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  Rating:
      Explicit
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      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      Multi
  Fandom:
      Marvel_Cinematic_Universe, Spider-Man_-_All_Media_Types, Daredevil_(TV),
      Deadpool_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Matt_Murdock/Peter_Parker/Wade_Wilson, Tony_Stark/Avengers_Team, Minus
      Wanda, Wanda_Maximoff/Vision, Loki/Avengers_Team, Phil_Coulson/Avengers
      Team, James_"Bucky"_Barnes/Avengers_Team, Matt_Murdock/Peter_Parker/Wade
      Wilson/Harry_Osborn
  Character:
      Peter_Parker, Tony_Stark, Matthew_Murdock, Wade_Wilson, Wanda_Maximoff,
      Vision_(Marvel), Loki_(Marvel), Thor_(Marvel), Phil_Coulson, James
      "Bucky"_Barnes, Steve_Rogers, Natasha_Romanova, Bruce_Banner, Hulk_
      (Marvel), Harry_Osborn
  Additional Tags:
      Autistic_Peter, Canon_Disabled_Character, Pretty_Wade_Wilson, Sane_Wade
      Wilson, Peter_is_a_Little_Shit, Peter_is_Tony's_son, Crossdressing_Peter,
      trans_loki, Loki_Needs_a_Hug, Peter_Parker_Needs_a_Hug, Precious_Peter
      Parker, BAMF_Phil_Coulson, Phil_Coulson_Has_the_Patience_of_a_Saint,
      Protective_Bucky_Barnes, Hurt_Matt_Murdock, Good_Harry_Osborn, Abusive
      Norman_Osborn
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-09-07 Updated: 2017-09-18 Chapters: 4/? Words: 9388
****** interwebbed ******
by Guardian_Angel
***** Chapter 1 *****
Spiderman's been missing for three months. 
Three months, and the New York crime rate has skyrocketed. Some people only
consider Avengers the real heroes-but they're not the one that goes after
everything, no matter how small. That's Spiderman and Daredevil and others-
vigilantes, they're called. Peter thinks it's cool.
Or he used to.
He hasn't left the house in three months. Three months of sobbing, and holding
his boyfriends tight, and wailing in grief. Aunt May had been dead for almost a
month-he had just processed it. They kiss his forehead and hold him tight.
"It's time," he mutters, "I'm going to tell him."
Matt and Wade nod. They watch as Peter writes a letter to SI, claiming that his
father is Tony Stark. A week later, he gets a letter back, giving him an
appointment for a DNA test. He goes, and pretends not to hear the doctors laugh
at him. It's the fifth paternity claim today. Tony Stark is rich. It makes
sense.
Two weeks later he gets a call.
It's from Pepper Potts.
The Pepper Potts.
"Is this Peter Parker?"
"Yes, ma'am."
She hesitates. "I'm calling about your results."
"He's my father," Peter mutters, "It's okay. I don't want money. I just want
him to know. I don't have anybody else now, and I've got to let this off my
chest."
"Don't hang up," Pepper begs. He stops. 
"Yes, ma'am?"
"Tony wants to meet you. I have you on speaker. He's terrified. Absolutely
terrified-how old are you again?"
"Fifteen," Peter mutters.
"So young and impressionable."
"I'm too smart to be impressionable," he responds, "or at least I used to be
smart."
"Why aren't you smart anymore?"
"I skip school. I haven't been in three months. And before then, I started
skipping a few classes. I have a great reason, and I have nothing to lose. This
line secure?" Matt raises an eyebrow at Peter. Peter shrugs.
"Of course," Pepper scoffs.
"I'm Spiderman."
There's a long silence. Then Tony Stark is actually on the phone. "You're who?"
"Spiderman. I'm him." Tony sputters. "You're too young."
Matt snorts. "We are not."
"Who's that?"
"Daredevil," Peter responds, "my boyfriend too." Tony blinks. "Let's just meet
up, okay?" 
Peter smiles for the first time in a while. "Okay."
***
The day of the meeting, Peter spends three hours getting ready. He's got his
long usually unkempt hair pinned back with a butterfly barrette, and a cute
pink sweater dress with white platform shoes. New Yorkers don't even bat an eye
at him and Matt as they navigate their way to Avenger's Tower-until finally
they're there. 
Peter shuffles up to the front desk, playing with his stim toy in his fingers.
There are two receptionists. One gives Peter an ugly look. He doesn't see-too
engrossed in his toy.
"I have an appointment with Tony Stark at two o' clock? My name is Peter
Parker," Peter mutters shyly.
"Speak up. Only idiots don't enunciate. Peter's cheeks flush hot. The toy falls
out of his fingers, and he lets out a distressed wail as he squats to get it.
"Also, you're not in proper attire to see Mr. Stark," the woman huffs, "get
into something befitting your gender and we'll see."
"He has an appointment," the other older woman says, "you can't stop him from
going. Come here, sweetie." Peter's halfway to tears, stepping back to hide
behind Matt shyly. 
"You're actually crying," the first woman asks. 
Matt scowled, and went through Peter's purse for him to hand the older woman
his ID. She hands it back to Matt after checking it. "My son has autism," she
says-and Matt knows she understands.
"Sweetheart, have this," she offers, handing Peter a lollipop. He grins-but not
before catching the eye of the other woman as they rush to the private
elevator. Matt picks Peter up as he fumbles with his stim toy and begins to
hyperventilate. Peter clings to him like a monkey as he sobs.
"Hello, Mr. Parker. I'm FRIDAY, Tony Stark's private AI. I will be escorting
you and your friend to the Avenger's floor."
Peter lets out another heartbreaking wail. Matt shushes him quietly. "Come on,
baby boy. It's okay. You don't want the first impression to start off like
that?" 
Peter wails again.
He's mad and overwhelmed and so sad-he'll be crying for a while.
And so the elevator opens on the Avenger's floor to a blind boy holding on to
his crossdressing twink of a boyfriend-who's sobbing his heart out.
Pepper blinks.
***
"Name's Matt Murdock. 'm your son's boyfriend-enough Peter-and I'm so sorry
it's not been a great start of the day." The other Avengers are there-Matt can
hear their heartbeats. 
But mostly, he hears Peter cry and cry and cry.
"Peter, enough," he snaps, "it's over. Stop crying. Now."
"Mean," Peter whines, "mean, mean, mean."
"But it's okay now. Besides, I got you all your favorite stim toys, and even I
know that crying's gonna ruin your pretty little face, okay?"
Peter blushes, and lets Matt wipe away his tears and snot with a tissue-he
always comes prepared. He places a rubiks cube in Peter's hands. "Play with
this thing. Win for me."
"Okay," Peter responds, and then he's off in his own world again. 
"Uh," Tony begins, "what happened?"
"Your receptionist is an asshole who made Peter cry by calling him an idiot and
demanding he change into clothes that suit his gender-I don't know what he's
wearing-what is that, Peter?"
"Pink," he mumbles, already onto another toy, "pink dress. You bought it."
"I did? Oh. Well whatever it is looks bomb on him, and Peter's got social
anxiety, and autism and just so many other things-whatever you should fire
her." 
"Or I could be less stupid," Peter mutters under his breath. 
"Don't ever say that again," Matt huffs back. Peter flushed in embarrassment.
"I'll check the video," Tony promised, walking over to Peter slowly. He stood
in front of him quietly, before squatting down to his level. "Hi, Bubba."
Peter's big brown eyes stared owlishly at Tony. "Hi papa." 
Tony's heart melted.
"I see you have some stim toys with you?"
"Uh huh. Keeps me feeling better. Wanna use them?"
"That's alright. I have a few of my own."
Peter tilted his head. "You're different too?"
"Well...yes."
"That's great! Cause now we match. Wade's different too."
"Who's Wade?"
"My other boyfriend."
Tony chokes. Peter smiles. "I've only got the two. Wade says you've got lots of
them." Tony blushes a little bit. "Yes," he responds shortly, gesturing to the
Avengers with one shoulder. Steve's bright red-and Bruce is sort of hiding his
face. Natasha's eyebrow is arched up higher than normal-and Clint is
snickering. Thor kind of shrugs and wraps an arm around Bucky. Wanda rolls her
eyes. She's not part of it. 
"It is great team bonding!"
Matt coughs into his fist.
Peter beams. 
"Peter, y'know I have work today."
"Why?"
"Because there are cases that need to be won," Matt responded, "and if I'm
late, people get to talking-and you know why."
"Cause you're blind?"
"Smart boy. I'm blind and I'm young," Matt smiles a little, "I don't need
reasons for people to underestimate me." Peter pouted. "But Foggy can take care
of it."
Matt raised an eyebrow.
Peter makes a hurt mewling sound.
Matt's eyes soften. "You know Pool'll be by later," he tells him, "after his
mission. Spend some time here, okay?"
"Okay," he whispers gently.
Matt smiled, and Peter lept up to kiss him, legs wrapped around him tightly.
He's graceful as anything when he does it, swiveling around to get on Matt's
back. 
"You can't get rid of me," Peter mumbles, "I've got you forever."
Matt grabs his boyfriend's arms, and since Peter's not sticking to him, easily
flips him over onto his ass. Peter pouts, as Matt turns and begins to walk
away.
"Owwww."
"You've had worse." 
Peter's up and sticking to the wall before anyone can convince him to stop. He
leaps up-now he's on the ceiling. "Matt! Think fast."
He flips off the ceiling, and makes Tony's heart stop before landing in Matt's
arms. "NO!"
It's a full on assault now.
"Peter, get off, now!"
"I'll hit you," he hisses, "you can't go." 
"I'll hit you harder." 
"All you two do is fight when I'm not here," another voice says. Tony pales.
"How did he get in here?"
Wade's in full Deadpool attire-except for his head, which is unmasked and
currently in his arms. That pretty little face is totally unimpressed. 
Matt's not even embarrassed. "He's being a brat."
"Yes, well," Wade casually reattaches his head to his neck, "He's always being
a brat. Baby boy, let Matty go to do his boring lawyer stuff before he throws
you through a wall again. Come to Daddy."
Peter wails, and as soon as he's set on the floor runs and clings to Wade who
kisses his sweaty forehead. "Run," he mouths at Matt-who can just barely hear
it as he gets into the elevator and leaves.
"Wade," Peter whines, peppering kisses to Wade's nose, "You're here. I missed
you."
"Missed ya too. Let's take a seat."
Wade sits on a couch with Peter in his strong capable arms. He rubbed at his
eyes and yawned. "So what's the deal? Why are we here?"
Pepper clears her throat.
***
"I want to talk about the possibility of adopting Peter," Tony says slowly,
"since he's only fifteen years old. And biologically my son. And a superhero,
apparently."
Wade pouts. "We were totally working on getting him emancipated like us."
"Like...you? How old are you?"
"Sixteen," Wade responds, "and Matty's seventeen. Youngest attorney in all of
America-our boyfriend's so smart."
"He brought down Wilson Fisk." Peter was so proud.
Natasha's eyes widened. "Murdock!"
"Uh huh," Peter giggled. 
"I get it, you're all very independent," Tony sighed, "but I think this would
be best for all of you....if Peter was with me. Not that you're not doing great
but-I just want to make up for lost time. I'm no good at this."
"I keep my boyfriends," Peter responded immediately.
"Yes," Tony agrees.
"And um...there's no adoption required," he tells Tony softly, "just you need
to prove I'm your biological child-and Matty can help with all the legal
stuff."
Tony's eyes lit up. "So is that a yes?"
"Uh huh!"
Nat put her hand up. "Do you plan on keeping your identity secret? None of us
have succeeded in doing so."
"Um...not really? I mean, I was worried about people getting to Aunt May
but...she's dead so." Peter sighed. "And I don't have any friends or anything."
"But you're great," Clint responded.
"And autistic and too smart and too girly," Peter responded, "so nobody really
likes me."
Wade pokes Peter. "What," Peter questioned.
"I like you."
Peter blushed, and hid behind his hands. "I like you too."
"You're so cute," Wade whispered, squeezing Peter tight. "Lovely, lovely,
lovely," Peter trilled, kicking his legs.
"What's your plan for Spiderman?"
Peter sighed. "I don't feel like it today."
"Okay, okay. Wanna hear about who I unalived today?"
Wanda's eyes widened. "I'm calling Fury. You're a murderer."
"For hire," Wade responded, "and Fury's one of my clients-who knew? Besides you
were a murderer too, weren't you?" Wade tilted his head. "And now you're a
murderer for hire. You just switched sides-me? I don't care!"
Wanda seethed.
Peter chortled.
***
One week later, Tony held a press conference. He sat at the long table in his
press room silently and waited for everyone to settle down. "Good afternoon. I
called this conference to let you all know about something big tha
t's happening in my life. It's probably the most important thing I've ever had
in my entire life. Almost a month ago, SI received a letter from a fifteen year
old boy who had lost his parents when he was a child, his uncle a year ago, and
his aunt two months before. Alone, and not knowing what to do-he sent a letter
claiming that I was his father. I get thousands of these letters of course-from
women I've slept with and children. I send them all to a DNA clinic who tests
them."
Tony shrugs. "Since I'm here talking about it, clearly he's my biological son.
His name is Peter. He's smart and he's lively and absolutely perfect. I love
him. I've only recently gained custody of him-and I need need need you guys to
give him at least a little privacy. He's been thrust into a new situation. You
can talk to him today-but after that he needs a bit of privacy-or at least you
guys need to not ask stupid mean questions. Come on out, Petey-pie."
Peter shuffled on out onto stage, his stim toy wrapped around his arm and
fingers. He kept raveling it and unraveling it, bypassing the seat set out for
him, and plopping into Tony's lap. Tony grunted, arm wrapping around to run his
fingers through Peter's hair as Peter curled into him.
"We don't have to do this," he mutters.
"We do," Peter says back, fiddling with the threads of his black skinny jeans. 
"Let's start in the order you're seated. Go."
A blonde woman from a more progressive news station stood up. She blinked, and
seemed to think over her question. "Do you think it's okay to out Peter's
existence to the world? Considering who you are and the amount of enemies you
have?" 
"Peter will be living with me. I will be taking him to and from school. I'll be
taking him out places, and doing what I can to connect more with him. I know
once a few news sites and stations get sight of him-they'll make things up.
He's my new trick-my new boyfriend. A sex slave. All these crazy things that
won't be great when Peter reads them. I never want him to go through that. We
talked about this a lot-and he wanted to do this. He's okay with this."
The lady nodded and sat down. Next up was someone that Tony recognized-and
didn't like in the least.
"Do you really think you're fit to raise a kid with your lifestyle choices-"
"He is," Peter responded, and his voice was small but strong, "that's a stupid
question. He's sober, rich, caring, smart, not abusive and he's my papa and
that's a mean question. Next."
The man spluttered as the reporter next to him stood up. "Hello Peter. Are you
okay?"
Peter blinked. "Not very. But I will be."
"That a stim toy," another woman asked.
"Yes. I'm autistic I think."
Tony nodded.
"I am," Peter corrected.
"What school do you plan on attending?"
"Midtown High, like before."
"I don't want everything to change for him. He hasn't been to school in a while
due to many issues-but I'm sure we'll work it out with the administration."
"I skipped," Peter clarified, not helping his case at all.
"Why'd you skip," another reporter Tony hated asked, "do you want to be a
delinquent?"
"No, 's cause I'm Spiderman."
Tony hissed, as the questions started overlapping. Peter covered his ears and
started making distressed sounds. "Papa," he wailed.
The questions stopped, and Tony talked Peter through a sobbing fit. He pulled
his jacket off and threw it over Peter's head. Peter shivers, and lets out
another soft sob. "That was supposed to be a different press conference,
Peter," he says casually, all but confirming it, "but nobody's mad at you. I'm
not mad at you."
"I'm not. Why don't I show you off? Do your tricks-but I can't show off a
bawling teenager."
Peter sniffled, before giggling and moving the jacket down just enough to
reveal watery brown eyes. "T-that's no fun."
"No, it's not." 
"Okay," Peter whispered, standing up on the table and shooting out a string of
web at the ceiling, swinging all around the room like he did when he was on his
patrols. He flipped himself around and around before landing back into Tony's
lap. 
"Show off!"
"Show off," Tony agreed, kissing Peter's forehead. 
***
 
***** back to school *****
Chapter Summary
     Peter goes back to school. He makes a friend who doesn't care about
     who he is.
"In here!" Peter's spidey-sense did not go off as a large gloved hand grabbed
him and pulled him into a closet. Bright green eyes stared into his soul, as
his savior asked if he was okay.
"Y-you're Harry Osborn," Peter muttered.
The boy hesitated. "Um...yes. Is that a problem?" He fiddled with his fingers.
"Our fathers are competitors."
"I don't care. Thanks for that by the way." Harry smiled shyly, and whispered,
"You're welcome."
Peter thought back to earlier that day.
***
Peter held his daddy's hand tightly as they got out of the limo to the flashes
of cameras in his face. He had a stim toy in his other hand, and was thankful
for the sunglasses he had on. 
"Please move so I can take my son to school." Peter made a soft pleading sound.
"I don't wanna go. I hate school. Too many bullies."
"If anyone tries anything, I'll pay them a visit with my Iron Man suit. If
someone hits you, hit back."
"But I'll break something."
"Great."
Peter giggled and jumped on Tony who was luckily expecting it, lifting him up
and carrying him inside of the school while his son clinged to him like a
monkey. Ignoring the awe struck looks as he made his way to the office, Tony
demanded an audience with the principal. 
He got it, of course.
And Peter was promptly placed into the honors class he was in before. Tony
walked him to class, and kissed his forehead. "This is where the road ends for
now, buddy. Go on in."
And that's where the issue started.
Peter just wouldn't let go. 
His super strength, plus the stickiness of his hands prevents Tony from leaving
him. He managed to get into the classroom, and push at Peter until Peter agreed
to let go of him. "Thank you, love. Have fun."
Peter huffed, and walked to his desk, riding out the rest of class with the
biggest pout on earth.
Later, he found himself being filmed everywhere. Too shaken to ask them to
stop, he began trying to take other back ways-but he was followed down there
too.
It was too much. 
But then Harry grabbed him and pulled him into a quiet safe space.
***
"Give me your number," Peter exclaimed, after they'd spoke together for a full
two hours. Harry blushed. "I don't have a phone," he admitted, "my papa doesn't
like it when I talk to other people."
"I hope you don't get in trouble with him."
"I won't. Probably." Harry unconsciously rubs his gloved hands together. "He's
real strict."
"Well he shouldn't be. You're really good," Peter mumbled, offering Harry his
stim toy. Harry bit his bottom lip. "I'm not allowed to have those."
"Do you have autism?"
"No, anxiety and ADHD. But don't tell anyone," Harry huffed, playing with his
shoelaces. Peter blinked. "I have to tell my dad, maybe."
"Okay, make sure he doesn't tell anyone." Peter nodded, but gently took one of
Harry's hands in his, and pressed the toy in his hand.
"It's better without gloves." Harry was shaking, but he ended up smiling gently
at Peter. "Oh, uh. Thank you! The gloves can't come off."
Peter shrugged, and went back to playing with different toys. 
"Harry?"
"Yes?"
"Do you wanna go to Homecoming with me?" Harry blinked, before blushing
brighter than he had before. "Um, yes! If my dad lets me go!" 
"Cool! Let's go outside-it's time for pick up."
***
Peter waved at Harry as he was walked to his limo by one of his dad's
bodyguards. Harry smiled shyly, and waved back. Tony was the one walking Peter.
"Who's that kid?"
"Harry."
"Osborn?"
"Mmh hmm! He's nice, and saved me from all the people chasing me. I skipped the
rest of the day with him." Tony sighed, pinching his nose. "That's nice. His
dad is an asshole, though."
"Probably. I asked Harry to Homecoming."
"Wade and Matt won't be upset?"
"Nah."
***
And they weren't.
"Seriously? Only our Peter manages to get another billionaire's son as his
date," Matt mused. Steve sighed, as Tony went on a rant about how much he hated
Norman Osborn. That he was a cheat, and didn't know a damn thing.
Peter giggled.
The next day, Harry told him that his father had allowed him to come.
And one week later, Peter was dressed to the nines for homecoming. The school's
gym was nicely decorated, and most of the kids were crowded around the alumni
rather than him for once-it was great!
It's just, Harry wasn't there.
***
One hour later, after Peter had all but given up, irritated and upset from his
date's no show-a gloved hand tapped him on the shoulder. He flipped around and
saw Harry, putting a finger on his lip as he dragged Peter out of the back door
of the gym.
"Sorry," Harry mumbled, "my dad was making things difficult. Are you mad at
me?"
"Not anymore," Peter responded truthfully, "I'm glad you're here!" He leaned in
and hugged Harry tightly, before kissing him on his cheek. Harry bit his bottom
lip and played with his hands. He was dressed in a white suit.
"I'm glad too."
They sat in the hallway, giggling and having fun just talking about science and
how much they hated school. 
"Peter?"
"Mmhm?"
Harry leaned in and kissed him.
Peter didn't kiss back. Harry pulled back quickly, cheeks coloring in
embarrassment. "Oh...sorry."
"It's okay. I'm taken."
"I didn't know. You asked me so..." Harry shook his head. "Nevermind."
That's when Peter's spidey sense went off.
He turned just as Harry's eyes widened in fear.
There standing in the hallway was Norman Osborn, and he was livid.
***
"My son? I know that's not my son," the man stated, as Harry scrambled to his
feet.
"Papa, I-"
"Shut up," Norman hissed, stomping over to where they were, and before Peter
knew it he was grabbing his own son by the neck and slamming him down onto the
floor. "Did I teach you to be like this? Come on? You want to get fucked? Is
that what you want?"
"NO, PAPA! I'm sorry," Harry whispered, and he was practically sobbing, "sorry,
sorry-
That's when Norman punched him in the stomach. 
Also when Peter tackled Norman Osborn to the ground, and kicked him in the
head-hard.
He didn't die, but he was sure knocked unconscious. Harry heaved, trying not to
vomit, as Peter walked back over to him and helped him up. "Uh, you should go,"
Harry mumbled.
Harry felt so stupid. So small. 
"Not without you." Harry startled, wincing as he felt a sharp pain in his rib.
Peter's eyes softened. "You're hurt. Come  on."
Harry shook his head miserably. "I'm fine." 
"Is this about you kissing me? Because I don't care about that."
"But I do," Harry replied simply, and it's only then that Peter realizes he's
made his friend cry.
He doesn't quite know what to do.
Harry doesn't do anything but sniffle for the next few minutes, as Peter
scrambles for an answer on what to do next. When he can't come up with
anything, he tries, "Harry, it doesn't count. I'm not mad at you or anything.
It doesn't matter."
Harry smiles shakily and Peter knows he's made a mistake. "You're right. It
doesn't." He wipes his tears frantically but they keep coming and Peter panics.
He's so glad he brought his web shooters. Before he can think better of it, he
webs Harry to his hip, before attaching another web to the ceiling of the
hallway and using that to propel them out of the open window and into the air.
Harry screams.
***
Somewhere along the way, Harry calms down and is relatively silent for the rest
of the trip. 
Peter swings them all the way to the Tower, watching as FRIDAY opens a window
for them to get into his bedroom.
"Hey! Lock the doors please. Don't tell anyone that I've got someone with me
please, and don't let anyone in."
"As you wish, Peter. I should inform you that your friend has a couple of
cracked ribs."
"Thanks, FRIDAY."
Peter rips the webbing connecting him to Harry and lays Harry down. "Why are
you doing this?"
Peter sighs.
He kisses Harry on the cheek. "Cause I like you. But there's something holding
me back-and you need to be okay with it,  alright?"
Harry tilts his head. Peter notices he is getting woozy.
"It seems your friend's rib is puncturing an inner organ. Should I inform the
Avengers?"
Peter isn't sure.
Harry coughs up blood.
"DADDY!" Harry seizes, letting out a choked sob as Peter rips his tuxedo off of
him, wincing at the many bruises left on the small pale body. Harry coughs
again. 
"P-Peter?"
"It's okay. You'll be okay, alright?" Peter kisses his cheek. You'll be fine"
He almost doesn't believe it as Harry closes his eyes.
***
The sight that greets the frantic Avengers when they race up to Peter's floor
on the elevator is a horrible one. Peter's mumbling to himself and wiping blood
and vomit from the face of a catatonic Harry Osborn. They almost don't
recognize him, but they make the connection fairly quickly after seeing the
torn tuxedo. 
Bruce rushes over, yelling for a stretcher that Steve rushes to get.
"What happened," Tony asked a quiet Peter.
"His dad punched him in the stomach cause he's gay. FRIDAY said he punctured
something," he looks at Tony, "I'm glad you're gay too."
Tony sighs. He wraps his arms around Peter, and isn't the least bit surprised
when he cries.
***
Peter's in Harry's hospital room as soon as he's out of surgery, stroking his
limp little hand, and sighing at the burn marks on them. Harry wakes up minutes
later in burning pain.
"Hospital," he croaks, after drinking water to wet his throat.
"Yes, Avenger's Hospital. You okay, Harry?"
"Yeah," he slurred, "I'm okay." Peter sniffles, and kisses Harry's forehead,
watching as Harry closed his eyes briefly again. He opens them a while later.
"Where's my papa?"
"I 'unno. You're not going back."
"I have to," Harry points out, "thank you anyways." He slowly forces himself to
sit up, wincing and breathing heavily as he does so. He puts his hand to his
ribs.
"All my secrets. You'll know all of them," Harry huffs, those green eyes
turning ice blue as he heals himself.
A mutant-born to a mutant hating father.
"No way you're going back," Peter snaps.
"Agreed," Tony adds, making Harry jump. The blue eyes fade back to green, and
Harry frantically starts to tug the needles out of his arm. "Calm down, kid.
I'm not gonna hurt you." Harry shook his head, and stopped suddenly-it hurt
anyways.
"I'm not your biggest problem. Your father is. Turn on the TV."
***
Norman Osborn took to TV to completely rip apart his own son. He claimed that
Harry had run away, and was a delinquent. Mused about how he had to raise the
boy after his mother died when he was a baby. Talked about all of Harry's
absences and how he skipped class. How he was a druggie and hooked to Adderall.
Harry sobbed when he saw it. Loud and awful and just heartbreaking. Peter
wrapped his arms around him, kissing his forehead and mumbling soft assurances.
Harry, for his part, sounded like he was choking on his own tears.
Matt walked into the hospital room, tired of listening from the outside. As he
slowly made his way around the room, making sure Harry was able to see him, he
sat himself down onto the edge of the bed.
"Hello, Harry," Matt greeted in that low gravelly voice of his. He had heard
about Harry from Peter-heard about how Harry had kissed him and instead of
getting angry had felt nothing but overwhelming pity.
Wade didn't quite feel the same way, but he wasn't witnessing this-and if he
was, Matt knew his heart would soften to. Harry tried to control his breathing,
but didn't quite manage as he wheezed out, "H-Hi!"
Matt smiled softly, and put his hand on Harry's wrist. "Calm down a bit okay?
Tony's gonna take care of this-take care of you. We all will, hmm? I'm Matt,"
he tilted his head, "I think we have a similar interest in our little Peter?
You kissed him."
Harry didn't deny it. "I did." He sounded so defeated and sad and it hurt Matt
a little to hear it.
"It's okay. I don't mind," he mutters, "anymore. That was your first kiss,
wasn't it?" Peter whipped his head back over to look at Harry. The blonde
played with his fingers. "I," he let out another soft sob, "i-it was. I d-
didn't know how to do it."
"I didn't know that," Peter muttered to himself, "please don't cry anymore."
"S-sorry."
"It's okay," Matt consoled, "it's okay." He pressed a soft little kiss to
Harry's lips. "There's your second." Harry froze.
"Ever heard of polyamory?"
And just like that, Tony was able to slip away to completely bring Osborn down
to his knees.
***
"You have two boyfriends?"
"Yup," Peter admitted, "so when you kissed me I was surprised-but
y'know...happily. I just needed to talk it over with my boooos first." Harry
giggled.
Matt mumbled cautiously, "Wade's agreed to you dating Peter-and even me if you
want but...he's not very happy with the entire situation." And just like that,
Harry's mood soured. 
"Oh."
"Is that...a problem for you?"
"I want your boyfriend to be happy," Harry whispered, "I don't want him to hate
me."
"I don't think Wade hates you. He'll warm up to you....that is if you're
choosing to date us?"
"Um..."
***
They go slow with Harry, although they have to introduce him to Wade when he's
back. Wade purposely intimidates him, making sure he sees how much taller and
stronger the vigilante is, and keeping a facade of coolness the whole time they
meet. Peter sighs-he figures Harry will avoid him after that.
Except he doesn't, because of course Harry's love-starved, and he does
everything he can to have Wade warm up to him. He hands Wade his weapons when
he asks the room for them, sits next to him during movie night, and spends a
lot of time making puppy eyes at him.
He spends a lot more time in Peter's lap, sometimes laughing, other times
sobbing at his father slandering him on TV. Matt bans him from the news after
that.
But it's not Peter or Matt who's there when Harry freaks out in the middle of
his bathroom, rocking back and forth, and crying and screaming. It's Wade who
knocks the door down, and picks Harry up and squeezes him. Harry wraps his arms
and legs around Wade, as Wade rocked him back and forth, back and forth.
Until finally, the boy was asleep.
Days later the video of what happened at the school was 'leaked' and Norman
Osborn was arrested for child abuse.
 
***** Loki Saves The Day *****
Chapter Summary
     Norman Osborn is going to try and destroy all evidence of child
     abuse.
     Loki's magic is just what they need.
"It's been a while," Wade mumbled, just barely dodging the remote that was
thrown at his head. 
"So now you deign to bless me with your presence? How kind of you," Loki
sneered, his twins yelling out happily as soon as they caught sight of Wade.
Wade grinned, and grabbed the twins before leaning in and kissing Loki's cheek.
"Oh, don't be mad, mama. The boys and I have been busy."
"Too busy to visit us?"
"I'm sorry, mama."
Loki scowled, and Wade sighed happily, as the two babies babbled about their
joy at seeing him.
Loki was mischievous-not evil. Yes, he had Thor sent to Midgard-but it all
turned out well. He had changed his mind about killing the Frost Giants, and
admitted to Odin what he had done.
Yet Odin had thrown him off the Bifrost in his fury. 
Loki thought he was going to die. 
But Thanos had found him. And Thanos had hurt him, and whipped him, and forced
him to "attack" New York. But Loki was smart, and Loki stole his Infinity
Gauntlet and had hidden it where it would never be found. He'd tried to tell
Thor while he was in the prisons...but Thor wouldn't listen to him.
Loki loved Thor. 
He had always loved Thor. Even when they were young and Thor used to bully him
about using magic, and not growing a beard, and preferring green over red. Loki
learned to fight, if only so he could join them on their journeys.
But none of Thor's friends respected Loki. Especially since Loki was
not...biologically male. It had happened hundreds of years ago, yet some of
them still called him Lolia.
Loki was assigned female at birth.
Being trans was unheard of in Asgard, but being the kings's son had it's
benefits...somewhat. Odin detested him for it. Frigga loved him anyways and
Thor....
And Thor...the only time Thor ever cared about what was in his pants was when
Thor was fucking him. And Thor loved to remind him of just how skinny and
pretty and feminine Loki was.
And Loki got pregnant. Again by Thor.
He'd got pregnant by him, sixteen Midgardian years before. That child was sent
to Midgard and Odin never found out. Hela had blessed him.
The child was Wade.
So Loki had to leave. They had fought the day before. Thor said he could not
have Loki as his queen, that what they had was a fling. Loki was distraught and
Loki left.
It hurt.
But now Loki had Thorki and Frigga-two beautiful blonde baby girls. And he had
refined his magic, helped himself transition slowly and slowly, until finally
he was happy with himself.
He lived on Midgard now, taking care of his babies, and occasionally hosting
three young teenagers who visited him after Matt heard him sobbing from all the
way across New York. They'd visited him, made sure he was comfortable, and
kissed his cheeks until he fell asleep.
And Wade found out just who Loki was, and immediately accepted him as "mama"
which Loki preferred.
And then they explained what being transgender was. 
And Loki could live.
***
"I need your help, mama," Wade muttered, as one of the babies pulled his hair-
hard.
"Yes? With what?"
"A boy we're courting, Harry Osborn. His father's been abusing him and has
people destroying all of the evidence. If he doesn't go to jail...he'll try and
demand custody of his son again...which he'll most likely get."
Loki hummed. "And you want me to get this evidence? That's a lot of conspicuous
magic to use. Thor might find me out." Wade bit his lip, before sighing softly.
"Mama," he whispered in that little voice of his that broke Loki's heart,
"Mama, please? I love him. I don't want them to take him away. Please, mama?"
"Son..."
Wade poked his bottom lip out, and tried to keep his voice from trembling.
"Mama, please!" His big blue eyes, just like his daddy's.
"I suppose since you're in love," Loki huffed, wincing as Wade jumps onto him,
hugging him tightly. "Thank you, mama! Thank you!"
"Promise me something?"
"Yes?"
"If something should happen to me...make sure Odin never gets Thorki and
Frigga. Over your dead body."
Wade's eyes hardened. "Mama, I swear."
***
The next day, Wade gathered everyone up into the Avenger's common room.
Ignoring Wanda's sneer, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"I've...employed a certain someone to help us with this issue. Thor," Wade's
cheek twitched, "Thor, I need you and everyone else here to know something. He
is helping us out of the kindness of his heart. He is my mama. Got it?"
"Of course, Son of Wil."
Wade chuckled. "Come in, mama."
There was a flash of light, and once it dimmed, everyone's eyes adjusted to see
a very unimpressed looking Loki with twin baby girls on his hips. He was in
sweatpants and a tank top, and had his staff in hand. 
"Hello Thor," he greeted casually, setting his girls down. They played with
their hair shyly. "Other Midgardians, I care little for. Favorite son," he
continued, letting Wade kiss him on the cheek.
"Loki...Loki...what is the meaning of this," Thor questioned, unable to express
his anger in front of such babes. Perhaps that was Loki's strategy.
"I am to protect our son's beau while you....you bond with Thorki and
Frigga...your daughters. I may be unfit to rule with you, but I'm very capable
of having your illegitimate children."
Thor's eyes widened. "Do you jest? Are these my daughters?"
"No, I do not. They are and Wade...a ridiculous name that I did not give
him...is your eldest son. Take care. I have business. Peter?" Peter jumped into
Loki's arms easily, ignoring Tony's protests until suddenly they were gone
again. 
Thorki clenched her fists together and proclaimed in her little baby voice, "I
am Thorki Thordottir," she hesitates, "I'm five Midgardian years old...mama's
synced my aging to this world's. And...I'm a big girl! And I'm gonna be a
warrior like you!" She pointed to Frigga. "She wants to do magic like mama. But
you'll like her if she's a warrior better and I told her that!"
She was articulate for a five year old-Asgardians!
Thor blinked.
"I uh...of course. But Frigga may learn magic like her namesake if she wishes
to."
"Mama said you bullied her," Frigga replied quietly, "she said it to big
brother, but I heard. You don't like magic. You made mama sad. I don't like
you."
"Your mama is a woman playing at being a man," Thor recited, as if from a
script, "Loki claimed to be a man-but still chose to submit to me
willingly...and practice magic. I tried to harden him."
"You're mean," Frigga huffed, "and mama is a man. Mama's not born a man...but
he still is. You don't know what it's like being born in the wrong body. You
weren't there when one of mama's spells failed and he couldn't change his body
the way he wanted to. I'm gonna learn magic and then I'm gonna help protect
people like mama from meanies like you."
Thor blinked. "There is no such case in Asgard until Loki made it one. Father
was kind only beating him for it. And I use the pronouns he wants, do I not?"
"You don't get it. All you do is hurt mama. You pretend to love mama and then
mama has babies and has to give up Wade even though he wants to keep him. Then
you pretend again and mama has us and it hurts mama a lot to have babies. Mama
says he loses the babies sometimes because he has to do it alone. But he can't
tell you. Because you're a meanie."
Thor pouted. "I am not."
Tony finally chokes out, "Thor, you're transphobic?"
"What?"
"I can't believe you," he snaps, "I can't believe you'd treat someone like
that." Thor moans in confusion. "What?"
***
Bruce is seriously distressed, because what Wade's telling them happened to
Loki makes him feel really bad about slamming the man into the concrete while
he was pregnant. If he wasn't a Frost Giant, he might've lost the babies-and as
it was, he had broken his lower spine and was almost incapable of walking
around pregnant.
It sounded massively painful.
And Thor-their Thor had been awful to his little brother and had no idea how.
What type of man was Odin? He had basically pit his children against
themselves.
"Thor, your father almost killed his own son-sentenced him to a fate worse than
death. Sent him to Thanos...even after he admitted to what he did. That's not
justice."
"I do not understand. What is wrong, Tony? Our laws are different from yours."
"Your laws are wrong!" Tony was furious.
"Loki has done wrong. He brought the Chitauri here-and brainwashed Barton...who
is in our nest. Why do you take his side?"
"He was nice to me," Clint remembered softly, "when I was with him. He treated
my injuries. Told me it would all be over soon."
"You told us that," Nat responded guiltily, "but we'd made our decisions by
then. And now he's helping us?"
Tony sighed. Thor was sitting on the couch with his arms crossed, pouting as if
he was the one hurt. Thorki ran up to him. "Papa," she exclaimed shrilly, "let
me see Mjolnir! Mama told me about her."
"Why Mjolnir thinks you worthy, the world will never know," Frigga hissed, eyes
flashing dangerously when Thorki stomped over to her.
"Stop being mean, Frigga! This is papa," she pushed Frigga-and hard, "and
you're not supposed to be rude."
"How can you call him your papa when he's done nothing for us at all?"
"He's why we're alive."
"He's why mama's gone," Frigga shrieked, green eyes filled with pain, "he's the
reason why mama's heart stays broken. He's why mama got hurt. He's nothing but
a bully and a cheat. He doesn't deserve him!"
"Mama and papa should be together," Thorki rolled her eyes, as if Frigga was
stupid, "That's what the stories says. Mama and Papa should live together and
kiss lots and have fun-and more kids so we have more siblings! I'm right! I'm
making it so they can kiss again."
"Papa has no rights to mama's lips. Not after he held him down while Brokk
sewed them shut."
"Mama lied."
"Papa did too."
The two girls glared at each other for a long long time. Blue met green. Tony
noticed that wasn't the only differences between them. Although they both had
curly blonde hair, Frigga's nose and lips were more Loki-as well as those green
eyes. Thorki was all Thor.
Then Thorki went running into Frigga, pushing and kicking at her until a flash
of green light sent her flying across the room. "Stop fighting," Wade huffed,
picking up Thorki while she screamed and called Frigga a coward.
"Ergi," she snapped.
"Thorki, enough," Wade yelled, and there was stunned silence. Frigga's bottom
lip trembled, but it was Thorki who started wailing and crying. Wade blinked at
her slowly, rubbing her back as Frigga ran directly into Matt's arms.
"I didn't mean it."
"I know. You need a nap, don't you?"
"NO!"
"Yes. Or else I might yell at you again. You know what that word means. And you
said to your baby sister. That's not nice. You're being a bully."
And Thorki yelled herself hoarse right up until she fell asleep.
***
"Thor, what's ergi mean," Tony questioned softly, after Thorki had went in for
a nap. Thor looked at his hands quietly and did not respond. "Thor? Thor, I'm
talking to you," Tony coaxed, "Come on, baby."
"It means," Frigga said, looking directly at Thor, "cock lover."
Thor winced.
"Which I believe Thor and his friends called Loki for a thousand years...never
mind that the cock in question was Thor's."
"I didn't take the woman's position." Natasha raised an eyebrow.
"Of course not. The mighty Thor could never do such a thing."
"Frigga..."
"He begged for your approval. Remember? When you destroyed the Bifrost? Do you
remember that?"
"Please Frigga-"
"He did everything for Odin. And he did it for you. He wasn't in his right
mind. And you both rejected him. And then mama....mama tried to die."
"Stop," Thor huffed, covering his ears, "stop, stop, stop!"
"No."
Thor sobbed. "Stop it!"
Frigga shook her head. "Apologize to mama, and I promise not to lay into you
any longer, Thor. Mama passed his silver tongue onto me."
***
Loki came back two hours later with Peter in tow. He was grinning widely, and
trying not to burst into giggles. Peter was asleep, although in his arms was a
pile of files. Loki put Peter in Tony's arms before lifting Frigga up. 
"You're welcome. I'll take my other baby girl and we'll be ready to go."
"Loki," Natasha began, "I'd like to say-"
Loki waved his arm. "Enough. My child. Now."
"Thorki was being mean. To you. She disrespects you by calling Thor papa."
Frigga ruffled. "And she called me ergi. And she made fun of my magic."
Loki sighed.
"Thorki's...excitable. Be the bigger person. She'll see the error of her ways."
"Like Thor did." Loki shot Frigga a look and she quieted. 
"Loki, sit down. Hang out. Lunch is about to be ready and," Tony smiled softly,
"I still owe you that drink."
"I'd rather live, thank you," Loki responded wryly, smiling when a sleepy
Thorki ran into his arms, "I've wronged you lot enough."
"We know you were controlled."
"Maybe I wasn't. Either way, the girl with the false magic is glaring at me,
and the archer who's part of your nest has nightmares about me," he flicked a
finger at Wanda, "stop trying to get into my head before I melt your brains."
She huffed.
"Stay," Clint whispered, startling Loki, "just for a bit, okay? Stay, please?"
Loki made a face.
Wade pouted.
He stayed.
***
And Loki was funny. Snarky and sweet somehow at the same time. He insisted on
baking for them, but allowed Clint to lick the spoon when he was done. 
"Wade was a pretty baby," he claimed, as he kissed the side of Harry Osborn's
head, "I send him to Midgard, and all of a sudden he's not so cute anymore."
"Mama!"
Harry flushed. "I think Wade's pretty cute." Loki grinned widely. "I guess he's
not that bad. Looks just like his papa." Wade tilts his head. "I guess I do."
Thor has been distant the entire time Loki's been here.
How childish of him.
Loki swaggers on over, steadying his beating heart as he plops right next to
Thor. "Thor," he says quietly, "I forgive you."
"I messed up."
"You did. But you were raised that way. Your entire life and um," Loki sighed,
"I think you loved me."
"I do." 
Loki snorted. "I forgive you. I can't forget it, but I've moved on. Years ago."
"I wronged you."
"Asgard wronged me and I tried to wrong her, in the end. If I couldn't be your
queen," Loki shrugged, "then I'd have to be king and I was going to crush you.
But I failed. Then I fell. Then he who will not be named." Loki rolled his
eyes. "Then you again. And the Midgardians who think themselves smart. Why in
the hell would I bring you together to fight against me-have some sense. Then I
supposedly failed. Then he who will not be named. Then well...babies."
Thor snorted.
Loki grinned. "I've had a fulfilling life. Let's not also forget," Loki lifted
his wrist, "the infinity gauntlet."
On his hand, was the gauntlet, with four out of six stones. 
Loki waved his hand and it was gone. "I keep it safe, and I allow the android
and the Sorcerer Supreme to keep their treasures. I don't wish to kill them for
it."
The Avengers wisely don't ask about it.
***
Later, right before Loki leaves, he hands Harry a flash drive. "It's your
choice whether or not you wish to divulge the information. Okay, baby?"
Harry sniffles. He knows what it is.
 
 
 
 
***** Wade's Pain. Wanda Sucks. *****
Chapter Summary
     Wade's healing factor hurts more than the Avengers know. Everyone is
     sympathetic but Wanda.
     Harry keeps the flash drive.
When Wade wakes up in excruciating pain, he knows that he's going to have a
horrible day.
The cancer is everywhere.
You'd think being half Asgardian, half Frost Giant, he would have no issues in
the world-but the opposite was true. Spending years on Earth without Loki's
magic helping him get through it weakened his bodies defenses. He had become in
a sense, almost Midgardian-and one of the most sickly he'd ever known.
Loki mourned when he found out about it. But Wade was okay now. He could heal
from anything-and things were perfect.
But there was days like this.
Weapon X was constantly healing his cancers, and sometimes, Wade's body would
literally rip itself open. Sores, slashes, scars would slowly appear starting
at his feet and going up his body. The first time Peter witnessed it, it had
been especially awful. Wade was catatonic, and it had been a whole week before
his body caught up with the cancer and healed his skin again.
There were blisters on his toes.
Matt whimpered, pressing a little kiss to Wade's ankles as soon as he could
find them. "Baby," he croaks, "wanna stay in bed? Mmh?"
"I-no. I don't want them to know."
Matt frowns, and so does Peter, but they say nothing as they help him sit up,
before getting him into the shower before more sores pop up and leave him too
hurt to stand the feel of water on his body. By the time he's dry and dressed,
there are open bleeding cuts up to his knees, and he's breathing heavily. 
"Maybe Brucey can help out," Peter mutters, furiously playing with a stim toy. 
"No," Wade huffs.
Matt holds his hands.
***
"I'm not in the mood for training," Wade mutters hours later, curled up on the
couch in Matt's lap when Nat calls for it, "too tired. I'll take a pass."
Nat looks at him oddly.
Matt makes a pleading face.
"This time, Wilson," she snaps.
"Thorson," Thor corrects.
Wade tries to smile. It comes out as a grimace. "How come he gets special
treatment," Wanda exclaims, "it's not fair!"
"Because he's sick," Peter responds testily, ignoring Wade's slight look of
betrayal.
"That's bull. How can Deadpool get sick? He can regenerate from just a head!"
"You don't know everything," Matt responds lowly. Harry looks up from where
he's fiddling with the flash drive on his keys. He's not sure what's up with
Wade.
Wade flips Wanda off.
She glares, pissed off as she follows Nat to the training room. She's tired of
these brats always getting special treatment. It's jealousy, since she used to
be the baby of the group. 
And a jealous Wanda is a horrible Wanda.
***
Wade lies in bed, breathing shallowly so as not to upset his lungs. Everyone's
off at training, and he is hoping that his body's rebellion doesn't spread to
his face.
He's got skin, lung, pancreatic, prostate, his brain, his liver-even his
testicles."
Asgardians and Frost Giants are not compatible for mating. Luckily, Loki had
taken precautions with the little ones-they got sick, but weren't riddled with
cancer.
Wade briefly thinks about cutting his body off from the neck down just to dull
the pain. He doubts Peter and Matt would like that very much. 
He's almost able to fall asleep, when a tendril of magic wraps itself around
his body. 
Wanda.
He struggled helplessly as he was forced to sit up, ripping the skin on his
torso even more as magic tries to tug him out of bed. His heart beats faster
and he begins to panic. "Wanda, Wanda, stop."
The magic gets tighter around him.
Wade screams in pain. FRIDAY does nothing-Wanda must have done something to
her.
Wade screams and screams and screams as he's tossed across the room. But
there's nothing anyone can do.
Until Loki feels his son's pain, and without preamble leaves his kids with his
live in boyfriend and pops into his son's room.
His eyes flare in anger.
***
"Sir, Loki seems to have teleported into Wade Wilson's room. Wade seems to be
in excruciating pain and in mental duress. Remnants of Wanda's magic are in the
room.
Matt attacked her before she could get her guard up. His elbow bashed in her
nose, as he hit and hit and hit her over and over again. Without being able to
concentrate, she couldn't use her magic. Peter finally pulled Matt off of the
bloody beaten girl, when the Avengers seemed to be ready to jump on the young
teenager. 
"Wade needs us, right now," he mutters, "leave the bitch. Leave her. Wade needs
up. Change your shirt."
Matt hangs his head as he follows Peter out of the training room. 
Tony points to Wanda, who is healing herself. "We will talk about this." 
And then the rest of the Avengers are rushing into the elevator behind Peter
and Matt.
***
The sight that greets them is not a good one. 
Wade is seizing on the bed, blood dripping out his nose and mouth. Loki has him
somewhat bound to the bed with green tendrils of soft looking magic, dabbing
something onto his bare chest with a cloth.
His body looks horrendous. Slashes and scars and blood and pus-it's horrible.
"Mama," Wade sobs, "mama, mama, mama, it hurts!"
"I know," Loki mutters thickly, kissing one sweaty forehead. "I'm trying, okay?
I'm trying."
"MAMA!"
Peter stops everyone from rushing over. 
"When he's like this, only Loki can help," he admits, "we just have to wait
until the pain knocks him out."
It took almost a full hour before that happened.
***
"His healing is trying to catch up with his cancer," Peter explained, "usually
it works-but sometimes...it fails. And his body has to reboot."
"How...Asgardians cannot have cancer," Thor responded thickly.
"Well, Asgardians and...Frost Giants are not of the same species," Loki began
slowly, the guiltiest look on his face, "and are inherently compatible in their
mating. A plethora of things could've happened...but I had not the knowledge
the first time around. He seemed to be a healthy baby but...he was not. Coupled
with sending him to Midgard despite being only a baby and not accustomed to the
lower grade atmosphere-he became a very sickly child and man. He has cancer in
almost every part of his body."
Thor's eyes widened. "And what of the twins?"
"I had not the knowledge the first time around...and I also didn't nurse Wade.
Being that I was able to nurse the babies, and protect them early on with
magic, they are most compatible with Midgard. They get colds and flus often-but
aren't hit with everything Wade has been hit with."
Everyone was surprised that Thor's eyes filled with sad sad tears.
"I should have been there," the man declared, bending down to press a kiss to
heated sickly skin. Wade whimpered, but didn't so much as move. He was so
fucking tired. And in so much pain.
"I didn't tell you," Loki huffed sullenly.
"I...would've done you wrong," Thor admits, "at the time. I would have wronged
you and the babe. It is nobody's fault but my own."
"Or Orin's," Loki corrected, "he's an ass."
Thor shook his head sadly. "Still. I should have learned."
***
Wade's better a few days later, the scars gone from his skin, and back to
cracking jokes. He throws up once or twice but is in great spirits. 
And he smiles a lot at Thor, which pleasantly surprises the god. He eventually
plops himself into Thor's lap when they watch a movie that same night. He's
tall-almost as tall as Thor, and he's getting to be almost as muscular too.
Thor's eyes nearly bulge out of his head.
"What? Peter's sitting in his papa's lap. I'm too big to sit in mine's?" 
Thor blubbers out something incomprehensible before Natasha shushes him. They
silently watch the movie, and later when Wade falls asleep, much too tired from
the week's events to stay awake, Thor picks him up and takes him to bed. He
tucks him in, and notes quietly to himself just how much Wade looks like him.
Except for the elegant hands. That's a weird thing to notice-but that's all his
mama.
***
"Got some secret super father we don't know about, Matty," Wanda sniped,
despite knowing full well how much the blind boy despises her.
"Wouldn't you like to know," Matt rumbled, not really answering the question.
Tony looked up. "That is a good question..."
Matt shrugged. "My ma and pa are dead."
"Who was your mom?"
"Matt doesn't wanna talk about it," Harry snaps, "don't make him talk about
it."
He gets a few kisses for his trouble, but the only thing he can think about is
the flashdrive he's currently got in his hand. When Matt pulls away from
kissing him, and calls him every sweet name he can think of...he just knows.
They can never find out.
 
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