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Peter Pov
I take a deep breath of relief. I somehow escaped my over-protective parents and finally got some fresh air. You see, when you have to Dads who are apart of the Avengers, things tend to be a bit more complicated. My Dad, Tony stark, can be chill but can also be over-dramatic. He has yet to find out that I'm the friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man and I’m trying my best to keep it a secret. He would literally flip if he found out! My other Dad(or Pa as I like to call him), Steve Rogers, is really like a laid back Mom. Of course he gets mad every now and then but it's mostly at his rude husband. If he found out I was Spider-Man, he would probably lecture me on the dangers of the world or something.
I lean back on my hands as my feet dangle off the tall building I'm currently relaxing on. I like to look over the city. The brightly light city that never seems to rest and all the people that should probably be heading home by now, was so beautiful to me. I loved nights like these, where crime seemed to back off and everything was silent, except for the few cars here and there. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. It smells like it's going to rain tonight. I should probably be heading home before Dad decides to barge into my room again. I stand up and dust off my red and blue spandex suit.
“I guess I'll be back tomorrow….Hopefully”. I say to myself. Just as I was about to sling myself off the building, my spidey senses start going crazy. I quickly turn around and see some dude dressed in a red and black suit similar to mine. “OMG! ARE YOU REALLY SPIDER-MAN!!”. I get in a defensive stance as this grown man fangirls right in front of me. “You're like, my favorite hero ever! I have all your merchandise!”. This person might seems harmless, but my senses tell me otherwise. “Who are you?”. I question as the man starts doing some kind of dance. “Spider-man wants to know who I am! This is the best day ever! My names Deadpool”.
Deadpool? I think I heard that name before. I think Uncle Bruce was telling Dad about it. “The merc with a mouth?”. And there he goes again. “He knows who I am!!! This is such an honor!!”. My phone rings at I look away from the man-child in front of me. I sigh in relief as if was just Bruce. I quickly answer. “Hello?”.
Peter? I need to ask you a question, do you have time?
I glance at Deadpool once again, who is now writing something in a pink unicorn notebook. “Yeah, what's up?”.
Do you think your Dad will let me try something on one of his suites? I found out a way to add a healing addition to any type of mechanical armor and so far; no one will let me try it out!
I let out a little laugh at how defeated he sounded.”I'm not sure, you know how he is. Maybe if you ask Pa, he could maybe convince that psycho for you”.
You’re right! I'll ask them tomorrow. Thanks Peter, Goodnight!
“Goodnight, and try not to stay up too late. You'll need at the energy you can get”. We say our last goodbyes and hang up.
“Who was that?”. I jump as Deadpool leans over my shoulder. “When did you get here?”. I turn around the face him. “You were talking for so long, I got bored and decided to be nosy. And I just walked over here”. I back away from him. How'd he get passed my Spidey senses? I should leave before things get dangerous. “Well, It was nice meeting you. I have to go”. I run over to the edge of the building and get ready to jump. Arms wrap around my waist and pull me away from the edge. “Not so fast Spidey, I finally got to meet you! I want to see who's under that tight fitting suit of yours”.
I struggle against his hold and his grip tightens. “Just a quick peak, no one needs to know”. I feel his glove hand touch the back of my neck, causing me to shiver. “Is someone sensitive?”. I blush under the mask. I need to get out of here. I look around for any possible exits. I look down at my legs and notice how close my leg is to his um private part. Perfect. I quickly bring my leg up before slamming it down and his private. He lets go of me and bends over. “Cock shot”. He wheezes out.
I take no time to get away. I jump off the building and shot a web and make my way home. I don't look back. I make it to the Avengers tower and skillfully climb into my bedroom window. “Welcome home Peter”. J.A.R.V.I.S calls out. “Does my dad know I left?”. I ask as I start undressing. “No, Tony and Steve have been busy tonight”. I gag. I Know what that means. “Thank Jarvis, I'm going to head to bed, Goodnight”. I don't bother putting on PJ's as I climb into my bed with just my dark blue boxers on. “Goodnight Peter”. I fall asleep thinking about that overgrown child.
~Morning time bitch~
I groan as someone shakes me awake.”Peter get up! Your Dad wants to show you something”. I open my eyes and see Pa hovering over me. “Tell him I'm to tired”. I mumble out. I roll onto my side and try to fall back asleep. “Okay, I'll tell him you're still asleep then”. I hear him leave the room.
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Wait. “PETER GET UP! I NEED TO SHOW YOU SOMETHING!”. I knew he left to easily! Dad yanks my warm blankets off my body. “Dad! I want to sleep in ! Can't this wait?”. I whine missing my warm covers. “No and it's already 10! You've slept enough”. Do parents no understand the concept of sleeping in? I sit up and rub my eyes. “I'm up, no need to keep yelling at me”. I croak out. I notice that my parents aren't saying anything which is very strange. I look over up at them and see them staring at me. “What? Did I drool down my face again?”. Happens more than it should. “When did you get so fit?”. Pa asks. I just remembered that I slept with just my underwear on. “What do you mean?”. I say in the steadiest voice I could manage. “I’ve been like this since I was 15”. Not lying there. “How?”. Dad questions as I get up from my bed.
My feet hit the cold floor. “Don’t you remember? I started taking defense classes after that whole incident with the bullying. I mean you guys were the one to sign me up for it and even had Hawkeye teach me some stuff too”. Also not a lie, just not the actual reason. I stretch out my joints until they pop. “I guess we haven't really noticed till now”. Dad mumbles out. I shrug. “I guess so”. I walk over to my closet and pull out a pair of blue jeans and a plain red t-shirt. “He obviously gets his looks from me”. Pa stated. Dad scoffs. “He gets them for me, I mean have you seen this face?”. I roll my eyes at the 2 bickering children in front of me. I quickly get changed and walk into the bathroom connected to my room. “No he gets then from me! He gets his height from you Tony”. I brush my crazy brown hair. Once it looks tamed, I start brushing my teeth. I finish and walk out into my room to see my parents making out.
I face-palm. “Really? In my room? Go be gross somewhere else”. They stop what they're doing and blush. “Meet me in the kitchen”. Dad says before dragging his husband out of my room. I shake my head as a smile makes its way on my face. I walk over to my small dresser and open the second drawer and grab a pair of black socks. I quickly slip them on and make my way to the kitchen. I wave to uncle Quil. He waves back before suddenly running down the hallway. “THOR LET GO OF MY CHIPS”. Yup, they're all children. I look down the hall and see Quil trying to pry a bag of chips from Thor's strong grip.
I walk into the kitchen a spot a black of fluffy looking pancakes. “There you are Peter!”. Dad yells with a mouthful of pancakes. Pa slaps him over the head with a spatula. I bite back a laugh.”Eat with your mouth closed and Peter, sit down and eat”. I nod and sit next to Dad. I grab the syrup from the table and drown my pancakes in it. “Peter, that's too much”. Pa states. “There's never too much”. I stop pouring the brown goodness. I cut up my stack of pancakes and take a big bite. I quickly scarf down the rest. Once I’m done, I set my fork down on my plate. “That hit the spot”.
My parents are already use to me eating like a crazy person so they just go back to doing their own thing. I place my dish in our amazing dishwasher and turn to leave. “Pete wait”. I look over my shoulder at my dad. “I had to tell you something, remember?”. I nod. “What's up?”. He picks up his mug and takes a sip. “You see, the avengers have a job to do, so We'll be gone for a few days”. I slowly nod my head. “What are you guys going to do?”. My Dad hesitates before answering. “Do you remember when I told you about that Deadpool dude?”. The image of the man-child fangirling flashes through my mind. “Yeah”. I bite back a laugh when a image of him with his unicorn notebook flashes through my head. “He recently got a job to kill someone and that someone happens to be..”. I urge him to finish. “Is?”. He scratches the back of his head. “It just happens to be you”.
I take a moment to register what he said. “ME? WHAT'S SO SPECIAL ABOUT ME?”. I mean he couldn't have found out I was Spider-Man right? No, he loves Spider-Man. “Obviously because someone knows you're our son and wants payback”. Pa says placing a bowl of fruit in the table. “But don't worry, we'll catch him and crush him”. Someone finishes. I turn behind me and see uncle Bruce slamming his fist down on his hand. “I feel so safe”. I say with a smile. “Good to see you finally descend from the lab”. Bruce walks over to me and ruffles my hair. “I can't have some guy in a leather suit killing my only nephew can I? Who else would help me convince your Dad to let me try things”. I roll my eyes. “You need me and my sweet convincing skills”. Bruce pulls me into a hug. “Now, go up stairs and answer your phone, it's been ringing like crazy”.
“Okay”. I make my way upstairs and into my room. Bruce wasn't kidding. My phone was playing my ringtone, which happened to be the star wars theme song. The word “Unknown” flashes over the screen. My phone stops ringing and my notifications pop up.
15 missed calls from: Unknown
This person obviously knows me. As if on cue, my phone starts ringing. I press the green answer button and put in up to my ear. “Hello?”.
“SPIDEY!!!”. I pale at the voice.
“Deadpool?”. How the hell did he get my number?
“Oh my gosh! You remember me! I'm so honored!”. I groan.
“How did you get my number?”. I ask, kinda irritated.
“I may or may not of look at your phone after the call and took your number with my super ninja skills”. Of course he did.
“What do you want? I'm sorta busy right now”. Not true. “And I don't have time to entertain you”. Deadpool makes some sort of pouting sound.
“Oh come on! I'm going to be busy for awhile! I have some rich kid to kill and his parents aren't the easiest to defeat”. I mentally slap myself. How could I forget that?
“Leave Peter alone”. I growl out. First of all, I’m not some rich kid. I earn my own money by helping out around the lab. “And fuck yeah his parents aren't easy to kill, they’re the avengers after all”.
The line is silent for a couple of seconds before the idiot responds. “How did you know it was the Peter kid?”. Bad Peter.
“I just know, and if you try to kill him, you'll have to go through me too. That kid is all his parents have so Fuck off. Don't call me again, unless you change your mind. Bye”. I hang up and throw my phone on my bed.
Try and kill me. Let's see who wins. Leather or spandex.