"TOOOOO THE WIIIINDOOOOOW! TOOOO THE WAAAALLL!"

Spider-Man cringed at Deadpools less than on key attempt at singing as the man threw another baddie into said wall, effectively knocking the poor robber out.

He quickly webbed him there before flipping over gracefully dodging three bullets and ending in a spin to kick the one behind him.

"TILL THE SWEAT DROP DOWN MY B-"

"Deadpool!" Peter shouted though he couldn't hide the amused tone in his voice and he mentally kicked himself at the smile stuck stupidly on his face.

Because that was just so Wade.

Another punch and Deadpool paused before suddenly dancing side to side,

"MY MILKSHAKE BRINGS ALL THE BOYS TO THE YARD!"

And this time Spider-Man didn't hold back his laugh as he webbed the last baddie up.

He didn't even berate himself for calling him Wade in his head rather than Deadpool. This was becoming a more accepted title to the merc as of late.

"Your 90's/2000's kick is going to kill me Pool," he crossed his arms as the leather clad man came up with his "I KNOW YOU WANT IT"

Webbing the Alpha he jerked him forward laughing, planning on swinging him to the other side of the roof in their strange unspoken way of saying" you go get food meet you at the normal place."

Unfortunately Peter hadn't expected Wades wings to fling out as he was doing it, causing the other to twist around, the webbing to be caught on a wing and pulling him forward on top of the vigilante, sticky spider web now holding their chests and one wing together.

They were mere inches apart. Wade wasn't singing anymore. Peter wasn't laughing. He could see the red clad anti-heroes opposite wing ruffle and he knew he wanted to present-again! But Peter had told him no more-especially during fights or around baddies.

And Peter couldn't figure out why he kept doing it. It wasn't like he was going to respond. It wasn't like he was going to take that type of rejection.

Though laying on his back, Wades large muscled body on top of his own Peter felt his resolve crumble just a bit. Leaning his head into Wades neck, and inhaling deeply as the other shuddered Peter sighed at the purely Alpha scent on the other. Some very small and sad part of him-he fondly called that part of him his bitch omega side- really wanted to just let Wade ravish him. To mate with him.

And god that was most assuredly NOT a gun in Wades pocket.

Pushing the other over he made quick work of his webs and climbing off him, his arousal sharp in the air along with Deadpools own.

"Pizza," was all he could say before he swung off before he did something stupid.

Like show his ugly, shameful black wings.

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Peter flipped over from where he had been climbing the wall of the building to hand stand on the edge of the roof giving his back a good stretch.

"Didn't know we signed up for dinner AND a show," a voice chuckled from behind before giving off an unmanly squeal and Peter-currently clad in his Spider-Man outfit- watched Deadpool spin and hug himself continuing in a high pitched voice," now give us a twirl! How 'bout you come hang off good ol Daddy-Pool and use us as a stripper pole baby-boy."

Spiderman rolled his eyes and flipped onto the roof and crossed his arms.

"I'm hardly a baby Deadpool," he chuckled," and you are definitely not thin enough to be a pole of any sort."

Being a baby may have been the case when Peter was a newbie hero, but now he was a full fledged Avenger, hell he was even turning 24, and a working college student. There was nothing baby about him.

And taking a moment to appreciate the flaunting 6ft winged man clad in skin tight red and black spandex Peter doubted Deadpool was ever anything resembling a pole since hitting maturity.

Course the mercenary seemed to have the uncanny ability to read his mind, or just naturally think in an overly sexualized manner-actually Peter was pretty sure that is what it truly was- when he spread out his wings-presenting them on top of the roof where anyone could see the display the bastard- letting the golden brown and red splashed appendages stretch proudly.

"You're right arachnid boy, this sexy bod is anything BUT like a pole," he flexed his arms and wings a grin obvious through the tight mask," heeehee. Butt."

"You are the child if either one of us is," Spider-Man walked over passed the other as he put his wings away going to where a few pizza boxes lay. It was Friday. Peters choice for dinner day. It had become a thing over the past few months of their meetings and Peter finally tiring of JUST Mexican every night they hung out. And ever since Deadpool had decided he liked Spider-Man and Peter had slowly warmed up to the merc with a mouth, it had become a frequent event so long as Deadpool wasn't out due to a job.

Deadpool probably isn't listening because he's already prattling on about something else-who was Andrew Garfield?- but Peter doesn't mind. He is used to Deadpool redirecting the conversation from tense situations.

Like Peter not responding to his wings flaunting in a total alpha male presentation. It was times like these that Peter wished his wings were anything but black. Because his natural omega response would have been to return the gesture. But between suppressants and the fear of loosing probably the only friend he still had-Gwen was dead, Harry was crazy from the symbiote and the avengers were more like a strange sort of extended family to be considered actual friends- he could never bring himself to show the other he was a raven. A disgrace. Dirty.

"And how about those Turtle ninjas. Fuckin' ninja's here in New York! Have ya gotten to meet them yet Spidey? No? Too bad- fuckin' funny little green men. Heh kinda like aliens. I like Raph, my kinda guy. Don't know why he sounds like he's from Brooklyn though. Too bad they weren't around back in those Kingpin days you had to deal with huh."

Wade joined him shortly after plopping down close, it would have been annoying a few months ago but Peter now found his heart stutter in his chest at the brush of the others hand as he causally swiped a slice of pizza talking about beer brewed in a Brooklyn brewery- "and if that isn't a lot of B's in a sentence Spidey I don't know what is!"

But despite his heart pounding at the slightest touches, his rather steamy dreams that had become rather frequent, he never responded in kind. He knew it hurt Wade, shit that was the last thing he wanted to do after actually befriending the Merc.. But the red clad anti-hero turned Hero. . .ish. . . didn't need to know his secret. Not even the avengers knew. He kept it well hidden.

Thinking about his black wings, his tainted secret, left a bad taste in his mouth.

He forced the rest of the slice in his mouth and chewed it mechanically. As a poor starving college student he wasn't one to turn down free food.

"Fuckin' aliens man," and Peter wasn't sure how the conversation had changed to aliens but he didn't question it-that was just so Wade. Going from Brooklyn beer to aliens in 3 seconds flat was perfectly normal," we haven't had a good invasion in a looong while spidey. And I missed that last time in N.Y-was in fuckin' China killing some old ass bitches. But the pay was good - but aliens!"

"Next time Aliens come to N.Y I will be sure to drop the memo before even stepping foot into the fight," Peter smirked as Deadpool dramatically put a hand to his heart.

"Oh marry me now Spidey!"

He rolled his mask back down, the one slice having settled wrong since the thought of his wings came up and he did NOT want to loose his dinner in front of Wade.

They sat, Wade was now talking about the romantics behind sunsets and Peter was content in just listening-most days they would banter back and forth but today his mind was filled with wings that would always be black, what ifs, and possibilities of all sorts. It wasn't as if Wade was the first one to ever present their wings to him. He had just been the only one to do it multiple times.

And it was Wade. Maybe he wouldn't hate him for it. After all, Wade was very lonely at the best of times. It was messed up to think about but Wade may very well outlive everyone he knew. And Peter was certain he was the last living Raven. If there were others they hid it just as well.

The first time Wade presented it had been only two weeks before. Wade had invited him over and had done it on the fly-pun not intended.

To say Peter almost had a heart attack would have been putting it lightly.

Thankfully it hadn't done any terrible damage to their friendship-that was when Peter really realized how much he COULDNT loose Wade. They played it off as if nothing happened, and when it happened again, after a short lecture of 'not to be presenting out in the open like that again' they went along with their every day superhero living.

Peter didn't even ponder on how he had said not to "present in public" any longer instead of not to "present at all". He pretended it wasn't that growing part of him that wanted to be with Wade coming out more.

"Why don't you?"

Peter jumped back into the conversation at the serious tone and at how close Wade had suddenly gotten.

"W-what?" his shoulders were tense, bounded wings ruffling underneath his skin. It was rare when he let them out. And it was always done with lights off shades drawn. Even he didn't like to see the ugliness of his own feathers. He hadn't actually seen his wings since he was a child. Since his parents-

"Peter," he flinched at the seriousness in Deadpools voice. At the voice that was gravely and tugged at somewhere low in Peters gut- god he should never have told Deadpool his first name. Now he knew it he would use that deep Alpha voice with it. It was a reoccurring thing-these days- the more the merc hung with Peter and worked for the avengers.

He had told Wade his name as a sort of compromise for not responding to his presentation. Because Wade truly was important to him," I never see your wings. No one has-I've asked."

And there it was-was he sure the merc couldn't read minds?

"I-its not that big of a deal-" who was he kidding? It wasn't as if they were in the 1800's and showing your wings was as indecent as an ankle or un-gloved hand. It kinda was a big deal.

"Come on spidey," frowned the red clad mercenary," I know you have wings. I can tell-you don't display wingless tendencies. I just. . . can I just look?"

"You haven't even seen my face," he didn't mean to snap-but this was a raw subject. Especially being asked if he was wingless-it wasn't a first either. And memories he would rather not come to mind of almost becoming wingless-because really he couldn't blame people for wanting to punish him for brandishing about BLACK wings even at such a young age-so he snapped.

Apologetically he shrugged folding his arms as he looked onto the inky sky and lights of the city.

"I haven't even seen your face," he says, because he is an asshole and 'knows' it is a touchy subject for the merc.

Wade is silent for a moment before turning from the other tense.

"I have a job, so I'm going to be going outta town tomorrow," the merc finally says and Peters heart hurts.

He doesn't want to admit maybe if the mouthy killer would have shown him his face then he would have done in turn with his wings-maybe!- and he doesn't want to think that perhaps Wade is mostly talk-that he does present and do actually MATING acts with others frequently just to mess with them. Or to get some.

But Peter forces all these dark thoughts from his mind. He 'knew' Wade. In the begining it had just been him keeping an eye on the crazed mercenary from afar. Deadpool would keep an eye on Spider-Man, too, he found out.

They would occasionally work together, more often than not clash, yet despite their differences it never became too dark between them.

Then one day Wade had offered for him to visit his place, which Spider-Man initially declined. It had taken almost a year for him to start hanging with the guy after that, and almost another year after that for him to grow an actual crush on him.

Peter thought back to all those years ago and was amazed by how he went from not trusting and even trying to think of how to defeat Deadpool, to silently pining after him.

And he was ruining it.

"Oh, where will you be going," he tried to pretend his voice didn't sound strained. didn't sound weak. He hated being an omega. Even on suppressants he still felt hurt to someone who smelled and felt like a potential mate. Especially one who presented now a total of 4 times.

Somewhere deep down Peter feared the older man would tire of him.

"Just Chicago. It'll be a quickie," Deadpool was back and smiling, he winked nudging Peter and the other laughed punching his shoulder lightly.
"Gross."

"By gross I know you mean delicious deadpool sexy times went through your head."

"No way."

Deadpool grinned-Peter had been told he was always a bad liar-how the hell did he get away with being Spider-man? But thankfully didn't call him out. He didn't need to. Was this going to be their thing now?

The merc shoved another slice of pizza in his mouth seemingly swallowing it all up without chewing before jumping up in a twirl," Why my my my look at the time. I believe it is time for a certain little arachnid baby to go to bed."

Mentally Peter agreed. His eyes burned from being open so long and his body ached form patrol.

Standing up he went to turn and wave Deadpool a later, all cool and superhero like he was always trying to be, when Wades large arms interlaced him and he was pushed against a broad chest.

His breath stuttered and he gripped Wades writs in his hands as the other buried his nose into the crook of his neck.

"Spidey," his voice was suddenly very low, possessive and Peter felt something deep and dark awaken at it," Please show us."

"You're face Wade." he tried to sound mean, but he was far too focused on breathing. An alpha, especially such a strong and solid and just so everywhere around him, was hard to deny. The suppressants helped. But even so. . .

"Why are you avoiding this?" the others nose brushed up against the back of his ear and Peter bit his lip to hold in a groan- fuck even threw his suit Wade could smell his response," You like me. I like you. What is the hold up."

Breathing deeply Peter, while quelling his Omega responses, turned around in Wades arms and gently pushed back-the other allowed the space not that Peter couldn't force his way out of the embrace.

"Why don't you ever show your face Wade?" Because if Deadpool really wanted to do this-he was going to have to do it as fucking Wade Wilson. And Peter knew he would never do that.

There was a tense silence between the two before the Mercenary was stepping back to the edge of the building," Well I'll be seeing you around Spidey babe! Don't get into too much trouble while I'm gone! Remember, next week we are playing the fucking SHIT outta Dokopon kigdom, and I swear imma kick yer ass at it!"

And then he was jumping off the side of the building with a high pitched yell of excitement as he flew off.

Peter tried to urge his heart to slow, telling himself it was better this way.

He swung off towards his aunts, he had been sleeping over at her house for a visit after all, trying to ignore the shift of his wings as he swung from building to building, their wanting to break free and turn around to join Wade in flight.

His curse was his to bare alone. And most likely, if Wade saw what he truly was, he would be just as disgusted as anyone else who would.

Peter slept restlessly that night, nightmares of 15 years ago, of hate crimes from the attempt to erase any known raven.

And Peter always woke up gasping, holding his back where his bound wings struggled to free themselves, to try and protect him or to run.

Hands were grabbing him and there was pain before the attempted pinion happened. Maybe he needs therapy.

Because the memory of his parents shame of what he was, the memory of trying to erase what he was, always surfaced when people brought up his wings. They hadn't been the only ones. Peter had learned very young and very quickly after his wings came in that he must never ever show anyone-no matter how much he loved and trusted them- for the only ones to ever stay and accept him had been his aunt and uncle.

Uncle Ben and aunt May didn't talk about his parents ever. Peter knew they were forever angry and couldn't forgive the couple for what they had done to their son, before leaving him one rainy night on their doorstep disgusted and embarrassed by him. He could. He didn't blame them.

Peter had given up trying to convince them otherwise. It was best to keep quiet on these matters.

He was up as the sun was just cresting over the horizon feeling as if he hadn't rested at all. Standing he allowed his stiff back to pop wings pulling on the bindings angry at their consent confinement.

It was Saturday. There was no school which meant there would be no homework due immediately-thank god he was not looking forward to midterms- and he had sent the pictures he had taken yesterday of Spider-man taking out some bank robbers-cliche he knew but it was a quiet night for a Friday- so he decided to check his e-mail for what surely would be Jamonson colorful response.

He opened it up, not batting an eye at the e-mail titled in big black letters 'What the fuck Parker' and opened it to just see a simple 'no one wants to read about bank robbers with the Kardashian party down town. Even if Spider-Man probably set it up.'

He sighed and rolled his eyes. He didn't work for Jamonson anymore. Rarely did he send him any photos, and rarer still was it of Spider-Man. These days if Spider-Man did make it to J.J, it was normally paired with someone else. It brought the attention to Peter all too sharply of how Spider-Man was working along side other supers more and more these days. It was odd. Looking to his midterm paper on his desktop he clicked it open wiping a hand over his face before looking at it blankly.

A few words were type for an opening paragraph. Then deleted. A few more words. Then they were deleted as well.

Why was he trying to write this paper now? Something about being a responsible adult? What was the point of writing it now when it wasn't due for another week? His best writing had always came from last minute bull shit powered by energy drinks and coffee, with a half crazed sleep deprived brain.

Opting to set aside his paper in favor of some much needed swinging-what better way to get the blood pumping and the creative juices flowing then a good swing around N.Y?- he threw on his suit under a long sleeve gray shirt followed by a slightly ripped red tee, and jeans, stuffing gloves, shooters and mask into his backpack and making his way downstairs skateboard in hand.

May Parker was in the kitchen humming to herself pouring some granola on top of a fruit filled yogurt cup.

Looking up her smile turned into a disapproving frown, her greeting lost in favor of a lecture," Peter when are you going to stop riding that thing!"

"When I've remembered how to walk places??" he said grinning cheekily, knowing that would have been hear up coming suggestion-walking in May's mind was far much safer than anything with wheels and questionable breaks.

Huffing with no real heat behind her she rolled her eyes and turned in favor of her parfait,"So where you going so early on a Saturday."

Peter tried to ignore the subtle hope he saw in her eye, the raise of excitement in her voice. The unspoken question of 'are you meeting a special someone' was unvoiced-as always. He hadn't dated reallyafter Gwen- nothing so serious he told his Aunt much though he was sure she suspected. It felt too raw at first, then with hero duties and college he had no time for a social life.

"Just out to clear my head. I'm going to get nowhere with my midterm at this rate."

She nodded, as if far too used to the answer she was expecting and it didn't even disappoint her any longer.

"Well since you go home tomorrow, please be sure to make it home for dinner tonight. I'm making enchilada lagzania."

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," he smiled throwing his camera over his neck and toeing on his shoes before going over to kiss his aunt on the cheek," I'll be home at 6"

"5-or I wont see you till 10."

"I'll try 5:30,"he said opening the door. He stifled a laugh at the,"I suppose 8 O'clock will have to do." before the door shut and he was jumping down the steps of the town-home they had called home for so long. He tried not to think of how that same door had shattered the night his uncle and him had fought.

Nor did he try to think of his aunts own attempts to move on in her romantic life thwarted by wing culture.

After all the Wingless were considered strange and were romantic outcasts due to their lack of flying and displays, and the dulled mating instincts. His uncle had loved her regardless, and it had made Peter respect and love the man even more than ever because of it.

Peter sometimes wondered if it would have been easier if he had been pinioned. If it was easier to pinion a raven his parents most likely would have been successful.

Outside it was a crisp cool morning, sky clear of any clouds and the sun had just risen over the horizon so it wasn't glaringly bright. It was perfect for an early outing.

Tossing his board down and jumping on gracefully with movements that came as a second nature from the many years of skateboarding Peter causally went about the streets waiting until he found a place he deemed far enough from home and secluded enough to change into his Spider-Man outfit.

Five minutes later he was pulling into a shady alley and looking around before pulling on his mask, wiggling out of his pants and shirts throwing them into his messenger bag in favor of his mask, gloves and web shooters. Shooting to the top of the building with all his things he made note of where he was before webbing it to a corner of the building. He had learned the hard way unwebbed things generally meant stolen property. Webbed meant no one was going to mess with Spider-Mans property without the fear of a beating.

Sighing at the edge of the roof Peter tried his best to ignore his wings fluttering under their restraints. He didn't need them, for his need to fly was always sated by webbing around town. His wings just didn't get the memo on that.

Leaning forward he pushed off the building, going into a free fall and enjoying the rush of air before lazily shooting out a web to a nearby building and allowing himself to be jerked and propelled that direction, shifting his cores weight so he would glide to the left while doing so.

When he first started being Spider-Man, that had been more difficult and he generally ended up smacking face first into buildings. Now he looked as if he were displaying the most sensual of air dances-or so said Deadpool.

It was still early on a Saturday morning, so when Peter leisurely let go of his web to twirl in the air and his spidersenses went haywire he was slightly disoriented to say the least.

Flailing, very ungraceful for the fully grown Spider-Man, he quickly webbed over to a building missing several bullets aimed his way as they narrowly whizzed past him near silent.

Narrowing his eyes he quickly scurried over to the edge of the building to watch several black unmarked cars speed off in the opposite direction.

"Well this stinks of a trap more than Hulks old pants," he muttered and tapped lightly to the nano communicating system woven into his Spider-Man uniform thanks to one Mr.Tony

Stark-aint-got-no-time-for-no-tracfone bullshit. Spidey gets all the cool tech too.

It took a minute for him to answer, so Peter quickly began to web after the SUV's(how cliche)

"Whats up web-head,"A gravely voice finally answered . Oh. Right. Saturday morning. And Tony Stark. Those were two big no-no's for calling at-what was it 10am?

"Heeey tin head," He greeted far too cheerfully as he webbed himself after the unmarked cars," I just HATE interrupting your beauty rest, ya know it does your complexion good to get a full nights sleep-"

"Spider-Man,"good thing this was Iron Man and not the Hulk. Or there would be a lot of smashing by now.

Swinging sharply around another corner, not missing the fact that these cars were racing to a more desolate part of town, the buildings squeezing closer together, paint chipping and windows boarded. Far from the avengers tower,"Right right sorry your highness,"he snaked rolling his eyes as he pulled himself through the air volting higher so as to save web-he should have worn the new suit with the gliders.

Hearing the growl at the other end he quickly followed up with," Its hero business. Just thought I would let you know; there seems be some pretty shady fellas in some dark spoooooopy cars. All unmarked and uninviting. Like they want to steal children or something."

"Oh no," Tony grumbled deadpanned on the other end," don't take my Spider-baby. For who else should wake me up at-" Peter assumed he pulled the phone away to shout some colorful curses when seeing the time," what the hell Web head! I went to sleep less than 2 hours ago."

"Oh but daddy they offered me candy and everything! Even said there was a puppy all the way on the other side of town!" he said in the most annoying voice possible. He grinned imagining Tony pulling away from the speaker, probably still half drunk and working on a developing hangover.

A groan," I'll notify Cap. Daddy's not fit to fly At the moment but keep me updated."

"Aw Tinman I didn't know you cared," laughed Peter lightly taking note as the SUVs slowed," looks like I'm about to go to my first party. Uncle Cap will have to chaperoned."

"I'm not doing this right now." and Tony hung up and Peter had to hold back a chuckle.

The cars begun to pull into a junk yard and there were tall buildings around this run down area so peter eventually had to throw a tracker on one and began to run and swing he could to keep up. And to think he had just left for a short patrol to get away from a paper!

He would have spent more time pondering but his spidey sense began to give a dull buzz in the back of his head, and it was hard to focus on anything when it did that.

Slowing he stopped his jog to a walk, carefully stepping through the trash yard ears straining to catch a sound.

He made it to where his tracker read they were after rounding a pile of old refrigerators stacked on top of one another like some sad broken children Lego set. One of the shiny black SUV's sat in the middle of a clearing looking very out of place among the trash.

He didn't go straight to the car, no he was sure they were surrounding the area as he crept closer. His spider sense had picked up since arriving but it was a dull buzz in the back of his head coming from all sides.

Creeping around some piles of garbage, looking around his peripheral he lost sight of the car for only a minute. But when he saw it again he stuttered to a halt.

"Well Spider-Man I am pleased to see you responded to our invite,"Norman Osborn stood in his business suit and Peter froze at the glint in his eye. This wasn't Norman he was speaking to-this was Green Goblin. He had seen that look to many times in another face.

Stepping forward lightly he took note of where there were many hired help surrounding him, guns pointed his way with obviously no intent to shoot by the way his spider senses hadn't kicked up a notch.

"Hey here Goobely," Peter stepped forward hands out and body relaxed despite his senses on high and ready to fight," Lookin' a little pale there aren't we?"
Normans smile twitched a bit, and he fingered something in his pocket-was it his serum?- before he smiled again, a twisted dark smile,"I am so glad to be able to have this chat with you. We all are in fact."

Of course, like every cliche villain get together, Doc Oct and Lizard came from around a pile of garbage to his left and right making sure he was now triangulated between the three.

"So whats the occasion," he quipped folding his arms glancing around to the three," its not my birthday."

Otto-always so good at talking and giving away what he was doing for he could sing odes to himself on a daily basis about his evil doing plans- of course spoke up first," We finally know why you were able to become Spider-Man little boy. And when we get you in MY lab, we will be able to prove MY theories to be truth."

"A bit of a glory hog isn't he," Peter shrugged to the other two, noting the slightly more twisted look on Normans face and Lizards crouched form. The hired guns were suddenly very stiff, and his Spidersesns were picking up. They were not up for monologing today, which was sad because that was the vigilantes favorite part about kicking their butts.

It happened all at once. Lizard swept forward lashing out with his tail that Spider-Man flipped over to dodge, while Doc Oct had swung a clawed arm above that and Peter narrowly missed it by awkwardly bending himself backwards in mid air.

Guns started going off with near silent release and Peter had only a moment to wonder why they would put silencers on their guns, until he dodged one of the bullets.

They were some type of darts.

"Trying to incapacitate me then?" he quickly webbed some of the old refrigerators his way, using one to fling at some of the guns while swinging the other around him hitting Lizard and sending him flying into a stack of cars," nothing screams 'date rape' at prom more than a gang joining your boyfriend trying to knock you out!"

Quickly he took out several of the guns, knocking heads together and webbing body parts to cars or the ground. There was a mischievous grin on his face at one mans particularly loud curse when he webbed his crouch painfully to the washer behind him.

His Spidersense shot up his spine and he twisted around to see Otto's claw shooting right at his chest while several others were coming from his sides and above.

He was able to skirt past and bend around four of the claws but the last two grabbed him suddenly, and before he could do anything the rest joined incapacitating him.

"Well well well," Norman was now walking towards them his voice a bit more Goblin and his eyes holding a crazed look,"looks like we caught a little spider in our trap."

Peter struggled against the claws, hearing a satisfying groan for his attempts as the metal attempted to keep shape, but then his head was roughly grabbed and being jerked back to look at lizards less than pleased face.

"Oh I guess the foreplay with the fridge really wasn't your thing," he forced out, though talking was very difficult when you were sure your head was about to pop off like a dandelion," though I'm not into the whole bondage thing. I was just trying to give you the hint you should have brought snacks."

Norman was now there at the side of his vision with Lizard and he was holding up a long needle. Peters spider senses were screaming in every fiber of his being making him more uncomfortable than before, and his wings were so taught against their restraints he was sure they would burst free.

"Hold him still, we only have one shot at this," and a hand was coming up gently rolling his mask up to his mouth-though politly keeping it on the rest of the way, before coming down and stroking at his neck.

"Sorry my hearts already-" his quip was cut short at the burning pinch of a needle being shoved into a vein in his neck and his whole body tensed a fire spreading from the needle quickly to the rest of his body.

The claws from both Otto and Lizard let him go and he nearly collapsed to the ground but forced himself to stay upright as he stumbled around head spinning. He could hear the villains talking but he couldn't understand what they were saying. All he could do was listen to the rush of his blood in his ears, and attempt to keep breathing as his chest tightened and mouth stayed open wide attempting to bring oxygen to his brain.

The last thing he remembered was something red coming and kicking Lizards approaching form away from him.

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When Peter jerked awake finally he felt sluggish, and nauseated. He barely rose from the bed he was in and the first thing he saw were silver wings on a broad back. The wings tensed momentarily before relaxing.

"You're finally awake," Hawkeye turned around and helped him sit up for even that was a struggle.

"Wher-" he cut off into a cough and a glass of water appeared. He hadn't even noticed Captain America. Gladly he accepted the class from the other with shaking hands and downed it before trying again," What happened."

He didn't need to ask where he was because -yes- he knew Stark Industries health ward just as well as any other super.

"You've been out for two days kid," Tony was over to his left and he looked to the brown winged man. For how simple his wings looked his personality always came up ten fold to make up for it,"Dare Devil said he came in right when they had injected you with something. Cap and I came soon after.We were worried."

Peter felt his heart swell at that before looking to where Bruce entered closing the door gently behind him.

From the grim look on the calm mans face he was sure he wasn't going to like the news one little bit.

"Well tell it to me straight doc," he attempted a smile but he was sure it came more as a grimace. He was glad they respected him enough to only have his mask rolled up half way. He knew that his secret identity was annoying to all of them, they were all very open to who they were, but sometimes it felt like all he had.

Bruce glanced around to everyone before back to him," Spider-Man. This may not be permanent."

His heart began to pound and all he could do was focus on the curly haired man.

"In fact I am more than sure it is not. There was some type of bio-nano tech released into your system to . . . latch on to your spider DNA. It is currently inhibiting any of your powers from working."

Peter sub consciously took a bare hand and attempted to stick it flat handed on the blanket. It did't work.

"Your. . .hairs are still on your hands and feet," Bruce pushed on seeing the movement," and your DNA is still altered. Its just. . . .shut off for the moment it would seem. It seems as if they knew exactly what to target. I am trying to figure out how but . . .there is only one thing left to ask."

Peter gestured numbly and Bruce shuffled.

"Why haven't you shown us your wings?"
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