which I returned without any second thoughts.

***

I couldn't stop thinking about Wade. He was cute, and I think he like me. Did I like him? I think you do, Peter, just stop kidding yourself. I was really starting to think I'm going insane, but Paco didn't say anything back.

Since Monday night, we had been meeting each other on the same rooftop and talking for hours. The only thing that made me come back to the tower, where I was temporarily staying, was Mr. Stark's reminder that he inputted into my mask. Otherwise, I would've stayed up there forever.

Mr. Stark was still letting me out for patrol, but I had to promise and tell him anything if I got hurt. Not like I really had a choice though, as my suit would detect any change in my homeostasis.

I hadn't even been to the orphanage in a while, not that the prison guards ever cared for me. Although, Mr. Stark told me that she called and requested that I was home on Saturday, for unknown reasons. Probably just some younger kids adoption, seeing as those usually took place on the weekend.

So that's why I was currently on my way to the orphanage. Mr. Stark and Nat offered me a ride, but I said I preferred to swing. I landed in the nearby alleyway and changed, stuffing my suit into the bottom of my bag.

Them, I breathed in and knocked on the door. 

But before my fist made contact with the large wooden door, it opened and my hand went up and hit Mr. Games directly in the nose. I guess he was back from his trip, and it looked like he was in a sour mood. 

He yanked me in and started cursing at me in at least three different languages. I could tell why to, as his wife, or more like ex-wife, stood beside Heather in the kitchen. I knew they were smack dab in the middle of an argument too, which is the worst time to confront them.

My first night back home was spent in the small closet. I liked to think of it as my second home, or even third, because I guess I could consider the tower as another place to call home.

**Sorry for the kinda short chapter, I've been busy with online assignments because state  history and English homework is a bitc-

"LANGUAGE!"

Damn it, Deadpool's here. Be right back, I need to buy the whole flex tape family of products to do emergency fourth wall repair...

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