#sad boy wade wilson hours are 24/7

[sciderman]

Sci we all know Ryan Reynolds sounds like a four and a half year old child trying (and failing) to sound like a grown adult human man but. I feel like it's about as annoying as Wade Wilson, beloved, would always purposefully be, which is why it's a good fit. Thoughts?

it’s not wade’s voice thats annoying it’s his content

[tonystark-is-daddy-af-blog]

The Less I Know the Better

Superfamily Fic (Steve/Tony, Peter/Wade) NC-17/smut

After the death of Aunt May, 15- year old Peter Parker is left in the custody of Tony Stark. One night, while exploring the Avenger’s facility, he discovers a secret affair between Tony Stark and Steve Rogers. If keeping the affair a secret wasn’t stressful enough, Peter begins to struggle with his own sexuality when he realizes his attraction for his new tutor...Wade Wilson....

Part (I/?): The Less I know the Better

"Hey, Peter!" Happy greeted Peter Parker more enthusiastically than usual as the teenage boy entered the car.  

"How've you been, Happy?" Peter replied as he pushed his bags aside to squeeze into the crowded backseat. He pulled his phone out of his jacket, placed an earbud in his ear and rested his head back against the cushion of the car seat. The rain outside had left him drenched and he could feel the water dripping down from his hair onto his face and neck.

"I've been good, nasty weather today though," Happy looked through the rear view mirror back at Peter, his eyes becoming more serious. "I'm sorry to hear about your aunt."

Peter's throat tightened. "It's okay." He fought back tears before looking out the window into the rainy streets of Queens. "Doctors did all that they could for her."

Happy gave a sad nod as his only reply before starting the car.

The rain continued on as they sped down the streets in silence. Happy turned on the radio, some 80's hair metal was playing, and Peter took that as his queue that the conversation was over.  He placed the other earbud in and opened up spotify on his phone. As the music played, he leaned back and closed his eyes.

Peter's life had changed so much in the past two years. It was just too much for a 15 year old boy to handle, he was surprised he wasn't locked up in an asylum somewhere, wrapped up in a snug straight jacket. His life had completely spiraled out of control. It all started with being bit by a radioactive spider on a class field trip to the bio-engineering laboratory at New York State. Somehow, that nasty little creature escaped its aquarium and made its way up Peter's pant leg. Peter shuttered as he remembered the situation. The bite wasn't even the worst part of this situation... waking up to the type of puberty you don't exactly learn about in high school health class....that was pretty horrifying. But in the end it worked out, Peter was now an inch taller, 20 pounds of muscle heavier, a little hairier....and he could climbs walls and stuff... no big deal.  

Second thing that changed his life: meeting Tony Stark. Before meeting Mr. Stark, Peter had taken it upon himself to fight small crime in Queens with his new powers. Of course, he wore a costume to protect his identity (typical superhero stuff). If his Aunt were to have found out about his nightly outings, his crime fighting days would have been over. I guess that's something I don't have to worry about anymore, Peter thought to himself. Anyway, his costume pretty much sucked. He used his Aunt's sewing machine to stitch together some red fabrics  and stuck some goggles on his face. His web-shooters and the webs themselves took months to perfect, but it allowed him to swing across the city and get to the crime scene as fast as possible. As of last year, Mr. Stark had given him a brand new suit, with the latest state-of-the-art tech, threw him into a world with bigger and badder villains, introduced him to a league of superhuman heroes and the rest is history...

The third event that changed Peter's life: the death of Aunt May. His sweet Aunt May. His best friend and the closest person he had to a parent. She had raised him since he was 5 years old, when his parents had passed away in a terrible car accident. She always wiped away his tears, always gave him girl advice and the pep talks he needed when he struggled with the bullies at school. She always brought life into their household, singing in the kitchen to old Italian songs as she made dinner. Sometimes (often-times) she burned dinner, but Peter would not have changed anything for the world. He could eat that burnt chicken for the rest of his life if it meant he could have Aunt May back. She always made sure Peter had the best in life. After her funeral, it was reveled to him that she had a college fund saved for him with a couple thousand dollars. Even when they had nothing, she was self sacrificing and placed some money in savings for him. She worked days as a receptionist in a clinic and nights as a waitress at a diner. She did it all for him.

Aneurysm. That's what killed her. Well that's what the doctors say killed her. Peter came home late that night, he had been hunting down a convenient store robber. He found her on the bathroom floor, toothpaste still on her chin and toothbrush in hand. She had taken her glasses off for the night and was in a Hello Kitty nightgown. He held her lifeless body, guilt for coming home late washing over him. Fear that this might have been an act of revenge against him. All he could do was blame himself and cry until EMS showed up at the door.

Peter cried until there was no tears left to cry. He screamed until his voice was hoarse. He sat alone in that empty apartment, waiting and hoping that this was a bad dream and that Aunt May would walk through those doors again. But she never did.

After two weeks, social services came to Peter's house, explaining to him that foster care might be his only option since he was only 15. Peter couldn't imagine anything worse...he spiraled into a deeper depression.  

Tony caught wind of the situation when Peter began ignoring his calls and when Peter began skipping school. Tony followed the tracking device in Peter's suit to New York's Home for Boys, where he found Peter waiting to be transferred into foster care.

This is the reason why Peter Park was currently sitting in a car driving towards the Avenger's facility up north, away from the city. Tony had paid off the social services so that he could adopt Peter. Of course, Tony didn't meet any of the qualifications to be a competent parent...he was a bachelor, a drunk, his home was blown up more than 3 times... but money runs the world, and Tony gets what he wants.

All Peter wanted was to have his life back.

---

"Here we are," Peter had fallen asleep on the two hour drive. "I'll help you with your bags." Happy began unloading all of Peter's luggage as Peter tried to process where they were. The rain had stopped, and the sun was setting over a few green hills that surrounded the place. It felt weird being away from the city. It was too quiet, too much fresh air, too much open skies.

They both walked into the building, bags in hand. Nothing seemed too unfamiliar, Peter had been there only a couple months prior anyway. Happy led Peter to the elevator, pressing the button for the top floor. He began explaining the codes for entering the different rooms in the building such as the rec room, the pool room, the kitchen, the movie room, etc. Peter tried to keep up but it was just too many numbers, he doubted he would be leaving his room much anyway.

The elevator opened to a large luxurious room. "This is the common area," Happy explained, urging Peter to walk forward. There was a large white sofa that circled around the middle of the room, big enough to fit at least 15 people. A projector was projecting a basketball game on a big white wall across the sofa. There was a bar on one side of the room, with shelf after shelf of expensive liquor. The columns in the room emitted a dull blue light, that then shifted to a dull red, and then a dull green. There were arcade games along the other side of the room, along with a couple of fuss ball tables. There was a large window facing out to the open sky, it was night time now and it was littered with stars (something you don't see in the city). "Wow, this is amazing!" Peter commented as he entered the room.

"Yup, you have access to this 24/7," Tony Stark came up behind them, breaking Peter out of his trance. "But don't get any ideas about the bar, that's for grown ups only." Tony gave Peter a pat on the shoulder and walked down to the sofa.

"Oh, hey Mr. Stark," Peter placed his bag on the floor and walked over to the sofa too. "Thank you for taking me in, it's been rough with all the stuff with Aunt--"

Tony put a hand up, "Don't thank me, kid," Tony grabbed a scotch glass that was waiting for him on the glass coffee table. He took a large gulp. "Take a seat." Peter nodded and sat down next to Tony.

"You need me for anything else, Tony?" Happy asked from across the room.

"No, I think we got it from here Happy," Tony took another sip. "Thanks for everything, see you tomorrow!"

"Bye Happy!" Peter waved goodbye as Happy got back in the elevator.

"Ok, now listen," Tony put the glass down and sat back on the sofa. "Just because you're living here, doesn't mean I want you being an Avenger just yet, got it?"

Peter could smell the alcohol on Tony's breath. "Yes, Mr. Stark," Peter nervously fumbled with his thumbs. "May I ask why you changed your mind, I mean, like a couple of months ago, you wanted me to be an Avenger?"

"I just feel like you need time to heal from everything," Tony finished off his glass, making sure the last drop dripped into his mouth. "I want you to focus on your school work, you've been slacking."

Peter groaned and sat back against the sofa too. "Where am I even going to school? Are there schools out here in the middle of nowhere?"

"You're right, I didn't want the Avengers facility to be near any schools in case, you know..." Tony made his way off the couch and started walking towards the bar. "What I mean is, we don't want schools getting destroyed by bad guys just cause they're after us." Peter turned to look towards the bar as Tony poured a drink. "I'm thinking... home-school for you?"

"No!" Peter couldn't think of anything worse than being stuck there with people way older than him and who barely even know him. "I really want to keep going to my school in Queens."

"It's a two hour drive there, every morning," Tony sighed. "Can you drive yet?"

"I have my permit," Peter blushed. "I'm only 15, sir. I turn 16 in two months though."

Tony rubbed his forehead in frustration. "Well there's only what, like 5 weeks of school left for you, right?"

"Yeah..." Peter raised an eyebrow.

"How about, I pay for home-schooling for these next few weeks and starting in the fall, we'll figure out this school situation, maybe get you a license," Tony took a sip of his drink. "...maybe a new car?"

As much as he wanted his old life back, a new car sounded awesome and it was only a couple of weeks of sacrifice. "Okay, I can do that," Peter smirked in agreement. He scratched the back of his neck before speaking again. "Can I fly my friends out here sometimes...maybe....?"

Tony rolled his eyes, "Sure, but make sure you ask me first...always." Tony downed the drink.

"No problem, Mr. Stark," Peter turned back towards the baseball game on the wall.

Tony walked up behind Peter and placed a hand on the teenager's shoulder. "I'm sorry about your Aunt May, I truly am." Peter didn't turn around. "I lost my parents when I was really young too, I know the pain."

"It's okay," Peter felt the tears starting to form in the corner of his eyes. "Thanks for letting me stay here, Mr. Stark."

"No problem, kid, you're always welcomed here." It was the most touchy-feely Tony had ever been with Peter, and he figured it was probably because the billionaire was a bit drunk. Overall, Peter accepted that it came from a genuine place. "Did Happy show you where your room is?"

---

The room was huge compared to his room back in Queens. The bed was king-sized, with white sheets and tons of pillows. He had a clear desk with a clear computer chair and a stark-computer. There was a white dresser and a walk in closet. Tony pulled out a remote control. "This button is for the projector if you want to watch TV, we have 800 channels, and this button is for the AC/heater system, this one is for lights, this one is for automatic bed-making, and this one is for Jarvis, or you can just say his name."

"I can use Jarvis?"

"Yes, Mr. Parker?" Jarvis' voice came on in the room.

"No, Jarvis, we don't need you right now." Tony answered back.

"As you say, Sir."

"So cool!" Peter exclaimed.

"Yeah kid, it's all yours, don't abuse your power though." Tony gave him a stern look, "...and this button at the bottom is for emergencies only, it calls in all the avengers, so don't push it by accident."

"Got it."

"Ok then, rooms all yours. You know where the kitchen is in case you get hungry. Let me-- no actually -- let Jarvis know if you need anything," Tony gave a lazy smile, "I'm going to bed, see you in the morning."

"See ya." Peter threw himself against the big, comfy bed as Tony left. Maybe staying here wasn't all too bad. He kicked off his shoes, shimmied out of his pants, damp shirt and hoodie and crawled under the blankets. The bed felt like heaven. "Jarvis?"

"Yes, Mr. Parker."

"Play some modest mouse."

--

Peter woke up. He looked around the dark room, remembering where he was. It was still dark outside, he could see through the window in his room. He glanced at his phone. 1:41 am. He had been asleep for about 3 hours. The music was still playing in his room.

"Jarvis?"

"Yes, Mr. Parker."

"Music off, please."

Peter felt his stomach growl. In the midst of moving in, he had forgotten to eat. He got out of bed, stumbling in the dark. "Jarvis, lights please." The lights came on and Peter found his duffel bag, digging through it to find a pair of star wars pajama bottoms and an old tank top. He quietly opened his bedroom door and slipped out into the hallway. Most of the building had large windows that allowed some moonlight in, but other than that, it was quiet and dark throughout. He wondered how many other avengers were currently there sleeping.

He tiptoed into the kitchen, luckily remembering the 4 digit code, and made his way to the giant fridge. He shivered at the cold. He searched around the shelves. There was left over take-out, pizza, and various tupperware with sticky notes on it. One note read: "Touch this and die. — Natasha", another read "Property of Tony Stark", and finally one that read "Steve, 25/05/17, 16:00". Wow, Natasha Romanoff and Steve Rogers are here, Peter thought to himself.

He closed the fridge door and decided to search the pantry instead. He found a box of cereal. He poured the fruit loops into a bowl, along with some milk from the fridge. He sat on the kitchen counter as he ate, looking around the huge, dark kitchen. If only Aunt May could see this...

After he was done, he placed the bowl in the sink. As he turned the water on to wash the bowl, a small robotic arm with a sponge on the end, came out from the bottom of the sink and began scrubbing away at the bowl while another arm held the plate under the stream of water. "Wow, automatic dish washing — nice!" Peter whispered to himself with a huge smile on his face. Tony stark thinks of everything.

--

Peter roamed the rest of the building, seeing if he remembered all the codes, and exploring the huge rooms. He was too wired to sleep and finally decided to go to the common room.

He took the elevator back to the top floor and as the elevator doors opened, he realized that someone had left the lights on. They were set to a low orange glow and soft jazz music was playing.

"Oh shit!" Peter heard Tony's voice from the sofa. Peter turned to look, only to be shocked by what he saw. Tony was sliding out from under a tall, muscular blond man, both of them completely naked, other than a small blanket covering them. Tony tried his best to cover up but there was so much exposed skin that Peter never ever wanted to see in his whole life.

"Oh my god!" Peter turned around, face burning. "I'm so so sorry Mr. Stark," was the only thing that kept coming out of Peter's mouth.

"Uh, can you step outside for a second?" Tony asked, "I'll explain everything in a minute," Peter quickly dove into the elevator, not bothering to turn around. He closed the doors and pressed the button for his floor. What was going on? Was Mr. Stark gay? Who was that man? Wasn't he engaged to Pepper? Am I going to get kicked out? A million thoughts rushed through his head.

The image was burned in his brain. All that muscle, tangled limbs, and glowing light from Tony's arc- reactor. He remembered every terrible detail.

Peter ran to his room and jumped into bed, heart racing.

"Is everything alright Sir, your levels are quite elevated?"

"Shut up, Jarvis!" Peter threw a pillow over his head.

--

Peter woke up as the sunlight came in through the window and hit his face. He rubbed his eyes and looked around the room. Tony had never come looking for him last night and honestly Peter was glad. It would have been the most awkward conversation of his life. Maybe he imagined it all, he wondered as he sat up in bed. Maybe it was just a strange nightmare.

He grabbed the bag with his toiletries, making a mental note to unpack his bags later, and snuck out his room and down the hall to the bathroom. Of course, it was huge, like everything else in the house. The shower head had like 100+ options and Peter just picked the most basic type of stream — not in the mood to get fancy.

After he was showered and dressed, he went down into the kitchen, hoping to God that everyone was still asleep. He put the code in and opened the door, only to be greeted with a room full of hello's. Great.

"Hey, remember me!" Rhodey, wrapped an arm around Peter while taking a bite of his toast. "So good to see you, man!"

"Yeah, good to see you again!" Peter gave a sheepish smile.

"Welcome Peter!" Vision was cooking something on the stove-top. He was wearing normal black slacks and a sweater vest, no super hero cape or anything like that in sight. Wanda was at his side, hair tied back and wearing a dark lipstick.

"Nice to see you again Peter," She greeted him in a thick accent. "Last time we met, we were trying to kill each other." She was referring to the battle between the heroes a year back. She smiled before bringing a spoon up to taste the food Vision was cooking.  

"Nice to see you all again," Peter smiled awkwardly. His stomach growled. "What's for breakfast?"

"Omelettes and toast," Rhodey answered as he took his arm off Peter. "You're welcomed to join us." Peter took a seat on the bar stool next to the kitchen counter.

"Are there more Avengers coming down for breakfast?" Peter asked as Wanda placed an omelette in front of him. He grabbed a fork and eagerly started eating.

"No, Natasha usually sleeps in," Vision explained.

"She says she needs her beauty rest," Rhodey joked as he dug into his own omelette.

"Everyone else is out of state as of now, except for Tony and Steve," Wanda chimed in.

Peter dropped his fork, mid-chew, at his instance realization. STEVE.

"Is everything ok, Peter?" Wanda asked.

The man that was with Tony last night had blond hair.... the only blond-haired person in this building...no it couldn't be....there's no way...they HATE each other--

"Good morning everyone, smells great!" A loud voice boomed in from behind Peter.

"Mornin' Cap!" Rhodey called out.

Peter's eyes were wide as he slowly turned around to face him. Steve Rogers was standing right next to him. He was over 6 feet tall, towering over Peter, muscles threatening to rip through his tiny white shirt. Peter gulped. They had not seen each other since the battle a year back....

"Nice to see you again, Pete," Steve placed a firm hand on Peter's shoulder. "I think we need to talk."

--

A/N:

Part II coming soon.