Disconnection

Peter woke up with a splitting headache, his head pounding like a drum. He looked around the brightly lit room, confused to find that it wasn't his own. He vaguely recognized it as one of the medical wards I think the stark tower, he had been here a few times as a kid, before he had was Spider-man.

All of his memories from last night came rushing back to him, the realization of what happened hitting him like a train. But he felt oddly calm, as if this was just another morning. Except for a exceptionally sore throat, he felt perfectly fine.

He tried to recall how he got here, but the last thing he remembered was collapsing into Deadpool.

Just as he was trying to figure out what happened between now and then, he heard a noise outside of the window. A moment later, a figure in red carefully picked the lock and opened the window and slipped through.

Deadpool.

He motioned to Peter to keep quiet, but Peter was too stunned to say anything.

"What are you doing here?" He whispered, staring in shock.

"I came to check that you were okay" Deadpool replied. "Before you so conveniently passed out, You told me this was your home, but I wasn't sure if you actually lived here, on account of this being the freaking Stark Tower!" His voice rose on the last few words, but not enough to alert anyone outside the room. " I used that security pass in your back pocket to get through to the floors with housing, but as soon as I stepped out of the elevator, Black Widow damn near shot me right there! If I wasn't carrying you bridal style she probably would have blasted me to Swiss cheese! It wouldn't have killed me, but it still would have hurt!" He paused for a moment, almost looking wounded.

"Anyway, I figured that she wasn't going to accept any explanations, so a hauled your most gorgeous ass down to the medical ward as fast as I could, found a nurse and told her that you had randomly passed out and that I was pretty sure you'd taken something. I dropped you into her arms and then ran the hell out of there before more avengers showed up."

Peter looked up at him, dumbfounded. He couldn't believe this.

"Oh! Nearly forgot!" The mercenary exclaimed, looking through his pouches. " I bought you a taco, I figured you could do with the protein." He handed it to Peter and looked at him disapprovingly. "Seriously kid, how much do you weigh? You look like you haven't eaten in weeks. I couldn't see it before but you're practically skin and bones. No wonder the nurse could carry you!"

Peter started eating the taco, not really tasting it. He could see the rumors about Deadpool being overbearingly talkative were true, though he found it oddly comforting. Deadpool wasn't treating him like he was fragile, which was more than he expected. He ate his taco while listening to Deadpool ramble on about whatever popped into his head, occasionally nodding, not wanting to interrupt the flow.

Just as he popped the last of his taco into his mouth, the door opened, Deadpool too carried away in his story to notice until they walked in.

It was Tony Stark and Steve Rodgers.

His parents.

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The silence lasted a total of one second before all hell broke loose. One second was all the time that Tony could hold it in for.

"What the hell were you thinking! I get woken up at fucking 1 am in the morning by Natasha, telling me that Deadpool has just shown up carrying my freaking son, and has now ran off with him through the building! Do you know what it's like to hear that? Then we find out that you were given to a random nurse in the medical ward while unconscious!"

Peter looked guiltily at his hands and then at Deadpool, who had actually stopped talking and was staring at them in shock.

"And do you know the worst part? When we go to see you to find out what the flying fuck is going on, we find you unconscious, and having your stomach pumped, so they can remove a total of 36 sleeping pills before they put you to sleep permanently!" By this point Tony's face was completely red, a blood vessel on his forehead looking dangerously large.

Steve put a calming hand on his husband's shoulder, but he shrugged it off.

Steve took this a a sign and decided to take over.

"Peter, you need to tell us what's going on right now, none of this 'I'm fine' business." Steve looked at him so earnestly that he couldn't help it.

He burst into tears, startling everyone in the room.

The doctor chose this time to open the door. He stood there shocked at the scene before him.

"Uhhh .... Sorry to interrupt but can I please have a word with the parents?" He asked.

 Steve and Tony begrudgingly left the room, both eyeing Deadpool suspiciously. "We will be right back, and when we are we want a full explanation, including on how he is involved." Tony said, looking straight at Deadpool.

Deadpool stood there frozen. Suddenly he turned toward Peter looking amazed.

" OH. MY GOD. You never told met your parents are iron man and Captain America! That is so awesome!" He looked so star struck that Peter had suppress a giggle.

"Well, I guess it just never came up." He replied, trying to process what just happened. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply catching the scent of something in particular.

"Do you by any chance have another taco in your other pocket?"

Deadpool looked surprised. "How could you tell Petey Pie? I was saving one for later but you need it more than I do." Peter scoffed down the second taco, practically inhaling it.

"Man these are good!" He exclaimed. Deadpool beamed at the praise.

"That's because I made them!" He exclaimed. Peter grinned  at the thought of Deadpool standing in kitchen cooking, his large muscled shoulders mixing ingredients together.

Deadpool watched Peter finish his taco and then stood up from where he had sat on the edge of the bed.

"Well Petey Pie, I gotta run, got things to do, places to be. I'll see myself out the way I came in."

Peter felt disappointed that he was leaving, but didn't want to keep Deadpool against his will. But he couldn't just leave it at that.

"Hey wait a sec, can we like, ummmm, maybe meet up again some time, maybe I can take you out for coffee or something to thank you?" Peter asked as mercenary was halfway out the window.

Deadpool hesitated for a second and then smiled at him sadly. "Awww, that's real sweet and all but you don't want this kind of fucked up in your life, kid. Seriously. Just make sure I don't see you on any rooftops again and we're even."

Before Peter could say anything else, he was gone