Crazy Super-Gay Peter Parker One-shots

The Defenders - Cake Mania

This technically isn't a crossover (I think, I mean it's still Marvel), so I've included brief introductory descriptions of each character I don't usually use (Daredevil, Jessica Jones, Ironfist, and Luke Cage).

This chapter is also a request by THE_COOKIE_GODDESS - so sorry it took so long! I hope you like it.

Also I kinda forgot to to watch the show until it was too late, so I did some research then decided that meh, I knew enough.

Ships: Ironstrange, stucky, SpideyPool, BlackPepper, Thoruce

Warnings: Swearing, Voodoo (?), Fire, Donald Trump

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Perhaps setting fire to the apartment complex he, The Defenders, and Daredevil lived in wasn't a good idea for Deadpool.

No, it really wasn't.

"Wade, you fucking idiot!" Peter shouted into the phone. "I'm watching you on the news- what have you done?!"

"Hey, sweetheart!" Wade called back into the phone, waving at the camera live streaming him to Peter's tv. "This was only slightly my fault... maybe mostly, but still!"

"Wade..." 19 year old Peter Stark-Strange hissed, unimpressed.

Wade pouted. "Right, yep, it was my fault. I kinda forgot I was cooking nuggets for lunch."

"How long were the nuggets on for?" Peter asked, aghast. It was 9 in the morning, not near lunch at all

"21 hours."

"For fuck sake, Wade!"

"I know, I know, silly me. Can the Defenders, Matt, and I stay with you for a little while, please?" Deadpool begged, sending puppy dog eyes towards the camera.

Peter rolled his eyes. "I'll ask my dads. Bye, love."

"Bye-bye, sweetie!" Deadpool exclaimed, hanging up before turning to proclaim his innocence to the extremely confused reporter.

"Dads!" Peter called, hoping off the couch and walking through the living room.

From the next room his fathers both yelled back. "Yeah?!"

"Can four of my friends, plus Deadpool, stay at the tower for a little while?" Peter asked, walking into the kitchen to speak face to face with his fathers. "Wade accidentally burnt down their apartment."

"I don't see why not, we do have the space for them. Stephen?" Tony Stark-Strange said, shrugging his shoulders.

Stephen nodded in agreement. "As long as they don't drink my tea, sure, they can stay. But if I catch a single tea bag missing, I will send them so far into the past that they'll be dining with dinosaurs till their deaths."

Peter stared at his father in silence for a few moment. "...Can I just buy you more tea?"

"Sure."

"Great, I'm going to go tell them." The teenager said, twirling around and leaving the kitchen.

Stephen and Tony looked at each other momentarily, the later speaking up. "Should we have asked their names?"

"Nah, it'll be fine." The sorcerer responded.

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It was about two hours later when Thor threw open Tony and Stephen's bedroom door, surprising the pair. Stephen was sitting on the floor, making a voodoo doll while surrounded by lit candles, and Tony was tweeting alarming, self deprecating tweets from Stark Industries main account.