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“You want me… to what, Mr. Stark?” Peter paused in his rewiring, glancing up with a frown. The request had come out of nowhere, sprung upon him in the silence of the lab.
“Not me,” Tony said, fiddling with something. The lack of eye contact and the fast pace of his words told Peter he was nervous and didn’t want to be having the conversation at all. He wasn’t one to get nervous, so Peter had learned to pick up on it when he did. “If it were up to me, I’d tell you to stay as far away from him as realistically possible. We could use Friday to reverse track him; you can stay five blocks away at all times. Far, far away. But Rogers and Fury say we have to bring him in and you’re our best bet.”
“Far away?” Peter repeated, very confused. His brain picked what made sense out of any of this and ran with it. “Hey, we could adapt that technology for restraining orders. Like to alert people if their abuser was too close?”
“Loop it into the Find My Starkphone feature. Would work wonders in PR—don’t distract me.” Tony sat up straight on his rolling chair and pointed at Peter. “Steve keeps giving me his disappointed face every day I put this off. He’ll upgrade to lectures if I tell him I let you distract me.”
“Not the lectures.” Peter whispered, having been on the receiving end of Steve’s famous lectures a few times, “Wait. We could record it and put out a new PSA—”
“Stop, stop with the ideas,” Tony said, “Focus, Webs.”
“I’m focused,” He said, only somewhat lying, “Just very, very confused.”
“What’s there to be confused about?” Tony said, “I just witnessed you break down the molecular structure of like eight different compounds for Bruce, but you don’t get this?”
“Very much, no.” They were basic molecules; it wasn’t that big of a deal. “Bring him in for..?”
“A school tour of the Tower, of course—what do you think?” Tony was staring at him like Peter was the confusing one, “Fury wants him off the streets and locked down somewhere his particular brand of crazy won’t resurface.”
“Let me just…clarify.” Peter put his hands on the lab table, bracing himself, and staring at Tony intently, “You want me to arrest Deadpool?”
“Yes.” Tony said, “I didn’t think this would be that difficult to understand. You’re the only one who’s ever had any contact with him. Not even Fury can track him down when he doesn’t want to be found, but he seems obsessed with following you around, which is why you should stay far, far away-”
“You want me to bring Deadpool into an Avengers-level jail, so Fury can play interrogator and lock him away?” He interrupted, because what even.
“In a nutshell,” Tony agreed, watching him skeptically, “I don’t like your tone; why are you using that tone?”
“I don’t have a tone.”
“You do. A weird one. What’s the deal, kid? I know you’ve worked with him before, but he’s the complete opposite of your save-everyone-I’ve-ever-seen attitude. He’s a killer.”
“What my deal..?” Peter said slowly, realizing horribly that Tony didn’t know. And if Fury was asking for this, and the rest of the team were pressuring Tony, that meant nobody knew. Oh god, Wade was going to have a field day with this. “…Mr. Stark, I’m going to have to get back with you with that one.”
“I’m sorry, what?”
Peter stood, shoving his notebook carelessly into his bag, fumbling it in his rush. His mind was spinning because what the hell. “I gotta go, I gotta, I’m sorry, I’ll—”
Peter was out the door before he could say anything else. Thoughts tumbling over themselves as he booked it out of the Tower. He almost always wore his suit under his clothes nowadays, so it was a matter of ducking into a dark alley and shoving his street clothes into his backpack.
It took him 15 minutes to swing home and stumble through the window. He dropped his bag, and pulled his mask off. He could hear a low hum and banging kitchenware, “Wade?”
“Petey?” Wade answered, turning when Peter stumbled into the kitchen, “Aren’t you supposed to be sciencing, not spidering?”
“I can do both. I frequently do both.” He said, coming in close, “Listen, I learned something today.”
“Sciency?”
“No,” Peter said, reaching up to tug gently on the necklace Wade always wore. The necklace fell out of a soft white t-shirt, hooked around one of Peter’s fingers. It dipped, weighed down by a golden ring. Wade’s amusement faced into something softer and pleased, “Something to do with this.”
“Oh?” Wade’s voice was as soft as his look. He stepped in closer, turning them slightly to pin Peter between the counter and his larger body. His face hovered inches from Peter’s, “Tell me what you discovered.”
Wade was being really sweet, and usually Peter would take all the advantages of that, but today he had a few other things on his mind. Namely:
“Nobody on the team knows we’re married.”
A blink and a delighted grin slowly bloomed, “Oh?”
“Mr. Stark told me Fury and the team needs me to bring you in to answer for your crimes and lock you up. Stop laughing! They want me to arrest you! My husband!”
“Petey!” Wade was indeed laughing, bright and excited, arms pulling Peter in as close as possible. A quick shift of grip and a lift had Wade setting him on the counter. Peter let him manhandle him, familiar with the motion. Wade stepped in between his legs; hands lingering on Peter’s thighs. He looked way too excited about the idea, “You gunna arrest me, love? Been wanting to break out the handcuffs.”
“No arresting,” Peter cupped Wade’s face with his hands, “How is this even my life? I wear my ring every day! Half the team are geniuses or spys; how have they not picked up on this?”
“Sneaky Spider,” Wade murmured, pleased and amused. That was a win, at least. Peter had no idea what to do; if the Avengers had their sights on Deadpool, they wouldn’t easily be talked out of it, but Peter wasn’t about to let any of them take Wade away, “You tell them you’re stuck with me?”
He wiggled to the edge of the counter, pressing closer to Wade because he always wanted to be close to him. His fingers plucked at Wades shirt as he wrapped his arms around him. “No. I woulda told them I got a husband who loves me and that I adore him. That he’s super smart and supportive and never ever fails to make me smile even when I’ve had a horrible day. Woulda said he’s got these beautiful blue eyes and that I’ve never felt safer than when I’m in his arms. Woulda told them they can’t arrest you because you’re mine and I love you.”
“Woulda?” Wade prompted softly, ducking his head into Peter. He tended to hide his face when Peter got overly sentimental, but the way he pressed into him and clung tighter, told Peter he loved it, even if it overwhelmed him sometimes.
“Woulda. If I hadn’t panicked and rushed home instead.” That earned him a snort and a laugh. And Peter was starting to see the humor in this, “Still going to. I’ll have to tell them, I’m still not sure how they didn’t know to begin with, but I’ll go in, and I’ll tell them exactly why they aren’t allowed to have you.”
“Protective Petey! I love protective Petey. Let me come.” He said, squirming with excitement, “Introduce me?”
“There’s no possible way that’s going to go smoothly.”
“I’ll bring my knives!”
“Wade.”
“I won’t? Bring by knives?” He corrected, “I’ll bring my swords instead. Gotta make a good first impression.”
“And if they still want to arrest you?”
Peter loved being an Avenger. Loved working with Tony in the lab and sparring with Natasha. Clint always was up for a round of video games or messing with the others in (usually) harmless pranks. He’d been welcomed in at a young age, and the team was an extended family. Bucky liked to bake, and Steve liked to draw. Thor was like the cool uncle who dropped off presents, shared weird stories Peter was never sure were true or not, and then disappeared. And Bruce was his favorite scientist long before the Hulk gained popularity.
But he’d give it all up in a moment if it meant losing Wade.
“That’s what the guns will be for.” Wade said, pleased.
“You’re a menace.”
“Paper says you’re the menace.” Wade quipped back, “You musta rubbed off on me. Once or twice.”
“Oh, my god,” Peter said, amused, “No killing. Or maiming if you can help it.”
“Still going to bring the swords.” Wade said, an edge to his voice.
As playful as Wade seemed most of the time, Peter had long since learned to read between the lines. He knew the dangers of walking into the Avengers complex and what they might do if they truly wished to arrest him. Walking in unarmed wasn’t an option.
“Of course,” Peter agreed, “The guns too, if you want.”
“I always want.”
“Try for non-lethal, love?”
Wade’s head lifted, nose brushing along Peter’s, “For you? Absolutely.”
Peter loved him. Planning what to say to the Avengers could wait. For now, he was too busy trying not to smile as Wade closed the distance and kissed him.
“Well?” Steve prompted when Tony finally came down from his lab. He’d assured Steve he’d finally broach the subject of Deadpool with Peter today.
Steve hated to admit it, but Tony had the best odds of handling the situation. They all loved Peter, but Tony had known him the longest and still had the closest relationship with him. And they were asking Peter to betray an old teammate’s trust. That wasn’t an easy thing to do. Plus, Peter was bright and kind; he wouldn’t want to do it. But he’d see it was for the best; Deadpool was a dangerous liability and getting him off the streets would benefit everyone. Surely Peter would understand that?
“Deep subject, Cap.” Tony said, breezing by, “What about it?”
“Did you ask Peter to bring Deadpool in?”
“Oh, sure, yeah.” Tony stopped, and turned around with a shrug, “He told me he’d get back to me on that.”
“He…what?”
“Said he’d get back to me.” Tony repeated, which spoke volumes because Tony hated repeating things. It meant he was just as stumped as Steve was about the answer. “Then he left, very quickly, I might add. Very rude.”
Steve frowned, considering, “Well, it wasn’t a no. We knew he wasn’t going to like the idea. He used to work with Deadpool a lot back in the day, the idea probably spooked him.”
“He was being weird.” Tony said, “Weirder than normal.”
“Nerves.” Steve repeated. He knew what it was like to consider a friend a criminal. It could shake you hard, “He’ll come around. He must know how dangerous Deadpool is.”
Tony eyed him for a moment before turning around, “Whatever. I delivered your message.”
Steve left it at that; the idea was there now. He could bring it up with Peter again, make him understand they weren’t doing this to be cruel, but out of necessity. Steve wouldn’t have had Peter on the job at all if he didn’t think he was vital to locating the mercenary.
Except two hours later, Tony found him again, wagging his phone in the air, “Kid texted me.”
Tony was the only one who still called Peter ‘kid’. He didn’t seem to mind the various nicknames, but Peter was well into his 20’s. Steve felt he’d long since earned his spot on the team and referring to him as ‘the kid’ felt like an insult.
“Said he’s coming in early to talk about ‘the request’.”
“Alright.” That sounded promising, if Peter was willing to talk it over they stood a chance.
“Not alright. Opposite of alright, actually.” Tony said, “Peter used capitalization and punctuation. Full sentences.”
Steve made a face, “That’s… how texts work, Tony.”
“Not Peter’s.” He said, “He sends pictures and memes and stupid emojis. He told me proper grammar should be saved for academic papers and emergencies. Like when you’re pissed at someone.”
“You’re looking too far into this. It’s a text.”
“Something’s up,” Tony shook the phone again, “I’m telling you Cap, kids weirder than normal about this.”
“Well, then he’ll be in early tomorrow, and we can discuss it with him. Like adults.”
“You’ve never had Webs mad at you before.” Tony nodded, like he’d solved a problem, “You don’t know what it’s like. Peter’s unpredictable on a good day, but when he’s irritated, he’s chaos.”
“Tony.” There was no need to get dramatic; Peter was coming in to talk about it. That was what they wanted.
“Alright, alright, you’ll see tomorrow. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Steve tried to put it out of his mind. Tony did know Peter the best; maybe he’d come to the meeting tomorrow geared up, just in case. If Peter wanted to argue Deadpool’s case, he deserved that chance. It wouldn’t change anything; the mercenary was highly dangerous. But if Peter resisted or didn’t want to participate, they’d find another way to get Deadpool.
It wouldn’t do to worry about it; either way it would be resolved tomorrow.
Wade followed Peter through the Tower, fully decked out; suit, swords, guns, and (Peter had relented) knives. Peter wore his usual jeans and shirt combination, but his web-shooters were fully stocked, and his suit was hidden under his clothes.
Wade liked to go for overtly threatening and Peter liked to sneak attack. Wade walked with a skip in his step, highly looking forward to every millisecond of this meeting.
Opposite, Peter had a determined set of his shoulders that meant I-mean-business, and Wade loved every single version of Peter Parker, but this was one of his favorites. Protective Peter, focused Peter, I’m-going-to-do-it determined Peter.
Wade found the entire situation hilarious. There was no chance of Wade being thrown in Avenger jail between Peter and him. Petey could talk a frog outta being green if he had to. And Wade could shoot it until it wasn’t. But the team asking Peter to turn over Wade was classic Peter Parker luck. And Wade was beyond excited for the chaos of this entire meeting.
He followed Peter, weaving through the halls into a packed living room. Conversation halted immediately, the focus of the room drawn to Wade. Only three showed up to the meeting but all three, Rogers, Stark, and Romanov, shot to their feet with various stages of shock and confusion. He saw Peter draw in a deep, steadying breath; a sure sign he needed a moment to think.
Wade waved, filling the silence to give Peter a moment, but also because, The Avengers! “How many autographs do you think I can get before they throw me in fancy jail? I bet I can get Rogers to sign my ass.”
Said man, looking very star-spangled today, gave the two of them a bewildered look. Stark snapped his fingers at Rogers, “I told you, chaos.”
“Peter,” Steve said strained, ignoring Stark’s comment, “You didn’t tell us you were bringing in Deadpool today.”
“There’s a lot he hasn’t told you.” Wade agreed, amused.
Peter made a high noise, some combination of embarrassment and complaint; Wade found it fascinating but couldn’t explore it until later when they weren’t faced with three people who wanted to lock Wade up and throw away the key.
“I appreciate you being willing to bring him in.” Steve was saying, “I know it couldn’t have been easy-”
“It was fairly easy, actually,” Wade corrected, mildly surprised the cuffs hadn’t come out first and conversation later. “Have you seen his doe-eyes? Petey could get away with murder.”
“I didn’t invite Wade here to be arrested.” Peter said firmly, “Because he won’t be arrested today. Or any day. There will be absolutely no arresting. We’re going to have a talk.”
A pause. Wade watched the shifting emotions of the three Avengers with amusement. The idea that his Petey, overly affectionate and never ever shy about touching or feelings (even in public when Wade’s mask was off and the world eyed him like he was a monster, Peter’s looks were soft and his hands gentle and sweet) having not mentioned him was ridiculous.
It also meant Petey had been listening when Wade told him to stay quiet to protect your assets.
Good Spider.
“-is a violent mercenary.” Rogers was saying. Behind him, Romanov shifted, posture looking relaxed, but Wade knew a fighting stance when he saw one and that was textbook. She was prepared to do all the violence. “I know you’ve worked with him in the past, but you need to understand-”
“Steve.” Peter cut in, voice hard. Rogers stopped immediately, surprised. Wade knew that feeling. Because Peter was the most polite little spider anyone could know. He didn’t cut people off, and he only used that tone on the rarest of occasions. His natural, easy kindness made people shut up and listen when he got mad because it was so out of character. Wade leaned toward him a little, thrilled; let the chaos begin! Peter’s voice was firm, “Hard line here: nobody’s touching Deadpool.”
“Except you.” Wade said, because Peter had blanket permission to touch Wade anywhere, everywhere, whenever he wanted. Especially in private. Or in public.
“Except me.” Peter agreed easily. He was touchy, gentle brushes here and there, fingers running over scar tissue without hesitation, all the time. Drove Wade insane in the best way. “Nobody touches Deadpool except me.”
“Kinky.” Wade said, lowering his voice so only Peter could hear, “Can I get a pass if Mr. America man agrees to sign my ass?”
“We understand he’s an old friend,” Steve said halfway between worry and apology. Romanov had moved around the seats and was trying to circle around behind Wade and Peter to cut off the exit. Silly, that. The windows were Peter’s preferred escape route and Wade would undoubtedly follow him, extensive drop or not.
“But you need to understand he’s dangerous as well.” Steve was still talking, trying to use a soft tone with Peter. Bargaining. Stupid option. Wade had tried bargaining with Peter before, but he was smart and stubborn. It was a losing battle; better to appeal to his other sides. Logic and emotion. “Let’s just discuss this before we decide.”
“Bucky was dangerous. He killed people, and you fought for him. This is me, fighting for Wade.”
“Peter,” Steve curved his voice, sounding a fraction away from pity. “It’s not the same, you know that. Bucky was experimented on; what he did wasn’t a choice. And I knew him long before any of that.”
“The irony,” Wade bemoaned, pressing his hands to his heart and leaning against Peter, who supported his weight with ease and familiarity. He used the move to peek at where Romanov was; better to keep all spiders accounted for. “Petey, defend my honor.”
Stark frowned, “Uh, no. That’s not happening. Step away from the kid.”
Apparently snarking was chill, but touching was a no-go.
“Is he talking to me?” Wade whispered as loud as he could. “Did he just call you a kid?”
“We do things different here.” Steve said, voice firm, “That includes not touching unless given permission.”
“My delicate feelings! Didn’t you hear him earlier? Green light on touching because Petey loves me, don’t you Petey?”
“I do.” Peter said firmly.
“Consent is sexy.”
“What? No, listen, kid-”
“You listen, Mr. Stark. You can’t arrest Wade because we’re married.” Like ripping off a band-aid. Steve looked like someone had smacked him which was hilarious and Tony started coughing hard.
“What?”
“Peter-”
“Married.” Peter interrupted firmly. “And if you try to arrest him, you’re going to have to take me down too, because I’ll resist it every single way I know how.”
Wade loved that Peter was willing to fight for him. Nobody else fought for him. Nobody cared to think he was worth fighting for until Peter.
“That’s a lot of ways.” Wade commented, “Probably more than I can count.”
“Like you’re not a master tactician,” Peter sassed in an affectionate tone. “For every plan I have, Wade’s going to have another two. And I have a lot.”
Peter had full access to Friday, a super genius (very chaotic) mind, more strength than Steve, and solid, honed spider skills. Wade couldn’t die and was stubborn as shit. Also, he was a fair hand at tactics.
If it came down to a fight, Wade was betting money on him and Peter. And he only bet on games he knew he’d win. Or that he could cheat on.
“Married?” Steve looked shocked. “To Deadpool?”
“Threaten them again,” Wade prompted, “They weren’t listening.”
“Yes, married.” Peter said, “How have none of you done a legal search on me? Or figured this out? I take our anniversary off every year. I wear my ring every day.”
“I thought it was a purity ring.” Tony said, unsure.
“I’m Jewish?” Peter said, wrinkling his nose as Wade started to laugh.
“Baby boy, have you got them fooled. Purity ring, puh-lease.” He said, laughing, “He looks innocent, but he isn’t.”
“Oh, my god.” Stark sounded horrified.
“Look at you learning to lie, I’m so proud. Secret husband, secret religion, secret kinks. What else you hiding?” Wade grinned as Peter flushed.
“I wasn’t hiding anything!” Peter sounded flustered in the best way, “Stop talking about sex! I thought you guys knew!”
“How would we know?”
“Why didn’t you tell us?”
“I thought you did regular background checks or something. I didn’t know you didn’t know until Mr. Stark asked me to turn my husband in for questioning. Which I’m legally not obligated to do, by the way. My lawyer said so.”
“You have a lawyer?” Stark looked like the entire world had flipped on its axis. Wait until he found out the lawyer was a blind vigilante. “Stop, stop, sit down kid; this whole conversation is setting me back 10 years.”
“We never considered you would have something to hide.” Romanov said, from where she leaned against the door still. “Clearly an oversight, have you considered spy work?”
“He doesn’t like it.” Wade said, tugging at Peter’s hand so he quit anxiously wringing them. He may be willing to throw down for their marriage, but Wade knew he didn’t like it. Peter cared for the Avengers, and he hated fighting with people he loved. “He’s too honest, keeps him up at night.”
Peter nodded, because it was true. His finger’s, sticky and grabby due to his spider genes, pulled at Wade’s gloves in a familiar way. “I didn’t mean to hide anything from anyone. I really thought you knew. I’m sorry about that, but I’m not letting any of you arrest him. Or interrogate him.”
Rogers glanced between the two of them and took a few large steps closer. Wade slowly rocked into his toes and let go of Peter’s hand, just in case he needed them for swords or guns or knives or grenades (Petey said no grenades, but Wade wasn’t about to leave them home all alone, they’d be lonely!) or…a hand?
Rogers extended a hand outward, “It’s an honor to meet someone Peter holds in such high regard.”
Wade eyed the hand, “’We don’t do touching here without consent.’ Petey said only he gets to touch this bod.”
Steve blinked in surprise and Peter snorted, relaxing and nudging Wade with his elbow. Apparently, if Rogers was willing to shake his hand the major threat was gone. “Semantics.”
Wade hummed, shaking Roger’s hand enthusiastically, “How do you feel about signing my ass?”
“I’ve… never been asked that before?”
Wade thought it was a viable question.
“Why wasn’t I invited to the wedding?” Stark said, glaring suspiciously at Wade. “Also, him?”
“Him,” Peter sounded proud, “Mr. Stark, I took two weeks off? And I gave you an invitation, but you were in Dubai, I think?”
Stark made a face but didn’t get a chance to answer.
“He’s got more logged kills than the Winter Soldier.” Romanov said, approaching from behind, “More violent ones too.”
“So do you.” Peter said shortly. Because he was defensive when it came to Wade’s history and wasn’t as delicate as the Avengers seemed to think he was. Romanov paused to consider him, nodded with satisfaction, and left the room with a lazy wave.
“Spider fight.” He said, snagging Peter’s hand again and tugging him toward Wade, “To the victor goes the spoils.”
“Are you the spoils? Or the victor?” Peter leaned into him, easy as breathing. Wade didn’t care. Either, both. He got Peter either way.
“How.” Stark said, motioning between them, “How did this even happen?”
“You look really good in spandex.” Wade said dreamily, “I needed a closer look.”
Peter laughed aloud because that was absolutely true and also those were the first words Wade ever said to Spider-Man, before he even knew the person underneath the mask.
“Mr. Stark, I ask myself that every day.” Peter said, voice curling sweetly, “Usually with a different tone of voice though.”
“Sappy!” Wade wrapped his arms around him, lifting Peter’s smaller frame off the ground. He used the leverage to plant a loud kiss on the side of Peter’s face. It wasn’t perfect, because Wade still had his mask on, but it made Peter smile which was the goal.
“I’m having an aneurism.” Stark said. “This is a joke? It’s a prank?”
“I don’t think so.” Steve sounded amused.
Peter squirmed, attempting to get Wade to let him go, then froze, “Is that..?”
Wade clung to him as he wiggled more, deft fingers plucking at Wade’s belt until, uh oh. He held up a grenade with a frown. Wade dropped him (Peter always landed on his feet).
“I’m pretty sure I said no grenades. We’re on the same level as the labs and things will explode. There are civilians who work here.”
“He was lonely.” Wade reached out to take the grenade back, but Peter pulled it away from him. Thin fingers pressed against Wade’s chest, gently keeping him in place so he couldn’t reach it. Peter frowned at him and Wade complained, “Petey.”
“We can’t use grenades in the Tower.”
“Just guns.”
“As a last resort.”
“One grenade, look at him, he’s cute.” Wade pointed; he’d drawn a face on the side of it and it was cute. Because Wade wasn’t stupid; contingency plans were his jam. And the chances of Peter finding out about the secret grenades were 60/40. The face would help because Peter loved his doodles. He found them charming. His words, not Wade’s.
(He figured the other two grenades, tucked into different pockets, could stay secret for now)
He was gifted a small smile as Peter saw the drawing, “You’re trying to impress me. It’s working. Don’t use it.”
He handed it back and Wade snatched it, pleased. Emotional support grenade.
“Are we negotiating?” Stark said, “We’re negotiating bombs.”
“Peter, perhaps we shouldn’t…” Steve trailed off, looking constipated.
“You can take it from him if you want.” Peter said; cheeky!
“No Take-Backsies.” Wade sing-songed, pocketing the grenade and gently patting the pocket, “You’ll have to kill me for it.”
“He means that literally.” Peter added, “Just so you know.”
“Does your aunt know this is a thing? I feel like she’d protest her pride and joy being hitched to an insane killer.”
“Aunt May loves me.” Wade said, scandalized. It had taken a long time for Wade to accept that she really did love him. But Aunt May showed affection just like Peter did; a mixture of rough teasing and overt affection. Words weren’t just words for the Parker’s, they really really meant things. When they said they were happy to see him, that they loved him, he made them happy, they liked having him around… they really meant that shit. Once he realized that, he learned Parker Love was a one and done deal. Once you earned it, you unlocked a whole new world.
“She does,” Peter agreed, “Don’t call him insane.”
“I see you didn’t protest to the ‘killer’ part of that sentence.”
“I know who I married, Mr. Stark.” The differences in their careers had been an early hurdle to overcome, but Wade was proud of their progress. And a little turned on by Peter’s stubborn set to his chin as he defended Wade, “Wade killed people. Sometimes he still does. Stuff happens.”
“Shit,” Wade said, “Shit happens, Petey.”
“That’s what I said.”
“No,” Wade tugged him closer again, because when Peter was nearby Wade wanted to be touching, talking, interacting to see him smile. “You said the PG version.”
“I’m kid-friendly.”
Wade laughed, because that was true. Kids loved Peter, inside and outside of costume. People loved Peter, animals loved him. Wade loved him. And Peter loved him back.
“You’re actually married.” Stark said, throwing up a document in the middle of the room. Marriage license. “Legally.”
“I believe that’s what they’re saying.” Steve said, sounding amused and watching them, “Face it, Tony, you don’t know everything.”
“You didn’t know either! Neither did your pet spy.”
“I didn’t ask him to turn over his husband.”
“Because you were too scared to!”
Wade leaned against Peter, “Are they always so entertaining?”
“Sometimes more.”
“I wanna come back.” He said, watching a full-blown argument develop, him and Peter forgotten. “They’re fun.”
“We haven’t even left yet.”
“Yeah, but I wanna come back.”
Peter grinned, watching the other two bicker back and forth for a moment before… “I’ll put your credentials into Friday. Mr. Stark doesn’t know I cracked her code like five months ago. You can come visit whenever you want.”
"And do sciency stuff?"
"If you want." Peter agreed, "But there's other stuff too. Clint likes video games. And pranks."
Wade did love pranks.
"Kid!" Stark motioned to Peter, "Come tell Rogers why he's wrong."
"I need hard facts to back up that argument, Mr. Stark," Peter said with a grin, but dutifully approached the two.
"If you get Peter, I get Deadpool." Rogers said after a beat.
"Bad idea," Wade said, automatically, "Peter's too good at arguments, we'll never win without cheating and you're too goody-two-shoes, Mr. America."
"We'll see," Rogers said with a smile as he clapped Wade on the shoulder. "I've been known to bend the rules before."
Strange, to have others purposely reach out to him. To accept him so easily into the fold. Something like that was difficult to find. Something he never thought he'd have and then later, never thought he'd get again. Peter had done it without second thought, folding him into his life was ease, and it seemed the Avengers were willing to as well.
"Alright," Wade agreed, "Let's corrupt America further."