Note:

I could go into a lot of detail why this hasn't been updated in forever, but it doesn't really matter. What's important here is that there's an update and there will be more to come. I've set aside my other projects to finish this fanfiction. Believe me, I really hate how it isn't finished. And all the comments telling me to update have really made the guilt great inspiration, so thank you everyone who commented. It paid off.

Special thanks goes to SeverusWillAlwaysBeMyHero who's very recent comment made me immediately find this story on my computer and figure out where the hell I left off.

So, thanks to everyone who continues to read. I hope you enjoy it :)

Chapter Five:

High Five

"You better be light footed Peter and I just can't hear you walking," Wade tosses his yell behind him, already off his bike and well away by his apartment door. He doesn't need to turn around and look. He already knows what's going on. He can sense Peter is being a total stubborn ass. It raises the hairs on his scabby neck.

More aggravated than he can possibly describe, Peter continues to say nothing. He clamps his lips tight as he vaguely looks around for nothing, blatantly ignoring Wade. He's still sitting on Wade's scooter that's parked in alley beside Wade's apartment on the sidewalk. Wade never locks it up or hides it. Everyone in the neighborhood knows very well not to touch his shit.

Peter has decided to mentally block everything that comes flooding out of Wade's mouth. Admittedly, Peter can't say he's incredibly sure he can accomplish that. Since he's given Wade the cold shoulder, he's let the guilt fester inside him and infect his heart too easily. The guilt has been eating and poking holes through his walls, making it harder to stay strong.

All Wade needs to do is take the wall head on and the wall will most certainly come crumbling down in a wreckage of Peter's own creation.

It's bad enough Wade is pissed off for actual reasons, good reasons.

It sucks.

This whole love affair has had the worst timing possible. Why couldn't Wade notice him years ago when they first met? Why couldn't he have noticed Peter a few years from now, when he has a handle on the spider inside him. His life is too complicated right now and he doesn't want to drag Wade through his bullshit. This is his responsibility and he just can't unload it on Wade or his dads. This is his burden to carry.

But specifically, at this moment, Peter refuses to move not just emotionally, but physically because Wade is an insufferable jerk and never listens to him and doesn't realize that Peter isn't a ragdoll and he shouldn't be thrown around. Peter crosses his arms, shifting his weight on Wade's scooter. Brow raised haughtily, he looks the other way across the street. He realizes this street smells kind of foul, kind of like strong cheese and he's not positive, but he thinks there's an old grandma selling pot to a backwards hat, baggy pants wearing punk.

Wade growls, swirling fully around on the heels of his feet. He stomps right back over, getting close enough to where Peter can feel his heated breath blow through the hairs that stick up. "Are you really going to play it this way?" He asks just on that edge of total aggravation.

Not one word said, Peter with his arms still crossed, merely shrugs.

"You know what?" Wade throws up his hands and his shits to give, "Fuck it."

He reaches for Peter's arms and leans over all at once. He yanks Peter over his shoulder, he's as easy to carry around as a comforter. He's just a little bit of nothing, thrashing around. He's snapping at Wade, but Wade sounds high in spirits just with that spicy dash of irritation, "I can't hear you. I'm not hearing a single sound, oh no, wait," He stops upon hearing a loud noise in the distance. "I think I just heard a gunshot, but that is perfectly normal."

He takes Peter all the way to the roof, kicking open what was a locked door. It slams on the other side of the concrete wall, making a distinct "WHAM!" He can feel Peter's body quickly tense up. He even clenches Wade's shirt.

Because he's brilliant, Wade already has a full proof plan going into this. He didn't just take Peter to the roof for no reason. If anything, it'd be easier to lock him up in his own room back at the apartment. However, he knows Peter is going to keep denying everything, but he doesn't know that Wade knows about what he shouldn't know that no one probably knows what Peter doesn't want anyone to know, to know about his powers.

The powers do not shock him.

If anything, he automatically assumes everyone around him as an affiliation with super powers. It comes with the territory.

He lets Peter down and Peter automatically shoves him back. In the same motion, he turns away from him. He walks silently towards the roof ledge. The light breeze begs Peter to bundle up tighter in his jacket. He stares at the ground three stories below, wondering what he's supposed to say. He thinks he knows what Wade wants him to say, but Peter has learned to lie. With two parents on a moral high horse, he's had to adjust and be sneakier. He'll lie until Wade doesn't want to know the truth… but then, an overwhelming surge of dread fills his stomach. It hardens and drops to his toes like concrete barreling downward through the ocean.

An idea, more of a thought runs through his head. It's inspired by a memory. He remembers perfectly those long three days when he was in middle school, when he wasn't even a teenager yet. His parents were missing. It was the most terrified he's ever felt in his entire life. The world knew where the Avengers were and how they were trapped somewhere near the center of the Earth, but Peter knew something else entirely. He knew that at any moment, he could have become an orphan again. He knew there wouldn't be anyone to give him a hard time about all the junk food he ate or how he never put anything away correctly, especially his cameras. He knew there wasn't going to be anyone else out there that could replace the way his parents made him feel loved and safe.

It wasn't until agent Phil Coulson visited the Stark Tower. Peter hadn't left the light of the television screen all night with his cell phone clenched tightly inside his hands as he waited. Phil came in without a word and just started taking care of him without being asked. He made food and bundled Peter up in a quilt. He looked so funny in his swanky suit doing all the chores.

Peter just lost it when Phil sat beside him. Phil sat there, patted his back and let him cry it out. He never tried to stop him. He only spoke when Peter said he didn't know what to do. Phil told him that he doesn't know what's going to happen and he couldn't promise his parents were going to come back, but he did say, "No matter what happens Peter just remember how much your parents love you and that's what makes them strong and that's what should make you strong. Your love is going to keep them fighting."

Another hard day after, Peter was crying into Steve's and Tony's arms. He told them, "I love you," maybe a hundred times because he wanted to become stronger.

And today, what he's going through, Peter realizes maybe it's not a task he has to handle alone. Here's a guy right in front of him with open arms. Sure. Maybe he's flipping the bird or making shit snide comments, but he's letting Peter in.

Wade watches him cautiously, tip toeing closer. He's been pretty quiet for a while so now might be the time to strike.

The plan as Wade thought it up he's going to sneak up behind Peter and push him off the ledge. And because Peter doesn't want to die, he'll be forced to use his bug powers to save himself and then, all will be revealed. Wade is actually pretty impressed with himself and how awesome this plan is.

His hands move slowly, weightless through the thick night air. They creep closer and closer to the point where he can feel cloth of Peter's jacket.

Suddenly, the cautious buzzing in his head returns and Peter whirls back around. Shock runs from Wade's finger tips through the blood in his veins and the bones under his skin, straight down to his toes. He practically flies backwards across the gravely roof. Peter didn't notice. He's spending an extra second staring at his black, yellowing converse.

"Look Wade," He starts uneasily. There's no easy way to do this other than to just say it. He'll get aggravated with himself if he keeps tip toeing around this. "I'm sorry," Peter admits, his sad brown eyes hang low and heavy, "You're right."

Is this a trick? Wade wonders. He raises a brow, inching cautiously closer. This wasn't part of the plan… also, he thinks that was the first time "you're right" and "Wade" came up in the same sentence. Funny. He always thought the universe would explode.

Peter uses shifty hand motions as he tries his hardest to convey how sorry he really is, "I have been avoiding you and, and I was ignoring you…" He swallows, hating how serious Wade can get. He can just close up and give a stare that makes his bones tremble. It's harsh, but admittedly Peter deserves it. He goes on, "It's just… something happened recently. I still don't really have a great handle over it so I thought… I thought it was a good idea to keep you out of it, out of all the complication in my life right now." Miserably, Peter deflates, a crack spikes in his voice, "Wade, it's so complicated."

The sun has set now over the city. Every night the world is flipped upside down and the stars are now on the ground, in the lights of the buildings.

"I thought I could figure all of this out on my own and I thought I was sparing you from my baggage and my trouble…" Peter gnaws on his bottom lip, touching Wade's arm, "but I need you because you make me stronger because without you I'm not the same, not the person who I want to be. Even though, I can't explain everything to you, or as much as you'd like me to."

Stomach churning, Wade's expression wavers. This guy has no idea he's seducing him. Just the way his brow twitches and how his slender hand doesn't hesitate to touch the disgusting scars on his skin. That lip, how he bites, how it makes Wade want to bite it.

He's playing dirty.

"I love you," Peter smiled, picking up only half of his lips. He's relaxed, saying it aloud is actually comforting. He even makes a little joke, "Nobody ever warned me of guys like you… probably because there's only one of you and I love everything about you."

Wade internally and externally groans. Like an aggravated child, he hops around the gravel roof in little circles, continuously groaning. Peter chuckles being very entertained by this charade.

Damn it. Wade didn't plan for that. He definitely didn't foresee Peter ever, at any point opening his mouth and saying, I love you-

Wait.

He said love.

Not just "like" or "like-like." He meant full on love, the I-wanna-be-with-you-for-real-romantic-reasons kind of love shit. He whips his head back at Peter, giving him his full unwavering attention. There he is, big doe eyed and sexy. With the dark hole his heart should be, Wade makes one more hop.

"Man," He whines, gripping and swaying back and forth as he shuffles back towards Peter, "I came here, ready to let you have it but then you just have to throw those damn eyes at me," Peter laughs and Wade points a knowing finger at him incidentally, "Don't pretend you don't know what you're doing. I can see your game Peter Stark-Rodgers."

He's obnoxious, Peter admits, but its sweet. He's sweet. Flushing, Peter pulls Wade closer by the ends of his jacket, rubbing the leather between his fingers. He has that bashful grin, thinking how he can possibly live up to Wade's ridiculous expectation of him and his looks.

"And you have to say shit like that. You're a real piece of work," Wade grumbles, sliding his arms past Peter's and he presses into his hips with his own, soaking in his festering warmth. Peter knows what's next, watching Wade's lips sneak closer. He grabs Wade's thick arms, almost bracing himself for Wade lips mashing into his lips.

It's been too long. Peter, until this moment, didn't realize how much he desperately needed this. Just the sound of their lips make coming apart drives him wild. He slides his hands up, holding Wade's jaw as he tilts his head closer. He can feel Wade's hands slide over his jeans. He squeezes a handful of Peter's ass and Peter gasps inside Wade's mouth. His shoulders raise automatically, pulled upward by the excessive but nice groping. His pants tighten on both ends.

"Wade," Peter breathes after running out of air. He kisses Wade's cheek and down his neck. Wade unbuttons his pants, his fingers dipping around the waistband of his red underwear, which Wade gets a good kick about it.

Carefully, Wade places his hand on Peter's back, carefully lowering him on the cold ground. Peter's back straightens up, his heart thumping on full speed. Suddenly, everything just became way more nerve wracking. "Uh, I," Peter starts, but wasn't thinking straight. He wants the best non-lame way to say he's a virgin that won't give Wade material for a million jokes. He can't so he just shakes his head.

Wade gets it.

Peter can tell because his grin just spread across his face. "Wow," He snorts, still sliding his hands around Peter's soft hips. "I always assumed you were a nympho," Wade's sarcasm goes wasted, "the way you stir a guy up."

With a widening smirk, Wade pulls his jacket off and throws it to the side, before taking off his shirt. He smirks, "No worries. I'll go easy yah."

Nervously, Peter swallows as his chest tightens. His eyes eat up the eye candy that is Wade's impressive build, abs and his arms. His body is covered in scars, meaningful important scars that could never turn Peter off.

His head cocked watching Wade slowly undoes Peter's shirt, button by button while Peter hands finds Wade's shoulders. The cold air brushes Peter's revealed skin. He shivers at the exposure, but also Wade's lips on his collar bone. His lips work their way up his neck, kissing that tiny spot behind Peter's earlobe.

Peter nervously, almost hesitantly touches Wade. He's never done this before. He doesn't know the etiquette, if there's any in this situation. Wade nips his neck and he flinches, suddenly grabbing Wade.

Wade grunts like an animal, licking the hickey before whispering into his ear, "I want you," The words make Peter dizzy, he closes his eyes as Wade's hands slither down his body. Wade groans, "I want all of you." Under his hand, Peter is surprisingly compliant as he grabs his face and pulls him into a kiss, a sloppy impatient kiss while Wade rubs over Peter's jeans. Peter whimpers inside Wade's mouth as his hips stirred, pressing his crotch against his hand.

"You're hips don't lie, huh Pete?" Wade snickered, his eyes scanning Peter's face as his hand slides underneath the elastic waist band. He watches him wince again, his blushing cheeks and his brow twitch. He's tense. He's holding back.

"Don't be nervous," Wade couldn't stop himself from grinning, "Yell all you want, let it all out. Kick your legs and grab me." He grasps the edge of his pants, pulling them down as Peter sat up and hid his face. He would punch Wade, but he didn't want to see his expression, he wouldn't be able to handle it. He really wouldn't have wanted to see the smirk on Wade's face as he took in Peter and all his glory. He said, spreading his legs apart, "I'm gonna make you feel so good that by the end of this, you're not going to give a shit about being self conscious. Lose it, Peter, all you want."

Wade hunches down, seizing the bottom of Peter's cock as his licked the top. Peter gasped, reeling backwards on the ground, arching his back and Wade practically swallowed him. He almost yells out like Wade predicted, but he swallowed it and whimpered, feeling Wade's hot wet mouth, sliding up and down on what's already hard and wet. I guess there is a good attribute that comes with having a big mouth.

He suddenly feels so open and tender, so incredibly vulnerable. Every touch, causes a small sweet sensation flowering inside him. He even moans, freely clutching Wade's hair in his hands. He squirms, fearing his head is going to go funny. It feels so good it aches.

Peaking up, Wade catches Peter bite his lip, controlling his moans, so Wade quickens his pace. Peter's arms sprawled as he shuddered, his entire body shudders and he's finding it hard to breathe. He's not going to walk away from this the same. He's opening a door to a place he never knew and it's going to change him.

"W-wade," He huffs, covering his face.

Wade pulls his mouth off and Peter makes a loud huff just out of relief, but it doesn't last long. Wade begins jerking him up and down as he reaches for Peter's arms with his free hand. "Hey, don't cover up," He insisted, "I want to see your face when I make you cum."

Peter laughs, breathlessly, peaking between his slender finger, "You and, ha your sweet talk."

With a snort, Wade licked Peter from his balls to the tip and Peter whined. He wasn't being fair at all. "Wade please don't…" He stopped, hearing his own voice hitch. He sounds so foreign to himself. He exhaled, "d-don't tease me."

Jesus, Wade thinks to himself, where the fuck did he come from? How the fuck did I get so lucky? Seeing him in this state just makes Wade want to tease him more, make him melt under his finger tips and cry. He wants to put his body through euphoria and then completely destroy him. So, he takes Peter for all his worth, reaching his arm up. He rubs up his chest, pinching his nipples when Peter feels the edge of the world. He's tipping over the edge, fearing the fall.

"I'm," He spouts as his body spasms and he loses that control. His whole body shudders and he reaches for Wade's jacket, clutching it in his fingers as he releases. He screams, calling out Wade's name and obscenities as his pleasure erupts in fire and passion. This is definitely not the same as jerking yourself off.

The sensation vibrates underneath his skin, his insides buzzing as he catches his breath, but he can't relax. He yelps as Wade suddenly pulls Peter's waist up his legs. His feet practically touch his forehead and Wade silently blesses the existence of flexibility, while Peter slowly begins to die of embarrassment.

Wade spreads Peter's cheeks, only now spitting his mouth full of cum down his ass. "Oh my god," Peter sighs, rubbing his face, "I really hate you."

"I can make you hate me even more," Wickedly, Wade grinned, accepting his own challenge. He flips Peter over, sliding one finger inside him and Peter nearly bites a hole through Wade's jacket. He liked the smell from the jacket, which is strange because it smells like Mexican food and copper, but that's his Wade. Having been apart for so long, he was beginning to crave this smell.

Another finger slides inside and the world was suddenly disappearing. The sounds they made, the heat he felt consumed Peter. He's never heard anything like them before. He couldn't remember his name or who he was. He forgot all about the Avengers and his powers and S.H.I.E.L.D. All he knew about, the only thing he cared about was Wade.

Peter squeezed around Wade's fingers that crooked and scissor, movements that made Peter release needy moans. Quickly, as if he's mastered the art, Wade loses his pants and slides his fingers out of Peter's tight, but slippery hole. Slowly, his leaking erection, rims his hole. He immediately caught the dread that flashes over Peter's eyes.

Reaching for him, Peter beckons Wade closer. He sits up, suddenly realizing his limbs feel like jelly. He grabs the back of Wade's head and kisses him. He rests his hands on his chest. "Relax," Wade whispers, the head of his cock just outside, waiting entry. Wincing, Peter clutches his body, bracing himself. Wade kisses him deeper, tenderly brushing his bangs out of his face. Peter's shoulder loosen and Wade told him, "It's me. I'd kill myself before I killed you. I love you, relax," He reminded Peter.

Peter nodded, his eyes shut tight, "I love you."

Slowly, Wade made one thrust inside of Peter, who cried out. He buried his head in the crook of Wade's neck, wrapping his arms around him. The pain was quick, one he prepared for. He couldn't steady his breathing. His heart beat was as panicked as his breath.

Wade holds him by his waist and lays him back down on the ground before thrusting again, groaning at such the immense heat inside of Peter. He curses, "fuck Peter, just fuck-" He continues thrusting inside of Peter with the most control he can manage, using most of his frustration on Peter's neck, biting him. Peter spasms as he becomes hard all over again and that's when Wade hits it. He hits the spot that almost makes Peter jump as he screams out the dirtiest slew of curse words. He drags his hands across Wade's back without the slightest bit of control.

Wade huffs and growls, thrusting his hips faster and the rocks on the roof scratch Peter's ass while his shirt wrinkles. They feel the climax growing together, just like a crescendo when their voices become louder and their breaths expel faster.

Even better than the first time, Peter reaches his all time high. The sweetest, more incredible pleasure, an indescribable feeling that can never be told but shared. It blooms inside him, a small flame that combusts. His back arches as Wade curses, dipping his head against Peter's as they feel each other quake. Wade releases himself inside of Peter as his shoots across his chest.

Wade rolls next to Peter, by his side. Obviously, it hasn't sunk in for him that they just had sex on the roof and it's good Peter still hasn't had time to panic over someone hearing or the building next to them could have been watching them. Skipping out on Harry hasn't made him crumble from guilt. He's rosy cheeked while starlight shined over his glistening pale skin.

"Hey Peter," Wade huffs, lifting his hand, "I just took your virginity."

"Oh my god." Peter covered his face. He is so done with Wade.

"What? Don't leave me hanging."

oOo

Still glowing over the city that never sleeps, the Stark logo shines bright, but inside the building it's completely dark. It's the dead of night again. Steve wishes they could come home from a mission just once before the sun was gone, before it's too late to catch up with Peter. He wishes they didn't have to play "catch up."

Worn out from their flight back from interstellar space, the two men shuffle inside their living room. They've already peeled off their suits and sent them for repairs. They couldn't get rid of them fast enough. In the darkness, Steve stops, not that there's anything alarming. There's actually nothing at all.

The room is empty and the disappointment stops him in his place. His whole body sinks low, weighing down from the terrible guilt that he could normally keep up just on his shoulders. It's another thing to have it weigh down his heart. He's never felt like a failure.

"Don't fall asleep on me now," Tony whispered, almost tip toeing straight into the Captain's back. He almost made a comment about his age, his go to gag, but when he looked past his shoulder and saw the empty couch, he knew. It feels like forever since they talked about waiting up for his dad and how Tony stopped. Mentally cursing himself, he closes his eyes and shakes his head. Tenderly, Tony rubbed Steve's back. He doesn't normally say the right thing, but he'd like to just this once.

"Peter is getting older," He said, "It doesn't mean anything."

"We shouldn't have left during a fight," Steve said.

"Steve-" He began, but stops mid word as the light flickers on. Just as surprised, they both see Peter at the door in an old math camp T-shirt and sweatpants. His hair was a mess and he even had his glasses on. There was a tub of vanilla ice cream in his hands and a spoon. He was planning to stay up.

He still waits for them.

Relief washed over his parents as Peter flashed a smile.

"You're home!"" He exclaimed, quickly putting everything down, wincing the moment he bended even a moment. He didn't quite think that one through, but he's so happy to see them it doesn't matter. He runs to Steve, hugging him tight before slipping into Tony's arms.

Steve was still processing, gaping at Tony, but he just shrugged and patted their son on the back. "Is everyone okay?' Peter asked, a little breathless, "How did the mission go? Have you eaten? Should I-" He took steps back, but Steve tries halting him with a little smile.

"Slow down," Steve chuckled as Tony slinks around them. "We can talk about all of that later. I'd rather clear the air first. I know we've been hard on you lately-"

Tony picks up the tub, raising it in the air, "Dinner? I presume?"

"Oh, well yeah Dad," Peter chuckled, acting coy, "It has everything a growing boy needs, protein, vitamin A and it's strawberry, so vitamin C."

"Also, Vitamin B and vitamin S," Tony chimed.

With a sigh, Steve fingered back his blonde hair and motioned down the hall. "Let's go eat." He walked with them to the kitchen, where Tony made laughed upon entry. He retreated to the liquor cabinet.

Clint, still in uniform stands on the counter, searching through the top cabinets. His head never flinched. He announced, "I've found nothing of value."

Suddenly Natasha shot up to her feet from behind the island in the middle of the kitchen. She crossed her arms, side eyeing him. "I say we order Chinese."

"I already have the menus," Banner sighed, shuffling tiredly into the room. He waved them over his head, the three Avenger home favorites. Peter pulled the middle pamphlet, hoping to call out the number to Jarvis, before anyone else had a say. Banner said, "hi" and gave him a quick side hug and a pat on the shoulder.

However, Steve swiped them all. "No, no, no," He pulled them higher when Peter reached for them again. "We're eating a real meal. I want to eat something real and wholesome, nothing made from science or brought to me in Styrofoam."

"Ah," Tony smirked, leaving behind a glass of scotch. He draped a heavy arm around his husband's shoulders and looked so proud. "I've finally spoiled you." He leaned on him, pulling a handsome crooked smile from his lips.

Peter eye rolled away from their mushy kiss and pulled the fridge from the wall, state of the art with wildly unnecessary features. It even has wifi to search for recipes based on the food inside the fridge. The back of his head tingles and he glances back at Natasha inches from him. Knowingly, she pulled back the top of shirt, spying the rosy hickey marking his skin.

Her eye brow raises, shooting him a serious look, "I'd like a debriefing about this."

Peter smiles sourly, "It's good to see you back."

She flashes a smirk and saunters to the pantry with Clint.

"It is entirely imperative to feast after the success of a fine quest," Thor strode in like a God, wide shoulders and all. His hammer was gone and he's dressed in much more casual clothing. The moment he comes home, he does what Steve and Tony do and checks on the one he loves. Aunt Jane seems to be doing fine. He's smiling.

"We can make chicken parmesan apparently," Peter announced, motioning to the display screen. A small picture of the dish whirled around the screen, showing it off from all sides.

"And steamed broccoli, sir," Jarvis added.

Peter frowned up at him. Sometimes he feels like Jarvis is against him. Still, the decision was settled and the tasks were delegated. Thor took the chicken that was wrapped in plastic wrap, asking where the rest of the meat was hiding. Banner told him not to worry and said he'll help him. They were all over the kitchen, talking all at once. Natasha made the noodles, swatting Clint's hands away from eating raw pasta while Tony made glances at Steve, who couldn't stop smiling. Peter glanced at the clock. It didn't feel like it was passed midnight.

Suddenly, his pocket buzzes and Peter sets down the clove of garlic. His finger tips are sticky like there's a second layer to his skin made of glue. To be safe of damage or smudging, he swipes open his phone with his knuckle. A text from Wade:

[Quick. What color is your underwear?]

Before Peter can write a clear response, something more intelligent and with the words like "fuck" and "off," but in a cute way, he froze. He can say that in a cute way… now that they're dating? Oh god. He forgot to ask if they're boyfriends. Wait. Is that something he should ask? Dread filled his stomach like cement and dropped the flesh bag into his toes. Crime fighting isn't as terrifying as asking Wade Wilson to be his boyfriend.

Another text buzzed: [Its 4 science] [I swear]

Uneasily, Peter chuckles and tries sending his text again, when Wade came back with another: [GOD YOU'RE SUCH A PERV!]

A smile stretches across his lips, uncontrollably. Even from far away Wade can ease his anxiety. All of his over thinking feels foolish all of a sudden and Peter finally exhales the breath he has been holding and sends a new reply: [Good night Wade :) ]

From across the room, Steve dodged his way from Natasha's punches. She mentioned he was looking a little flabby and he couldn't run away fast enough from her first punch. He laughs and his eyes just happened to land on Peter and his smile. Steve's laughter subsides at the staggering sight. He's never seen Peter smile like that before and it obviously wasn't because of the current company.

oOo

The sun peaks over the city, laying down a beautiful vibrant orange glow. The light spills into Peter's bedroom, through the blinds, creating long lines of dark shadows. Peter moans, stirring in his desk chair. He never actually made it into bed last night. By the time everyone went to bed, Peter could finally work.

Stretching his tired stiff limbs across his desk, he slides his arms through photos and books. He knocks over the spools of thread he never ended up using. At least he made extra. Everything he used, he had to make specially while everyone was gone. He had a lot of time on his hands while he was ignoring Wade.

Peaking out, he rubs one eye, trying to rid of his groggy haze. He glances at the handy work in his lap. He frowns seeing the leg still inside the needle of the sewing machine. At least the suit is done. His suit.

Standing up, he picks the latex suit of red and blue and holds it up to the light, unlatching it from the machine. He wonders if it was a good idea to make it so skin tight, sure it's functional like this, but he's no seamstress. He admires the metallic decals webbing their way to the center where an image of a spider sat. The red reminds him of Iron man, while the blue reminds him of Captain America, a little of both his heroes there to always be with him.

"This is it," He whispers.

He closes the blinds manually, having spent half of his night also taking Jarvis out of his room. Just what he doesn't need, another set of eyes. He peels away his former self, the only part of him that was just waiting to be recycled to become this new better version.

Weird. He's nervous. He didn't think he'd be so nervous, but his heart is racing. He glances into the mirror and no longer sees himself. The wimpy nerd who likes photographer, who disappeared in his family's shadow is gone.

Now, all he sees is Spiderman.

End of Chapter 5

Foot Note:

First off, I must apologize again, but for my really lame chapter title.

And THANK YOU for reading thus far. Another update WILL be soon. I've set aside the other stuff I write and I'm not reading. I'm just listening to Podcasts and writing this story. I even popped in the Avengers and listened to Joss Whedon's directory commentary.

So yeah.

See you soon. Love you 3