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Wade lets out a groan as he slowly starts to come back to consciousness, a dull pain in his head that is slowly started to die away, but not enough for him to be completely pain free. It's ridiculous, having these awesome super healing factors - ones that even beat Logan's, beat that fucking Wolverine - but unfortunately enough still having the not so beneficial pain of all of his injuries and when they start to heal.

He sometimes hates the fact that these healing facts cause just as much pain as not having the healing abilities, but then again, he has to be somewhat grateful that he has these abilities and that all of the abnormalness - is that a word? It's a word - that Wade was effected with due to the radiation. It took a while, and he had to be thankful to Logan for giving him that extra boost of healing because he was sure he would not be able to that on his own.

The X-Men better fuck off though, Charles seems to be getting everyone to gang up on Wade and like okay, Wade W. Wilson is a piece of beef cake and he god damn knows it and everyone wants a bit of his delicious ass, but the X-Men are just taking it too far. He doesn't want to be part of that damn school for gifted youngling's, he's 21 years old, he doesn't need to go to a school to help him 'control' the powers that have washed over him.

And okay, Wade as to admit that trying to escape from Storm by breaking into a guarded off home was a really stupid idea, but hey, Wade is stupid and full of stupid ideas. He had made it over the wall with ease and okay, it would've been a lot easier to break a window and climb in but he chose for the chimney which resulted in him being shocked by storm and dropping from the roof of the home and onto someone's car.

"Where am I?"Wade groans, noticing how the sofa that he's laying on is way too soft to be one that's in his loft. There's a pillow laying under his head and what he can feel a wet cloth laying over his forehead, dulling the pain. He opens his eyes just in time to see a figure sit down next to him on the sofa, hands coming to move the cloth.

"Hey, you're awake."They sound so young, so pleased to know that Wade is awake. The teenager smiles down at Wade, all soft brown eyes that holds so much sincereness and caramel brown hair that is ruffled due to restless slumber. Even with blurry vision, Wade can't deny that the teenager is beyond adorable even with the fact that he has a black eye circling his left eye.

"You're cute,"Wade almost slurs, giving the teenager his best smirk as he lulls his head to the side to get a better look at the teenager in these dim lights.

"And you're concussed."Peter laughs, rubbing the cold cloth over Wades face to soothes the mans headache."I'm Peter, you fell onto my parents car."Peter decides to introduce himself, unable to resist the amused smile on his face as he looks down at the man on the sofa.

"Peter, that's a pretty name."Wade compliments, giving Peter a lazy smile.

"You think?"Peter laughs, raising his eyebrow in fondness whenever the man lets out a sigh and a nod of his head, allowing Peter to rub the wet cloth over his face."So what's your name and why did you fall onto my Dad's car?"

"Well of course I didn't intentionally fall onto the car,"Wade rolls his eyes, moving to sit up on his elbows a little so he can have a look around the room. Everything looked so expensive, yet it still gave off a warm family vibe that Wade wasn't use to. His eyes fall to the collection of photo frames that are rested on the mantelpiece of the fire place, most of them being of Peter, but others of two men, and then the two men and Peter."I'm Wade. Wade Wilson."

"Peter Stark-Rogers."Peter decides to fully introduce, just at the moment when Wades enhanced senses kick in once again and he's able to identify the men in the photo of being Tony Stark and Steve Rogers. There were photos of their wedding day, the day that Peter was born and all of the cliché family photos Inbetween.

"Your Tony and Steves kid."Wade points out the obvious, giving Peter his full attention once again and then really admiring the beauty that is Peter Stark-Rogers. Wade is unable to help himself, licking his lips at the fullness of Peters pretty pink lips, or the softness of his brown eyes reflect every bit of emotion that he's feeling. Wade wants to brush away his hair from his eyes and kiss those lips, slow but deep.

"I am."He gets that a lot, everyone recognises him as being the son of Iron Man and Captain America, it doesn't bother him because hey, his parents are fucking amazing whether they are being his Dad or being superheroes."Now, what where you doing on the roof of my home?"

"Was tryi-"Wade cuts himself off, trying to think of what his options are. He can either admit that he was trying to break into the house to get away from an X-Men or make up some bullshit lie."-running away."

"Hmm,"Peter nods, rolling his eyes as he holds Wades mask in his hand."Yes, because every kid that runs away is dressed as if they're about to make some English guy into a fucking kabab. You can either tell me the truth and get your mask back, or I'm telling my Parents that you tired to kill me."

Wade is sitting up quickly, reaching blindly for one of his swords but finding that they aren't there. They aren't anywhere in this room or even in the house. Peter smirks at Wade, admiring the Mask in amusement as he waits for Wade to just give in and tell, or make a big show of himself to get killed by Tony and Steve. It's a low card, but he wants to know the truth and he knows how he get it.

"How did you get your black eye?"Wade stirs the topic smoothly, a hand cautiously reaching out to brush around the purple bruise that circles Peters eye. The swelling had gone down and the make up had washed off, but the bruise was still there and still looked painful. Peter flinches away from the contact.

"That is none of your business, and stop changing the subject."Peter snaps in annoyance, rubbing his thumbs self-consciously over the fabric of Wades mask.

"Do they beat you up because you're intelligent? I mean, I use to beat up nerds all of the fucking time when I was a kid, but I mean, I'm a cretin so that's something my type would do."Wade shrugs, and continuing his out reach to brush his fingers over the purple bruise. He hates to see someone as beautiful as Peter covered in bruises, especially for being so intelligent and different from his peers.

"How-How do you know that I'm smart?"Peter whispers, shifting his eyes to look at Wade just as the man brushes his fingers against the bruise. He winces in pain, but makes no moods to pull away.

"The awards in your bedroom can tell a lot about your intelligence, your Father is Tony Stark, one of the most intelligent men in the world and the acceptance letter on the fridge can tell me that you've been accepted into both NYC and MIT at the age of 16."Wade spills out, finding himself blushing that he let himself do that much snooping.

"That's..."Peter trials off, looking into Wades brown eyes in shock, his mouth falling slack just a little that gives him a completely adorable look.

"Alerting?"

"Incredible..."Peter breathes out, impressed with Wades abilities as he lets out a little smile."I mean, okay it's kinda fucking alerting because you just freely let yourself see around my home to collect information about me, but that's pretty awesome."He grins.

"You know what else is pretty awesome?"Wade smirks.

"If you say your dick, I'm punching you in the face."

"By the looks of it, you can't even throw a punch, sweetheart."Wade falls back onto the soft pillows of the sofa, letting out a relaxed sigh. He liked it here, despite the sickening family vibe that made Wade want to stab himself in the eye, it was a lot better and safer than his own loft of a home, and it meant no X-Men could come after him knowing that he was in the hands of two ex-avengers.

"It-it wasn't like that, I couldn't-"

"Save it,"Wade cuts him off."They jumped you, like they do every day after school and whether you wait an hour after class finishes or leave a couple of minutes early, they are always there waiting for you, and they always manage to corner you. Am I right?"Peter nods his head, looking away from Wades stare,

"I'll be gone soon anyway,"He shrugs his shoulders.

"That isn't the point, Peter. You need to defend yourself, because wherever you end up going, there will always be someone bigger and stronger than you wanting to bring you down."

"Wow, aren't you just full of optimism?"Peter lets out a dull laugh, rolling his eyes at the man that lays on his couch."Why don't you just tell me my future and then I know what to do to avoid is."

"I'll leave that up to the author,"Wade mumbles under his voice.

"What?"

"I said, I could help you learn how to fight."Wade covers up, looking at the younger teen with a luring smile."I'm a fully experienced trainer, or well, that's what this guys license says, I stole it. But I mean, free of charge and I'll show you how to defend yourself."

"And where would this be?"Peter asks, raising his eyebrow at the man.

"My loft,"

"No."

"No?"

"I'm not going to train self defence in your loft. One, you would probably try and sex it up and two, there's a high possibility that you'd turn me into a Kabab, Deadpool."Peter snorts in the most adorable way possible, something that makes Wade blush."You dork."

"I'll be your dork."Wade has a lazy smirk on his face, his Canadian drawl in his voice."C'mon, gives me a week and I'll have you beating the shit out all types of people."

"Let me ask my parents."

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"Okay, The First Rule of fight club is that we don't talk about fight club."Wade says in all seriousness, standing in front of Peter with his arms crossed over his chest and tape wrapped around his hands. He's standing beside a punching bag, one that was centred in the middle of his loft and hanging off a hook and chain. Peter had to admit, Wades loft was spacious and everything from a cliché couple film with wide Windows and a stunning view.

It made Peter wonder how on earth Wade paid for all of this, he wonders what his job is, I mean other than being Deadpool and running away from X-Men - okay sue him, Peter did his research the moment that his Dad and Papa kicked Wade out of the house - but you don't really get paid for being a Super hero - or a super, Deadpool isn't much of a hero.

It was a little shocking to know that his Dad and Papa were okay with him training self defence, mostly because they both knew it was something that Peter needed to learn for going away to college. And okay, he expected the full pat down of who was training him, and where it was being held and how much it costed and how they wanted to take a look for themselves and talk to the trainer, and lucky enough Peter is a good enough liar and has an Awesome Aunt who is willing to lie for Peter.

"Wade, I'm the only one here and I have no friends."

"Which means it'll be easier for you not to talk about fight club."

"You're a fucking dork,"Peter rolls his eyes with a laugh that makes Wade feel all tingly and happy for some odd reason."C'mon, teach me how to fight."He almost whines, getting impatient as Wade continues to drone on and on about fucking fight club.

The training starts, and safe to say, Wade actually is a good teacher when it comes to fighting - which Peter isn't sure is a good or bad thing - and is able to teacher Peter a new type of punch. They train for a good couple of hours, stopping Inbetween for a glass of water to cool down or whenever Peter messes something up and Wade helps him.

"I think I'm ready to punch someone now."

"Wow, hold it squirt."Wade laughs, helping the teenager take off the boxing tap that's around his hands."You know one punch and you only started training today, I think you Gotta wait a while."

"My dad is a super solider, I'm bound to have some of that serum in my blood."

"You don't, you're built like a twig."

"Fuck you, Wade."

"How about I Fuck you?"Wade suggests, unable to contain himself and leaning forward to capture Peters lips in surprise, his hands dropping to rest on the teenagers hips and pull him closer to his body so that the kiss won't be broken.

Peter lets out a surprised squeak, his eyes wide open whenever he feels a pair of soft lips upon his own in a kiss that makes his stomach tie up into tight knots and his knees feel weak. He lets out a needy sound, prompting Wade to continue the kiss, moving their lips in a sweet and slow rhythm that seems to mean so much.

With his hands coming up to cup Wades stubbly jaw, Wade starts to deepen the kiss, his tongue licking at peters bottom lip as he tries to prompt the younger to open his mouth, only for the kiss to be broken, Peter pulling away until just their noses are touching. Wades eyes flicker open, staring into Peters beautiful light brown.

"Let's not get to hasty,"Peter laughs, rubbing his nose against Wades.

"We should get married,"

"Wade, I'm 16."

"I don't care, let's go to Vagus and go to a strip joint and have an Elvis themed wedding-"Peter pecks Wades lips with a laugh, stopping the man from rambling on anymore.

"You're a dork."

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