Man, being on the run sucks. Especially when your dads are Captain America and Ironman.

But he was getting away from Avengers Tower and Spider-Man. That was all that really mattered to Peter.

It had all become too much. He had lost it and made a quick decision, and he was going to stick with it. He had to.

Where was Peter at the moment? He had no clue. He had been walking and hiding away for hours, not really paying attention to where he was going. He was far away from the tower and that's all he needed to know. Peter wasn't gonna be the same ever again.

He walked and walked until the sun began to set. After a while, he felt as if someone was following him. He stopped and looked around, a sense inside him tingling.

He saw a bit of red in the shadows and quickly figured out who it was. The person he had been trying to contact for so long.  He smiled.

"Wade, stop hiding. It's creepy."

"Dang, I was hoping you wouldn't notice for another two blocks." Deadpool jumped down from the shadows. "You try to get a closer look for one second.."

Peter had met Deadpool - or Wade Wilson - a few months after Sokovia when both of them had teamed up after finding out they were going after the same guy. They kept in touch and, after a while, they both revealed who they were. Peter had developed a bit of a crush on him after a while... Yes, Peter was bi. You hadn't put that together? He had tried to put the crush to the side after a while.

"Where have you been?" Peter asked. "I've tried contacting you so many times, but you never answered! I really could've used someone to talk to."

Peter had made sure that he kept Wade in his phone by a different name. If his dads found out he was in regular contact with the mercenary, he would be in trouble.

"Sorry," Wade said, walking closer to him. "You want to talk about it?" He rested a hand on Peter's shoulder, making Peter blush softly. "Why are you out this far anyway?"

Peter cleared his throat and looked down. "Yeah. I'll explain just - Can we go somewhere? Somewhere not outside?"

Wade nodded. "Of course. We can go back to my place. Unless..." Wade looked around. "Are metal-man and Patriotic-dude around? They do not like me."

Peter smiled and shook his head. "No. No, they're not."

"Phew." Wade turned around. "Then let's go. I don't live that far from here."

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"Wade, I don't know how to tell you this, but your place is a mess."

"Hey!"  Wade said, picking empty chimichanga wrappers off of the couch.  "I don't come into your home and criticize your cleaning habits!"

"Yeah," Peter laughed, "because if you came into my home, then my family would kill you."  He sat on the cleanest part of the couch.

"Nonetheless," Wade said sitting in front of Peter on the floor, taking off his mask.  Peter admired it for a moment.  While it was very badly burnt, Peter thought it looked good.  "Now, what's going on?"

Peter took a deep breath.  Wade was going to be the first person that Peter would be telling about this. Not his dads, not Ned, Not MJ - Wade.

"Alright.  There.... there's been a bunch of people that have been attacking me over the last few weeks.  The same group.  And they... they know almost everything about me.  My identity, my family, my friends, my past... they tried to bring you up."

"My dads... they have no idea."  Peter looked away from Wade.  "It's been affecting me.  I've had flashbacks.  Panic attacks."

He was going to continue when he felt another hand on top of his.  Wades.  He cleared his throat and went on.  "Today, it just... I just couldn't take it.  I tried to tell a friend about me being Spider-Man and she got mad at me for not telling her sooner and that didn't help.  I lost it and I... I quit the Avengers and... and I ran away."

"Wow," Wade said quietly after a while.  "I'm sorry... I didn't realize how bad it was.  The guy I was after wouldn't stay in one place for more than, like, a day.  I was ready to kill myself before I finally caught up to him and... took care of him."

Peter nodded, eyes still cast down.  "I- I understand... it's okay."

Wade hooked his hand under Peters' chin and lifted his head up gently, causing Peter to wish he had his mask to hide the faint blush in his cheeks.  This was completely and utterly unfair.

"Peter, it's not okay.  If these men are targeting you and your family, then you should let them know.  They need to know.  You can't handle this all by yourself."

Peter nodded, trying to swallow the frog in his throat.  "I know.  I should have."  He looked down.  "I just... I just knew that if I told them, then they might get worried and make me stop being Spider-Man and-"

He sighed.  "I guess that doesn't really matter now, considering..."

Wade nodded.  "Peter, you know I like you - being over here, but your dads are probably very worried and if they find out you're with me, then we're both dead."

Peter shook his head, moving Wade's hand away from his chin.  "I don't know if I can.  I don't know if I could face them.  I walked out and ran away after quitting.  I'm dead if I go back, Wade."

"Peter," Wade said slowly.  "You need to go back.  They care about you and want to know that you're okay.  They won't kill you, Pete."

Peter stood up and walked to the other side of the room, holding his arm.  "I'm embarrassed.  They're probably searching, and I'm just supposed to walk back there like Hey!  I'm back!  Hope you didn't mind me running to Wade's!  I can't, Wade!"  Peter's voice got louder as he continued.

"Honestly!"  Wade stood up from his spot on the floor.  "Peter, while I love messing with Irondad and Poptart America, what if something happened?  To you, to them - then what?  If you're having these problems, then they should know.  They can help you if you actually go and tell them!"

"So you come back and finally talk to me, just to tell me that I've screwed everything up?!  Believe me, I already know I have.  I could have used some help and advice!"  Peter quickly stepped back.

"Really!  You don't seem to get it.  I'm trying to help, but you won't understand.  Do you have any idea of what it is like to have someone you care for leave and you to not know where they have gone?!"

"Yes!"  Peter blurted out.  "Yes I do, Wilson!"

There was a long silence as both of them registered what Peter had just said.  Peter immediately felt like digging himself into his own grave and dying right there.

Wade's mouth hung open slightly as he took in the meaning behind Peter's words.  Eventually, he said in a quiet, somewhat surprised voice, "Oh sh-"

Peter shook his head, walking past Wade and towards the door.  "I should go.  I don't want to bother you.  I'll find someplace else to stay."

Wade grabbed Peter's hand.  "Pete.  Stay.  It's dark out.  You don't have your suit.  Stay here.  Please."

Peter was blushing even more now.  He couldn't say no to the almost pleading look on his face.

"Fine."  He finally caved.  "Just for tonight."

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2:30 A.M.

Peter still hasn't been able to fall asleep.  He had stared at the microwave clock, trying to get his mind to realize how late it was and to let him fall asleep.  It was still not working.

The guilt he was feeling was keeping him awake.  That, and the wave of overwhelming embarrassment.

Why did he have to say that?  Why on earth did he let himself say that?  There was no way that Wade liked back like that, so, now, things would be awkward.  Wade would probably just see him as that sad kid that was obsessed with their celebrity crush.  It was humiliating.

He looked down at Wade who was sleeping on the floor, having fallen asleep there, watching a movie with Peter.  He had seemed to avoid the topic that night, but Peter knew that Wade would bring it up at some point during the day.

If Peter stayed, that is.

He had thought about it.  Wade was right: this whole running away thing had been a mistake.  He needed to go back home.  Even if he wouldn't be Spider-Man, he needed to be with his family and tell them.  Tell them about everything.  He loved them all way too much to run away without telling them about everything.

Quietly, he stood up and headed off to look for something to write on, which was hard when Wade's house was an absolute mess.  Eventually, he found a pack of sticky notes and a pencil. That should work, he thought. He quickly scribbled a note.

Dear Wade,

You're right. I need to be with my family, and I need to tell them the truth. I couldn't fall asleep and, knowing my parents, they're probably still awake. So, I'm going home. I want to thank you for letting me stay here for a short while as I figured things out. I also want to apologize for my behavior earlier. Speaking of earlier... I know you probably want to talk about what I said earlier. Or, maybe you don't. Either way, I'll call after I'm home and if I'm not killed by my parents and then we can talk.

Thank you,
Pete.

Peter read through the note a few times before peeling it off the stack. He quietly went over to the tv table next to where Wade slept, still in his Deadpool suit, his mask on the floor beside him. Peter smiled faintly as he drooled on the floor. He hesitated before sticking the note to the table's edge.

He stood there for a minute, debating if he should maybe just wait until morning or wake Wade up. But he couldn't. He was much too awkward and anxious at the moment. He also couldn't waste time to get home.

"I'm sorry," Peter muttered as he made his way to the door. He looked around the mess of a house before slowly opening the door and leaving the messy apartment.

Jeez, was it cold outside.

He slowly made his way down the dark street, only lit by the orange glow of the streetlights. Creepy. He was surprised that the area wasn't as active as many New York streets were. There were usually still at least a few cars driving around, but there were very few now. Creepier.

Why did he have to be only wearing jeans and a white T-shirt? Why didn't he just bring a sweater or something? He was freezing. He should've stayed at Wade's. It was too late now.

He began to pull out his phone. He might as well just call his dads to come and pick him up someplace. He was heading home anyway. Might as well just have them pick him up and not delay his incoming death.

As he opened his phone, he saw two men walking his way. He tried to avoid their gaze, but he could feel their eyes on him. He tried to look across the street, but saw two men there as well, illuminated by the glow of the streetlights. That couldn't be good. He quickened his lace and realized that calling his dads was an even better idea now.

He pressed his pops number as he quickly sent to cross the street. The men sent to follow him, keeping their steady pace. The phone continued to ring for what felt like forever. It was absolute torture.

Pick up, pick up, Peter thought, walking faster.

"You have reached the number of Steven Rogers-Stark. The person you are trying to contact is not available at this time. Please leave a message after-"

Before he could leave a message after the beep, he was knocked to the ground by a large object being smashed against his head. Everything around him seemed to dim.

Why didn't he check behind him? Of course, there would be men behind him.

The men circled around him and everything went dark.

A/N: Just a note about Peter and Wade's ages
P: Nearly 17
W: 21

I know some people are concerned about the age difference, so I have the ages changed to a closer one. Don't like Spideypool, then just ignore it.

(Also something I really should've added earlier is that if they are to become anything, it wouldn't be until Peter was 18.  Wade ain't dating a minor.)

Also, I know I am releasing a whole lot of chapters in a short amount of time, but just think of it being a gift for taking a week to post chapters for a long time.  I'm just really excited for these last chapters.

Enjoy!