Tony's P.O.V

When I got back to the tower and entered the living room, I saw eye patch in the middle of the room, talking to the other Avengers. He didn't look amused, as always, but there was some, quote-on-quote, happiness to his look. 'Did something good happen?'

"Ah, Stark. I see you finally got back from your talk with Spider-Man. quite emotional, I must say." He says in his usual boring tone.

"Get to the point Fury." I say firmly.

"You got his reasons for why he's a superhero." He started. "But." He lowered his tone. "We still need to know his identity." I swear, one of these days I'm going to rip his head off.

"Why? He gave us a valid reason for doing this whole 'Superhero' thing. Can't we just leave him alone?" I respond, sounding mad.

"We need to know his identity. That's it. If he won't give it to us voluntarily then we'll have to use force. End of discussion." Fury says, giving me glare.I stay quiet.

"Alright. Fine. But it won't be our first priority." I say coldly.

"Then make it your first priority." He answers just as coldly. Then he steps into the elevator and leaves.

The room is quiet.

"Let's just get this over with..." I say to ease the tension. "I don't want to use force but since he... won't give us his identity, we just... have to... capture him and take his mask off... I suppose." I really don't like it. That guy deserves to have his identity hidden. But if we don't do it, Fury will probably do something much worse to get it out of him. So we are probably the best option...

Everyone knows what Fury could do, so they all nod and we start with a plan. I really hate this. But if We don't do it. Someone else will, and it will not be good for Spidey.

Peter's P.O.V

Saturday was Hell. Mrs. Thomas was an emotional mess and she had noticed that my injuries had gotten better, but since she was too drunk to think why that was, she... beat the shit out of me. Again... and again... and again...

I am currently in my room, changing into my suit. It's kinda late, so everyone's asleep, including Mrs. Thomas. I open the window and start swinging through the night.

I stop some small muggings and a robbery. Otherwise, it's quite a calm night. Though, it was kind of weird since I hadn't ran into Deadpool yet. He always seem to find me somehow. I asked him about it and he said, quote-on-quote, "The author told me where you were." Yeah, I don't get it either.

Anyways. Around 1AM, I'm swinging around Queens looking for something interesting. But then something red and black catches my eye. There on a rooftop Deadpool is sitting. I swing over to him and sit next to him.

"Hey bud, how you doing?" I ask playfully.

He's quiet and seems to be upset.

"You okay DP?"

"Hmm...? Oh...! H-hi Spidey...! Sorry, I was just... umm... thinking...? Y-yeah... thinking..." He answers a bit unsure.

"You seem upset. Did something happen?"

"What? No...- Why...- Why would I be... upset? I'm not...- I just... just..."

"..."

"Wanna talk about it?" I ask.

"It's not important..."

"Well... Maybe it is a big problem, but You don't think it's big enough to be important. Am I right?" I ask smirking and he looks at me.

"You son of a bitch. that was my line from a couple chapters ago." We both chuckle a bit.

"So...?"

"Can you keep a secret?"

"Dude, I've kept my identity a secret for more than like a year. I think I'll be able to keep a secret."

"..."

"My... Dad... Beat up my... Mom again... and then... he... umm... went into my room... and beat me up... again..." He says just above a whisper. I stay quiet for a moment.

"How come you haven't called the police, I mean, you said "again", so I guess this has happened before." I say lightly. "I mean, if you call the cops you can stay with your mom, right?"

"They are both terrible. They argue everyday, if they're home, and it often gets physical and if they can't unleash their rage on each other, they unleash it on... me."

I drag him into a hug and I feel my shoulder getting a bit damp. He's probably crying. I guess he just has to get his feelings out. We stay in the hug for a couple minutes, just taking in the moment. It's nice.

And who knew his home life also sucked. I wish I could take that burden of his shoulders. he doesn't deserve it.

After a couple of seconds we break the hug and I can see his mask is wet from the eyes, down to the cheeks. He drags his mask up over his nose, not exposing his eyes and I can see a clear bruise on his cheek.

"Thanks... for the... hug... it really... helped." He says, giving me a smile.

"Umm... is it alright if I ask how old you are? Since you said you lived with your parents." I ask nervously. He's quiet. Looks like he's thinking.

"Well... I'm 16."

"Woah... I'm nearly the same age as you."

"Can I ask how old you are then? Since now you know how old I am."

"Umm... Well... heh... I'm... I'm 15..." I say nervously. "But I'm turning 16 soon." I add quickly.

"Well then..." He takes off his mask and my eyes grow big.

"I'm Wade Wilson!"

I am speechless. The dude I have a crush on is my superhero best friend. His eyes are a little red and puffy from crying and he also has a black eye.

"... No way..." I say.

"Umm... is there... Is something wrong Spidey...? I'm...- I'm so sorry! Did I make you uncomfortable?? I'm really sorr-" He starts but I cut him off.

"Wade, it's okay! I just... oh god... You are not going to believe this..." I say. I take a deep breath and take my mask off. His face goes pale and he's also speechless.

"Hi Wade Wilson. I'm Peter Parker."

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"Peter...? You're... Spider-Man...?"

"Surprise...?"

"How...? How did this happen?"

"Long story short. I got bitten by a radioactive spider when I was 14 and ever since then, I've been Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man."

"Well... That explains all your bruises. But you know, I already thought you were amazing, but this... This is... really amazing." He says, chuckling and I feel my face turn a bit red.

"Oh yeah! Ned and MJ also knows, so you know. Ned accidentally found out and MJ figured it out somehow." He nods and we talk for awhile until we see a couple of police cars drive by. I stand up and put my mask on.

"Well, I guess we have to say goodbye. Bye Wade, I'll see you on monday."

"Yeah... See you later." He says and I jump of the building and follow the police cars.

Turns out it was just a bankrobber trying to make an escape. I webbed up the car and the dude stepped out. He had a knife and was trying to stab me. I avoided him several times but I felt my movements slow down from my injuries and he... uhh... stabbed me... heh... oh god... I'm... losing a lot blood... oh god... I have to end this soon, otherwise I'll probably be dead. I web him up and hurry away, bleeding. I don't get very far, but I somehow make my way up on a roof. I sit down and rest my back against a wall. My vision is getting blurry and I feel tears start to fall. But then all of a sudden I see a figure approach me, but I'm too tired to react.

"God Peter..." The person lifts me up in their strong arms and I feel completely safe. I can't really remember what happened next because everything went black.

Wade's P.O.V

I was still in shock after Peter left to stop some crime.

Peter is Spider-Man.

The guy I have a crush on is Spider-Man. It was amazing. I slapped myself just to make sure it was real and not a dream.

I sit on the roof for awhile, watching the city and enjoying the view...- Wait. I just told Peter that I get abused. Oh god. Wilson, what were you thinking. Well it's simple.

I wasn't.

But... I liked the hug. It was... nice.

All of a sudden, I see Spider-Man swing past and it looks like he's bleeding. I stand up and run after him until he lands on a roof and falls down to the ground. I land on the roof and carefully approach him. He doesn't do anything. As I get closer I see a stab wound on the right side of his stomach.

"God Peter..." I say and I lift him up. He's really light. I think he passed out because he isn't responding to me when I try to talk to him and he's bleeding a lot through the suit and I don't know how long it'll take until he's gone. I start to run, jumping from building to building until we make it to my house. I open my window and carefully climb in with Peter in my arms.

Thankfully my parents aren't home. After I got a beat up my Dad left on a business trip and won't be back until next week and mom probably went to one of her 'secret lovers's' place so she won't be home until late tomorrow. God, why don't they just get a divorce already? Oh yeah, because that would 'Destroy their reputations' or some bullshit like that.

I carefully lay Peter down on my bed and take out a first aid kit from under my bed. Then I carefully pull up the hoodie he's wearing so I can see the stab wound on his stomach, and the second I saw his stomach I nearly screamed. Nearly his whole stomach was covered in blue and purple and red. It looked like someone had kicked him, a lot. I couldn't take my eyes off it. But then I remembered the wound and started to clean it. Then I put bandages over it and pulled down his hoodie.

I sit down and lean against my bed, still terrified over what I saw on his stomach. 'Could that be from being Spider-Man? Or is there something he's hiding?' I ask myself. Well, too much thinking makes me sleepy and I quickly fall asleep on the floor, my back leaning against the bed.

Peter's P.O.V

I can't really remember what happened after I passed out, but I can tell you what happened when I woke up. I was laying on something soft, like a bed. I carefully open my eyes and I'm greeted by the sun shining in my eyes. I quickly sit up, but that was a grave mistake. I get a sharp pain from my right side. Oh yeah, I was stabbed.

I look around my surroundings but I don't recognise it. The room I'm in has green walls, the bed I'm sitting on is next to the window that's opposite of the door and on the other side of the room, there's a closet and a desk with a small computer on it.

Then I realize there's someone sleeping against the bed and I nearly faint when I see it's Wade, still in his suit, but without the mask. The sun is shining against his light blond hair and I can't help but stare. I then realize he's starting to wake up so I quickly look away and look at wound instead. It had been bandaged up. 'Did Wade do this?'

"*Yawn* Hmm... Oh! Peter! Are you awak- Oh Thank god." He says and turns to face me, standing up in the process. "Are you alright Petey?"

"Wade, I'm fine...! Just... a scratch...? That's all!" I say, not knowing if I'm trying to convince him or me.

"A scratch? Peter you got stabbed and was bleeding out! That's not just a scratch." He says and he sounds worried.

I stay quiet and I continue to look at the wound. He seems to notice and crouches down to grab something from under his bed. A second later he stands up again, but this time, he's holding a first aid kit.

"Pull up your hoodie. I need to change the bandages."

"What... no no... Wade, wait... that... that really isn't necessary..." I say nervously.

"Pete, I've already seen all the bruises on your stomach. Now pull up your hoodie."

I feel my face lose it's color. He's seen the bruises on my stomach. Shit. But alas, I pull up my hoodie to reveal a bruised up stomach, covered in bandages. He carefully starts to take of the bandages and I see how confusion enters his face when the wound becomes visible.

"Woah... it looks better than when I last saw it, like, it's not as deep. I don't think you need stitches for this. How come it's nearly completely healed?" He asks and I smile a little bit at his confusion.

"I have enhanced healing which can heal my wounds overnight or a couple of days, depending on the injury." His mouth is wide open and he continues to study my wound before re-bandaging it. "Though... It dosen't really work that well if I haven't eaten in awhile. But now it's getting better, ever since I started my internship."

"You don't get much food at home?" He asks suspiciously.

"O-oh... Of... Of course I do." I stutter, and he can probably tell I'm lying but thankfully, he doesn't push it.

"Well, if we want that wound to heal as fast as possible, you'll need to eat. Let's go down to the kitchen and I'll make breakfast."

"O-oh... That really isn't necessary Wad-" But he cuts me off with a look telling me 'You have no choice', but to be honest I am a little hungry and Mrs. Thomas kicked all the food out of me so... I guess I'll just have to go with him.

"Oh yeah, Wade what timeis it?"

"Around 4:30AM. So you were only out for about 3 hours."

We went out of his room and entered a hallway. I followed him down the stairs and into the kitchen. His house was quite big and he told me to sit at the dinner table that was next to the kitchen. He went over to the fridge and took out bacon and egg and started to cook. 5 minutes later a plate was infront of me with bacon, egg and a small sandwich. 'There's no way I'll be able to eat all of this'. He sat down next to me and also had a full plate. 

We started eating, talking between bites and it was nice. About 20 minutes later, we were done. Somehow I was able to eat everything on my plate, but I'm gussing it'll all be kicked out of me later. 

I looked at the clock in the kitchen and it said '5:05AM'. I should probably get home. I started to stand up but my side started hurting and I was about to fall. But thankfully Wade caught me and helped me up the stairs, back to his room so I could, hopefully, jump out of the window. I had told Wade I couldn't come through the front door of the orphanage, so I had to swing back.

We made it to his room, I put on my mask and prepeared myself to jump out, but Wade stopped me, picked me up bridal style, jumped out of the window and started running off towards the orphanage, jumping from building to building.

"Wade...! This... this really isn't necessary...!" God, I've been saying that a lot.

"Spidey, you're injured, there's no way I'm going to just let you try and make it home on your own. You told me you lived at 'Happy Hills Orphanage', right?" He asks and I nod.

15 minutes later we are standing on a building behind the orphanage and Wade puts me down.

"Well... I guess this is where we say goodbye." I say and he nods. 

"You be careful, alright?"

"Of course, I'm always careful." I say and he raises an eyebrow.

"That stabwound says something completely different." 

"Touché. Well, bye!" I say and I swing into my room. Thankfully no ones there and I see Wade start to run off. I quickly change into normal clothes and sit in my room, waiting for the day to begin.

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A/N

Yo!

Look I actually updated, even though I said you'd maybe have to wait until the weekend.

Well, Nope!

I sometimes I accidentally write Mrs. Thomas as Ms. Thomas, so if you get annoyed with it then I'm sorry. I just... sometimes I forget the "r" in "Mrs".

Anyway...

Umm... how's everyones day been? Mine has been exhausting. At least I'm done with all my tests... for this week :')

Whelp...

That's All For Now Folks!

G'night, G'day and G'morning!

/Twizz