will you be mine • Spideypool ✓

chapter 8 - Realisation

For the sake of the story, I am merging two characters together, please accept this as I need this plot twist to move the book forward. I won't say which as to avoid spoilers.  But yeah anyways enjoy!

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Third person POV:

Wade was the first to wake up. His bed was drenched with sweat. There was a small group in the corner of his room who had been there for who knows how long.

"Um...hi?" Wade said awkwardly. Natasha emerged from the group sitting herself next to Wade.

"How long was I out for?"

"About 3 hours." Natasha replied simply. Her face was impossible to read, so Wade gave up trying.

"Where's Peter?"

Natasha's face broke. A wave of emotions hit her all at once. A worried look came to her eye which Wade picked up on immediately.

"Is he okay? What happened?" Wade asked frantically, trying desperately not to burst into tears.

"He fainted shortly after you. The stress of seeing you unconscious was overwhelming and his body couldn't take it. He still hasn't woken up." Wade didn't wait to hear anymore. He burst out the room and headed straight for his boyfriend.

The voices were screaming at him to calm down but he ignored them, as usual. He was not going to calm down when his Peter was unconscious. Because of him.

He burst through the doors of Peter's room. Ignoring the deathly gazes of Peter's fathers Wade sat on the bed and clasped his hand.

"Is he- is he going to be okay." His voice cracked several times. The kid was biting back tears. A soft hand rested on his shoulder, forcing him to look up. Steve was smiling at him, tears evident in his eyes.

"He will be ok Wade. I promise nothing will happen to him. You need rest." Steve said calmly.

"I am not leaving him." Wade muttered stubbornly, pulling himself closer to Peter. Tony sighed.

"Fine. Stay here then. But please sleep. You vitals were all over the place when you were out." He said quietly.

The two adults resumed their place at Peter's desk. Wade nuzzled into Peter's shoulder, still firmly clasping Peter's hand.

"Please be okay." Wade whispered before falling promptly asleep.

--- time skip to the next day ---

Peter had woken up. It was very late when he did so and he scared the life out of Wade who was peacefully sleeping next to him.

They both went for breakfast that morning feeling refreshed and quite confused.

A flood of 'are you ok?'s and 'how you feeling?' hit the boys like a bus when they walked into the kitchen. The entire group was waiting for them there, along with two plates overflowing with food.

The two sat down and wolfed down the food, ignoring he plethora of questions. they were just about to leave when one question from Bucky caused them to freeze.

"Why did you pass out Wade? What did we say?"

Wade gulped, trying to swallow the huge lump in his throat and failing miserably.

"I, I erm." He honestly did not know how to answer this question.

"Spit it out. I wanna kill a bitch." Clint said, which earned him a slap from Pietro.

"I think Taskmaster is my father."

Wade's POV:

Wow I didn't realize how hard that would be. Everyone was staring at me incredulously.

"Come again." Said Stark in his normal sarcastic voice.

"I think Taskmaster is my father." I replayed all the encounters I have had with Taskmaster in my head. His voice was always disguised, but a hint of accent could always be heard. He was skilled in knife fighting, much more so than me. Even though my dad worked for him, and I went on a lot of missions with him, I have never seen Taskmaster and my father in the same room.

All the pieces started to fit together. Logan is Taskmaster.

Peter looked as if he was about to burst. His face was bright red. If this was a cartoon smoke would definitely be billowing out his ears.

"What makes you think that Wade?" Natasha said calmly.

I started basically reliving my childhood, giving them detailed descriptions of missions and training. It all made perfect sense now I thought about it. Why didn't I realise this sooner.

Once I had finished I slumped against the wall, trying my best to stay standing.

I can't believe that bastard would do this to you. To Peter

I know. I wanna kill it. Can I kill it.

"Yes you can." That remark earned me some strange looks. I teleported back to my room, quickly pulling on my suit.

My door burst open. Peter was standing there with his suit already on.

"What are you waiting for. Let's kill this son of a bitch." He said, voice laced with venom.

I liked it.

For the first time since I met Peter I allowed my murderous training take over. We jumped out my window and tore over the rooftops of New York, heading for Brooklyn.

We were quickly joined by the avengers. Damn I was really hoping to do this on my own.

As if he had read my mind, Steve called out. "We were not going to let you do this alone."

A gave a grateful nod to the soldier and ran ahead of the group, fueled by pure untamed rage.

"I hope you are ready for a family reunion dad." I mutter under my breath as I break through the window of the address we were given.

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Yep, Logan is Taskmaster. I know that he isn't actually but for the sake of the story he is aha.

This was a weird chapter but I hope you enjoyed! Until next time!