Little Do You Know-Spideypool

Chapter 13, I think...

A/N: Ok, a little background about the last chapter... When Loki says Peter had it rough, he means it. Here's my canon to this story;
Peter's dads were so ashamed of their relationship when Peter was born that they gave him to Steve's cousin's aunt, May, and her husband Ben. They raised Peter as their nephew and he took their name, but when he turned fourteen and his dads came out of the closet, they took him back and raised him themselves. His aunt and uncle died soon after. He grew quite close with the avengers after he became Spiderman, becoming officially one of them around age seventeen. When he was nineteen, he started college, only to put it on hold to fight this huge war, in which some of his closest friends(T'Challa, Vision, Bucky Barnes[Steve Dad's best friend], Stephan Strange[Tony Dad's best friend], Nick Furry[His teacher and close friend] and Star Lord[That's all the ones I'm including stfu]) died tragically. When he was 21, Thor and Loki were in an accident that sent them both back to Heimdall for a few months, and when he was 22, he went into a coma during the MAM(Which is a thing I invented), and his boyfriend of literally a day or two left him after a week of being asleep. Almost immediately after he woke up(and he can't be spidey anymore, btw) his Dads died and he condemned himself to a wheelchair and moved in with his only surviving uncles to escape Wade's charity... So, I'm sorry, but Peter Parker has earned his place at the depression table, and we will let him be there as long as he wants!

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*The day before Wade's wedding*

Wade's POV

I stare at my dress with no particular emotion, the white lace poof with a sweetheart neckline and tints of red and purple.
"It's beautiful, Wade." Empanine says, hugging me tightly.
"Yeah."
"Are you nervous?" Weasel comes in with a few six-packs.
"Why would I be?"
"I mean, you're getting married tomorrow!" He laughed roughly. "Aren't you at least a little jittery?"
"No, I'm not." I say quietly.
"You don't want to marry him, do you." Empanine doesn't phrase it as a question.
"No, not really."
"Then why?" Weasel drops his can. "Is he forcing you to do this?"
"No. I proposed to him."
"Wade, you've been different since Peter-"
"I don't care about Peter Parker." I snarl.
"Yes, you do, Wade. That's why you're marrying Stanley. Because you're afraid."
"I don't care about Peter Parker." I say louder.
"Did you know he's in a wheelchair?" Empanine accuses. "He refused to finish PT because you were paying for it, and he moved in with his uncles because you started covering his rent."
"I." I'm screaming. "Don't. Care. About. Peter. Parker!"
"Wade!" Weasel's harsh voice cuts through my shouts. "Yes you do."

Thor's POV

"Peter!" I boom. "Are you leaving for work?"
"Yeah, do you need anything?" He calls from the kitchen where he's heating up some pastry for breakfast. Despite it all, the boy stays so fit... I don't know how he does it!
"Could you pick up some of those pumpkin cookies Loki likes? From the Corner Cafe?"
"Sure." He rolls to the door. "See you later then."
"Ok!" I figure sending him on an errand is better then having him be a robot. "I love you!"
"Love you too, uncle Thor... "
He leaves and Loki comes up behind me.
"All good?"
"Yes!" I spin around and kiss my husband. "I am good. And you?"
"I'm fine." He laughs. "What's got you so happy?"
"Peter agreed to get us some cookies on his way home from work."
"Really? Great! I love those cookies!" He giggles. "Come on. You can drive me to the office."

Peter POV

As I head to work I swear I can see a sign advertising a deadpool-themed wedding. Pausing in front of it, the poster states
"Wade Wilson-James and Stanley James welcome you to their Deadpool themed wedding."
Wade is getting married?

*The next day*

Wades POV

"Do you, Stanley James, take Wade Wilson to be your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health, 'til death do you part, so help you god?"
"I do." He smiles at me and squeezes my hands.
"And do you, Wade Wilson, wish to become Wade Wilson-James and take Stanley James to be your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, 'til death do you part, so help you god?"
I look out at the audience, Stanley's parents and friends and family, and my Weasel and Empanine. Wasel shakes his head angrily and Empanine frowns, still trying to be supportive.
I take a deep breath. "I do."
"If any object to this union, speak now, or forever hold your peace."
"We object!" A familiar voice echoes through the chapel, and we turn to see-