╰☆☆ MY  DEMONS ☆☆╮

╰  CHAPTER ONE  ╮

╰ Q U E E N S,  N E W   Y O R K ╮

Peter Parker is one of the very rare few that are born with more than one soulmate; not that Peter doesn't mind begging a bit of a unique rarity. His aunt May, since he was old enough to comprehend the idea of soulmates, has always said he has two because he has such a big heart and that he just has so much love to give, that one person wouldn't be enough to handle all of that said love. Which is why Peter suspects he's more open about having two soulmates; unlike his boyfriend, and first found soulmate, Wade Wilson, who a bit more cynical about it. Not that Peter blames him in anyway on that part. Wade, who is very much self aware, is fucked in ways that one person couldn't quite understand. Wade been through a lot of things that no person should ever have endure; one of things begging a lot of homophobia from begging a proud Pansexual, and hate from those of whom think that people with more than one soulmates are utter freaks of nature. It make Peter sick, and sad when he tries to imagine someone out there really questioning and judging someone purely on who they love and how many people they love; It's super disturbing, and rather disgusting to him.

Which, unironically, is why he's so proud of his soulmarks; He's proud to show the world that he loves to people with same amount of forever. He could never be not be proud, or even remotely hate his soulmarks. They were his; they were made to fit him in what ever way the universe thought was prefect. Peter still remembers both days that he got them quite vividly; he could never ever forget them. Not like he ever could when Ned, who claims he doing the best friend duty, always constantly teased him about one of the days. When Peter was seven his first soulmark appeared; it had happened late in the night when he was sleeping over at Ned's, and awoke him with a searing burning sensation on his ankle, which at time freaked the living hell out of him as he never had soulmark appear on his pale skin before. Peter was left with his first soulmark. Which  read, " I wonder what else those webs can tie up,". It wasn't tell Peter was eighteen, and fighting some low life drug dealer, when he leaned the words belonged to the one and only Merc with a Mouth; also known as the quiet questionable, Deadpool. Peter got his second soulmark when he turned seven; he had been in a math class when he felt the all too familiar burning sensation on his wrist. His second soulmark read, " Repentance is my path to freedom,".  But, Peter has yet to meet the owner of said words. 

The loud ding of the elevator brought Peter out of his train of thought. He walked out of the elevator while holding a DVD-player he got, and with his bag slung over his shoulder. He walkes into an apartment like usual, and continued to listen to the music that was blasting into his ears.

" Hey, May." He greeted his aunt perusal.

" Mmm. Hey. How was school today?" She questioned which was also quite usual and part of their normal routine. He set the DVD-player on the table before making his way around the corner.

" Okay. This crazy car parked outside..." he started as he turned back to look at his aunt only see the one and only, Tony Stark siting next to May. Peter's eyes go completely wide at the sight of the male hero that he looks up too. He at an utter lose for words.

   " Oh, Mr. Parker."  He greeted.

" Um... " Peter muttered out quite nervously. He slowly takes out both of his white earphones. " What- What are you doing...? Hey! Uh, I'm-I'm-I'm Peter."

" Tony."

" What are... What are you - What are you - What are you doing here?"

" It's about time we met. You've been getting my e-mails, right?" He questioned.

" Yeah. Yeah."

"  Right?"

" Regarding the..." he trailed off in slight confusion. He had no clue on what was going on here.

" You didn't tell me about the grant." Said his aunt is disbelief.

" About the grant." He said, but it came out as more of question. He looked at Tony in slight plea of explanation.

" The September Foundation." Tony said in a way that sounded like it was supposed to jog Peter's memory.

" Right." Said Peter. He was still very confused.

" Yeah. Remember when you applied?"

" Yeah."

" I approved, so now we're in business." Tony concluded.

"  You didn't tell me anything. What's up with that? You keeping secrets from me now?" His aunt questioned with a raised bow. He paled a little. He most definitely was keeping secrets from her. Like Spiderman, and Deadpool size secrets.

"  Why, I just, I just... I just know how much you love surprises, so I thought I would let you know... wh... Anyway, what did I apply for?" Stuttered out Peter in attempt sound causal.

"  That's what I'm here to hash out." Tony explained.

"  Okay. Hash, hash out, okay."

" It's so hard for me to believe that she's someone's aunt." Said Tony as he turned to his aunt.

" Yeah, well, we come in all shapes and sizes, you know?" Said Aunt May with proud smile.

" This walnut date loaf is exceptional." Tony complimented.

" Let me just stop you there." Peter deadpanned.

" Yeah?"

   " Is this grant, like, got money involved or whatever? No?" Peter questioned.

  " Yeah."

" Yeah? "

" It's pretty well funded."

  " Wow."

  " Look who you're talking to. " Tony states in mild offense. He then turned towards Peter's aunt.  " Can I have 5 minutes with him?" He questions.

  " Sure." She answers with smile. They both move towards Peter's bedroom in order to get privacy. In Peter's bedroom Tony bolts the door, and spits out the walnut loaf. Which earns Tony a look from Peter.

   " As walnut date loaves go, that wasn't bad." Tony quickly defends knowing Peter offends by his action. The older man then notices Peter's collection of old computers. 
Tony smirks as he looks at the computers.  " Whoa, what do we have here? Retro tech, huh? Thrift store? Salvation Army?" He questions.

   " Uh, the garbage, actually." Peter corrects awkwardly.

  " You're a dumpster diver?" Tony questions with raise eyebrow.

" Yeah, I was... Anyway, look, um, I definitely did not apply for your grant." Peter quickly says.

  " Ah-ah! Me first." Tony cuts in. Peter Just sighs quietly, and nods.

   " Quick question of the rhetorical variety." Tony started. He then moves to pull out his phone, which then projects a video of Peter in his Spiderman outfit. Peter's eyes widen in panic a mere imagine of himself.   " That's you, right?" He questioned as the video showed him in his terrible looking Spider-Man suit swinging around to stop a fast going car.

   " Um, no. What do you. What do you mean?" Peter  stuttered put rather defensively.

   " Yeah. Look at you go. Wow! Nice catch. 3,000 pounds, 40 miles an hour. That's not easy. You got mad skills." Tony comments as the video shows him successfully stopping the car.

  " That's all- That's all on Youtube, though, right? I mean, that's where you found that? Because you know that's all fake. It's all done on the computer." Peter started in a terrible attempt to convince Tony that it's not him in the video. Tony looks at him with slight amusement.

    " Mm-Hmm." He hums as continued to look around Peter's room as if looking for something; which made Peter feel on edge and anxious.

   " It's like that video. What is it?" He questioned .

   " Yeah yeah yeah yeah... Oh you mean like those UFOs over Phoenix?" Tony answered as he grabbed stick and hit a piece of wood that was actually a hiding place.  " Oh, what have we here?" Tony questions in amusement as his spider suit comes flying down from Peter's hiding stop. Peter quickly runs and grabs it before throwing in his closet; it was a poor attempt to stop Tony from seeing it.

   " Uh... That's a..." Peter muttered out, but just pause off way through his thought and just sighs.

  " So. You're the... Spider... ling. Crime-fighting Spider... You're Spider-Boy?" Tony questions him with raised eyebrow, which cause Peter to frown a little and fold his arms petulantly.

    " S... Spider-Man." Peter corrected. Which caused Tony to scuff.

    " Not in that onesie, you're not." Tony retorts.

   " It's not a onesie." Peter quickly defends in offense. Peter watched as Stark picked up his suit and looked at it.  " I don't believe this. I was actually having a real good day today, you know, Mr. Stark. Didn't miss my train, this perfectly good DVD player was just sitting there and... Algebra test. Nailed it!" He said in disbelief, and mild annoyance.

   " Who else knows? Anybody?"

   " Nobody." Peter states as moves about his room.

   " Not even your... unusually attractive aunt?"

   " No. No, no. No, no. If she knew, she would freak out. And when she freaks out, I freak out." Peter stated.

   " Soulmate?"

   " Uh... that's complicated." Peter said as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. Which, wasn't a lie. Wade Wilson was a complicated man. And their third, well, also complicated given they still don't know who said person is. They just know their words they say to them.  " Like, really, really complicated."

   " Try me."  Stated Tony as he leaned back in Peter's computer chair.

     " You know how some people are born with more than one soulmate, well, I'm one of them. Which isn't the complicated part. Well, I guess it kinda is." He started nervously. He looked back at Stark, who just nodded for him to continue.  " Uh... you wouldn't have ever heard of the mercenary called Deadpool? I do believe he's also ... sorta loosely partners with the X-Men..."

   " Yeah, I heard him. The guys been on Shield radar before, why? Wait, no! ... That guy, that guy your soulmate? But literally kills people, and your ... your so innocent!" Stated Tony in disbelief, which caused Peter to snort in amusement.  " So, who's the other soulmate I gotta worry about?" Tony questions. Peter shrugs.

     " I don't know. Haven't meet them, yet." He said. Tony nods and starts to look at Peter's webbing.

   " You know what I think is really cool? This webbing. That tensile strength is off the charts. Who manufactured that?"

   " I did." Peter said proudly.

   " Climbing the walls, how you doing that? Cohesive gloves."  Tony questions.

  " It's a long story. I was uh..." Peter was about ramble out how he was bitten by a radioactive spider, but Tony suddenly grabbed his suits goggles.

  " Lordy! Can you even see in these?"

  " Yes. Yes, I can! I can. I can-I can see in those. Okay? It's just that... when whatever happened, happened... it's like my senses have been dialled to 11. There's way too much input, so... they just kinda help me focus."

  " You're in dire need of an upgrade. Systemic, top to bottom. 100-point restoration. That's why I'm here. " Tony explains. Peter nods understandingly and move to sit on his bed and looks at Tony.   " Why you doing this? I gotta know. What's your MO? What gets you outta that twin bed in the morning?

  " Because..." Peter starts but he quickly sighs. He fiddles nervously with his fingers. He feels a bit overwhelmed with anxiety.   " Because l've been me my whole life, and l've had these powers for 6 months. I read books, I build computers... And-And yeah. I would love to play football. But I couldn't then so I shouldn't now."

  " Sure, because you're different."

  " Exactly. But I can't tell anybody that, so I'm not. When you can do the things that I can, but .... you don't... and then the bad things happen... they all happen because of you."

   " So you wanna look out for the little guy. You wanna do your part? Make the world a better place, all that, right?" Tony questions.

  " Yeah. Yeah just looking out... for the little guy. That's-That's what it is." Peter says with a little uncertainty . Tony slowly steps over to Peter and sits beside him and raises his hand. He hesitantly clasps Peter's shoulder.

  " You got a passport?" He questions.

   " Uh, no. I don't even have a driver's license."

  " You ever been to Germany?"

  " No."

  " Oh, you'll love it."

  " I can't go to Germany!" Peter says quickly.

   " Why? "

  " I got... homework."

  " I'm gonna pretend you didn't say that."

" I'm-I'm being serious! I can't just drop out of school!" Stated Peter as he gave Tony a look. Tony then chuckled and gave the boy a knowing look.

  " It's about the boyfriend, isn't it?" Tony questions which caused Peter blush a light red.  " It is. " Tony concluded with a smirk.  " I guess you could bring your little mercenary with you, but keep him on a tight leash. I mean... him and Romanoff will probably bound over weird assassin like thing and just get along." Tony states.