A Terror Like No Other

Victor's not doing much when Mystique kicks his door in, actually he's playing mario kart out of sheer boredom because when you've been to every club or fighting ring on Madripoor there's not much else to do and he can't find any jobs to take so why not. 

Victor doesn't even say anything, this isn't the first time Raven's done this after all. He drops his Xbox controller with a sigh and stands up to see what she wants. A fuck or two probably. 

But Raven doesn't speak, in fact she glares at him with something akin to fear in her eyes. 

Victor sees why now. 

she's pregnant, pretty far along. Victor sucks in a breath and he swears the whole island goes quiet. She lets him stare for a minute before walking past him to his fancy ass kitchen in his fancy ass penthouse. 

"It's yours." She said, Victor sees spots and whips his head around to face her again. 

"You can't be sure-" 

"I am. I'm sure. He's yours." She said, she doesn't smile at all. But Victor knows enough about Raven to know she never does like to be pregnant. To have kids. She's scared of fucking them up. 

Victor is too. 

But still. 

"He?" Victor mumbles. 

Raven nods, rooting through his fridge until she finds what she wants. 

"I'm about 7 months along. It took awhile to track you down, and I wasn't sure if I'd tell you at first." She said, the last part is quieter, but Victor hears it all the same. 

"You weren't gonna tell me!?" He said, Raven sighs. 

"You're…you. But I don't want the kid. I want to be very clear. I don't want him. I'm not gonna be his mother, I'm not gonna be some housewife. I don't want this baby. He's all yours. If you don't want him I'll find somebody who'll take him. Maybe dump him at Xavier's." 

Her words don't mean much to Victor. He's still reeling. 

A baby. 

His baby. 

Sure he's had kids before but he's never ever gotten to have them from the beginning. 

"I want him." He whispers. "I want him Raven." Raven nods and walks past him to sit down on the couch like she owns the damn place. Even though she's never been here before. 

"Good, I asked Destiny, she says I'll be a month early and you know to trust her. It would be worrying to be that early if it was anyone else's kid but yours are tough. You'll be there the whole time so I can scream at you, then you take the kid and I won't have to deal with either of you again." She said, she's already typing things down on his phone, she hadn't even needed to ask for the password. 

Victor would find it hurtful how fast she wants to be done with it, but he's too busy thinking through everything je has to do. 

A baby…

Fuck-

His fucking baby. 

Raven stands up but Victor shakes his head and pulls her back to sit on the couch with a sigh. 

"Stay here, let me keep an eye on ya-" 

"I don't need protecting Creed." Raven said, but all the same she relaxes just a little with a sigh. "If it'll ease your instincts I will. Besides, I wouldn't mind being pampered." She said, she does smile now and Victor snorts. 

"Course," he stands up again and starts in on lunch. "Pampered." He mumbles, Raven just laughs. 

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Pampering happens indeed, everytime Raven goes anywhere on the entire island Victor sticks to her side. If he's not outright carrying her. 

Raven takes it all with a smile and a joke. She always has loved being pampered. 

It takes a couple of weeks for her to start feeling contractions; they're only Braxton hicks of course, but all the same it hurts her. Victor holds her in his lap and purrs the whole time, rubbing her back as she leans against his chest with a sigh. 

"I hate being pregnant Creed." She mumbles, Victor smiles and presses a kiss to her head. She grimaces but allows it. 

"I know doll." He says, Raven opens her eyes and looks at him. Victor can't explain what happens but somehow they're kissing and he's on his back on the couch with her sitting on his hips. 

Victor puts a hand on the back of her head and Raven plants her hand on his shoulders- 

Victor turns his head away with a sigh. 

"Raven, what are we doing?" He mumbles. Raven bites at his neck, just like he likes, and Victor groans. 

"Fucking I was hoping." She said, Victor's expression gets her to back off some. "Don't give me a bad idea lecture Victor. Bad ideas are your thing. Especially with relationships. Need I mention Namora?" She said, 

Victor snorts a laugh and wiggles around until he's sort of sitting up against the arm of the couch with his hands in Raven's hips to keep her stable. 

"Sergei and Namora and I were a fucking mistake you don't need to remind me." He said. Raven laughs, then winces. Victor panics for a second, but it's not time yet. He can smell it on her. 

"It's getting close." She whispers, she looks away from him and slides off his lap. "I can't pretend to be excited, but if you want to be some happy father that's fine." She said, quiet but Victor can hear it easily. 

Victor throws an arm over his eyes. 

"What am I supposed to say to that doll? I already know this ain't gonna be some co-parenting bullshit. We don't do that." When Raven doesn't respond he moves his arm enough to peek at her. 

"Raven?" 

She's staring out the window, and when she hears his voice she sighs and turns over his shoulder to face him. Those yellow eyes bright with…tears? 

"I wish we could have that victor, I do." She sighs and wipes her tears away with the back of her hand. "But we both know that isn't possible." She said, with that she composes herself and stretches out on the couch with a groan of pain. Victor only sighs and pulls a blanket over her, but he stops before he leaves the room and presses a kiss to the back of her hand. 

Maybe in another lifetime. 

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Its the middle of the night when her water breaks for real. 

She groans and rolls onto her side in his bed, Victor sits up from where he's settled on the floor. 

He's tried so hard to sleep somewhere else but he cant stand it. 

He takes her hand in his and presses a kiss to her temple. 

"It's time doll." He whispers, Raven whines and turns her head towards him. "I've got you," he picks her up bridal style and shoulders the bag they had prepared a week ago as he hip bumps the door open. 

"You know where to go?" She said, a hiss of pain following her words. It's only getting worse with time. Victor nods with a small shh shh sound. 

"I know doll, don't worry bout anything. I've got ya." He said, all the same Raven's got that line between her eyebrows she gets when she's thinking. He starts to purr deep in his chest and she turns her face towards it. That line smoothing out some. 

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"VICTOR IM GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!"

Yeah. Hour 12 of labor will do that to a woman. 

Not that Victor cares, she can rip him to shreds later if she wants. He did do this to her. Knock her up that is. 

But nobody would say he isn't right next to her trying to help. Even if her idea of him helping is standing there for her to yell at the whole time. 

Whatever, catharsis or some bullshit. 

Still, Victor's trying. 

"If you ever touch me again I'm going to rip you in two and throw you in the FUCKING OCEAN!"

Victor just smiles and holds out his hand, she glares at him but she grabs it. Squeezing hard enough to crack the bones in his hand but he doesn't mind. They'll heal. 

"Almost there Raven." He said, his head is in the clouds though. What'll he look like, what'll he name him-because yes of course, victor just can't settle on a name even now- how it'll feel to take him home. 

He's never gonna put him down. 

Then, in the middle of his thoughts, Raven is there. She's done. Her part is over, and hes got a baby crying in hands. 

He's so…tiny. 

Victor could hold him in one huge paw if he wanted to. 

Victor's crying, he can smell the salt in the air, but more than that he's frozen. Completely. 

The kid blinks his eyes open and start to quiet a little. 

He's a mutant. 

He's Victor's no doubt. 

Tbe kids got hair, blonde curls plastered to his head. His eyes are orange, slit pupils staring up at Victor as he whimpers. Victor holds him closer to his face, mostly so he can smell him. 

He's never gonna forget his boy's scent. 

He smells just like him, the same undertones of dirt and snow, but more than that he smells new. Completely new. 

And his ears are pointed. Big pointy ears that don't match his tiny body at all. 

Victor sniffles and holds the boy closer, he's quiet now. Tucked up against Victor's chest with his little hands holding tight to his shirt. 

The rest of the day, or what's left of it after Raven spent about 14 hours in labor, passes in a blur. All Victor knows is that he never leaves his baby's side. Once, when someone tried to leave the room without Victor tailing them he growled so loud they actually screamed. 

Nobody tried to separate them after that. 

Now hes…here. 

Sprawled out in a bed in the fanciest, and most likely to keep their damn mouths shut, hospital in Madripoor. With his baby sleeping on his chest. 

Victor still doesn't have a name for him. 

It was a thing in his family to name kids after other people in the family. 

But Luther has too much baggage, Saul is the same. Victor completely disregards his father's name as an option the second he remembers it. Victor's named after his mother so that's a no go. Clara…maybe he can work with that? No. 

"We'll make up something new for ya then cub." Victor said, his eyes haven't left his baby once since he first met him. 

It takes a few hours of out loud brainstorming before Victor comes up with something that'll do. 

"How about Kyle?" The baby perks up a little, blinking his eyes open to stare at victor. "Yea. Let's do Kyle. It fits you." 

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Raven never comes to visit, Victor wasn't expecting her too. He knew from the start that she really meant it when she said she didn't want the baby. 

That's okay. It doesn't bother Victor at all, just means he doesn't have to share. 

Kyle doesn't sleep for more than a few minutes at a time. Worrying, but he's so new Victor isn't surprised. When he isnt sleeping his little eyes are flicking around, taking everything in that he can. Most of which is Victor, Kyle likes to stare at Victor. 

So Victor takes to talking to him. Neither of them are getting much sleep anyway. 

"I'm not very good at this shit cub," Victor ruffles Kyle's hair with the tip of his claw, ever careful not to hurt him. Never hurt him. "I probably shouldn't tell you that, you're not even a day old. It's the truth though. No point in lyin' and sayin' I'm a brilliant father. I'm not, and I'm scared shitless." Victor leans his head back with a gruff sigh. 

Fuck, he's so scared. 

"I've never gotten to do this before. All your siblings, I didn't know 'em till they were adults. Or nearly there. Fuckin hated me. Every single one. I dont wanna do that to you cub. Don't wanna fuck you up too." 

Kyle whimpers and his little hands grab at Victor's shirt. Not that he has much of a grip at all. 

Victor reaches out for one of those little hands, the kid can barely wrap his hand around one of Victor's fingers; but once he grabs on he won't let go. Victor smiles at him, he has to believe he won't fuck this up, hecause he can't fuck this up. 

His phone dings on the table beside the bed and Victor frowns. Just about nobody has this number, and only a few of them would text him this late at night. 

Victor doesn't bother unlocking his phone, just turns it on the glance at the message. 

Of course, it's Deadpool. Well, whatever Wade has gotten himself into can wait. Victor sets his phone doen again and goes back to holding his son against his chest with both hands. 

His son, fuck. 

Victor thinks he might cry for a second, but it passes. He has a half second to breathe before something else happens instead. 

He squeezes his eyes shut tight enough to see spots while his mind screams out memories he's tried to beat out of his head to many times. 

"Youre no son of mine!" 

Victor flinches, out of habit more than any fear of current danger. 

"Maybe he's a test Zeb! Like Job, think about it! What have we done to be punished this way?" 

He's always wondered what his mother really thought. 

He'll never know. Victor shakes his head but the memories don't go away. Some part of him knows its ptsd. Some kind of flashback or fight or flight response. But now is not the time. 

Victor whines and as he opens his eyes again the memories aren't as vivid. He still shakes, it's still hard to breathe, but he shakes his head with a sigh and looks down to Kyle. 

The baby's asleep for once, it won't last long but at least he didn't have to see that mess. Victors mess. 

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One of Victor's defining traits is his patience, how he'll take days or weeks or even months to stalk and prepare. To watch a target. Prowling for exactly as long as he needs to. 

Now however, he can't wait to get out of this damned hospital and take his baby home. 

He thinks maybe he'll just leave if they don't let him out today, but thankfully for everyone's wellbeing they do. Kyle's healthy and ready to go and once Victor gets to the door of his penthouse he just…stops. 

All of his impatience bleeds away and he's left with fear and fear alone. Once he steps through that door this is real. Very very real. Victor huffs out a sigh and moves Kyle over to hold him with one arm. 

"Alright cub, let's rock and roll." Ohhh ouch. He cringes, fuck he's turning into such a dad. He glances at Kyle, the little guy wiggling around and babbling in the way only little little babies do. Maybe being a huge fucking dad-dork isn't so bad. 

The first thing Victor does when he gets inside is wander over to the massive windows across the living room from the door. He holds Kyle so he can see out the window and the cubs eyes get real big. 

"Fuck of a view huh? This place would cost a pretty penny but I've got people who owe me favors." Victor smiles at his baby and continues the tour, it ends in a room that used to have a good chunk of Victor's guns in it. 

Now it's this stupid frilly nursery Victor will never admit he had fun building. 

The guns are under his bed now. 

However, Victor doesn't really plan on letting Kyle sleep in his nursery for a little while, two reasons for that. One, he's a nervous wreck and he's not leaving his baby alone for any length of time, and two, Kyle seems to have some feral traits from the beginning. He still needs to develop other things, but the more time he spends with Kyle the more he realizes that the boy finds comfort in his scent. It's such a feral thing to do, but what else would Victor expect. 

Kyle yawns big and whines, starting to cry for no reason other than how tired he is. 

Victor smiles and shoulders open his bedroom door, he rocks Kyle in his arms with a small coo until he calms down some. 

Victor spent a lot of time when he was young caring for his little sister, and his little brother for about a year before he was in the basement. He knows all the tips and tricks with babies, even if things today are a lot different than they were when he was a boy. 

He settles Kyle in the crib next to his bed with a smile, humming something slow to help him sleep. 

He left the room to catch a breather once Kyle was out, left the door open and an ear out of course. Though it might just turn into a total panic breakdown. 

"Hey sexy-" 

Victor has Wade by the throat and pinned to the floor bleeding before he can think. A growl rumbles deep in his throat, teeth bared and listening intently for Kyle. 

"I'm-" Wade chokes and kicks at victor, but Victor has always been stronger than him. 

"What the fuck are you doing here." Victor said, he let's the pressure on Wade's throat up just enough for him to rasp out his response. 

"I'm not gonna hurt him. I promise. I'm not gonna hurt him! I didn't even know. I was just gonna ask for help with something!" Wade stops kicking, to his credit he actually bothers to look scared. Or maybe he is scared. 

Victor knows he's telling the truth, he can smell it, so slowly he lets him go. 

Then turns on his heal to rush back to his bedroom door and check on Kyle. 

He scoffs out a laugh, the cub slept through it all. 

When he goes back to the main room, arms crossed and blocking the hallway, Wade is standing in the middle of the room looking guilty. It's a new look but not one that doesn't fit him. Especially not after freaking Victor out so much. 

To his surprise Wade pulls off his mask with a sigh. 

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have surprised you. But I promise Vickie. I would never hurt him. You've protected my baby, I'll protect yours." Wade won't meet his eyes and Victor sighs. 

"I don't trust you Wilson, but you're right. I'll keep an eye on Ellie, and you keep an eye on Kyle. But know I will fucking end you if you ever hurt him. And that doesn't mean murder. Naw, I'll make you fucking hurt like nobody's ever made you hurt before." 

Wade cracks a panicked smile. 

"And believe me, I know you can make good on that so I'm not gonna fuck up. Besides," Wade shrugs and shoves his mask into one of his stupid belt pouches, "I would absolutely never hurt a kid. Especially since you didn't tell anyone about Ellie." The last bit was quieter, and don't fool yourself, they both know the gravity of the situation. This is the kind of turning point both of them prefer to avoid. And yet, here they are. 

Victor sighs and lets his shoulders drop. Rolling his eyes up to the ceiling. 

"Course I didn't. She's cute as hell." Victor said. Wade coughs out a laugh and Victor joins in. 

"Yes she is!" Wade truly squeals, he whips his phone out and starts scrolling through photos. "She drew a picture of me last week!" 

Victor leans closer to see the screen and chuckles under his breath. 

"She called you a motherfucker." Victor said, he taps at the screen with a claw and Wade snorts. 

"I just taught her that word, I'm so proud." He said. 

There little…moment is broken by Kyle's wailing. 

Victor turns around and heads straight for him, it's not just common sense. It's something deep and feral. Every parts of him screaming to fix it, fix it, the cubs crying you have to fix it! 

Victor scoops Kyle out of his crib and before he's thinking much he's sniffing at the cub and rocking him in his arms. 

"Ohmygod you snuffle like a cat." Wade said. 

Victor growls, and Wade shuts up. 

Kyle just needs a change is all, nothing Victor can't handle. 

Wade stares in awe the whole time, Victor doesn't tell him to fuck off. As much as he wants to. 

"Soooo." 

"I had two little siblings." Victor said, he doesn't put Kyle down again. He can't, when the cub is holding onto his shirt and staring at him with those big eyes. 

So, he wanders out to sit by the windows. Right in the sun with Kyle on his chest babbling. 

"Oh hes a talker." Wade said, Victor smiles. As intolerable as Wade can be its sort of nice to have someone who knows how this feels. Especially after a month of Raven calling him an asshole and complaining. 

"Yeah he's real loud, and these goddamn ears-" Victor laughs. He reaches out to run the tip of his ringer along the edge of Kyle's ear. Gentle, gentle. 

"Are yours that pointy?" Wade said, he scoots a little closer across the floor and Victor growls. Wade doesn't come any closer. 

"Naw. But his are." Victor thuds his head back against the window and Kyle whimpers. It's not sad though, Victor's not sure how he knows that. He's learning all kinds of new things about his mutation. 

"Youre PURRING!" Wade yells, Kyle tucks himself closer to Victor's chest and Victor just about covers him completely with his arms and bares his teeth at Wade. 

Wade moves a foot or so away with his hands up. Sort of scooting on his ass. 

"Right, no yelling." Wade starts to whisper, "how old is he?" 

Victor smiles, but he doesn't uncover Kyle at all. He eases a little, having Kyle curled up and protected against his chest and hidden. Kyle seems content with it too. 

"About two days or so." Victor mumbles. 

Wade slaps his hands on either side of his face with a giggle. 

"Ohhh little." He whispers. Victor nods. 

"So, what did you want from me Wade?" Victor said. 

"Right," Wade pulls his phone out of one of his pouches, "there's a splinter cell of Hydra that's been causing problems in New York. Shield wants me to take care of it, but they're sneaky." Victor hears his phone ding off in his room. 

"You can handle this on your own, Wade. Why do you need me?" He said. Wade grins and crosses his legs. 

"I need backup, these fuckers are desperate. I need somebody at my back that I know won't drop or ditch." 

Victor grunts, he's purring again but Wade doesn't say anything about it. 

"So you called me first?" He said. 

Wade scoffs. 

"Oh course not. I called Logan and he told me to go fuck myself." He said. Victor smiles. Of course that's what the runt would do. 

"But I see you can't soooooo." Wade gets to his feet and wanders back towards the door. Walking backwards and waving his arms around while talking. 

"Hes cute as hell by the way. Kyle's the best, I wont tell anyone about him. Just be careful Victor." Wade turns around and starts to pull the door open, but he stops before stepping out and glances over his shoulder, "I'm serious Victor. You have to be careful. All it takes is one slip up for a determined enemy to spend all their time trying to hurt him." Wade's serious for once, and he just sort of nods and closes the door behind him. 

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Two hours all week. That's all the sleep Victor's gotten, not that he minds much. 

The cub just can't manage to sleep, even if hes not hungry and doesn't need changed. He just, won't. Victor starts and snorts and wakes up again to Kyle pulling at his hair. The cubs laying on his chest, completely content even if his papa is exhausted. 

"Hey," Victor mumbles, Kyle whines and hiccups and starts to sob again. Victor smiles and strokes a gentle hand down his back. "Youee alright cub. You're alright." He coos, and starts to purr. Kyle keeps crying of course, he's got himself all worked up now, but he gets a little less restless with Victor purring and stroking his back all gentle-like. 

Still, he won't stop crying. Then Victor gets it. He slides out of bed and gets to his feet. Heading for the kitchen. 

"You eat a fuck ton." He mumbles, some would say Kyle eats too much for a baby his age, or that he doesn't sleep right. But some part of Victor knows it's because of him. Kyle's not human, never will be, and he already acts like it. 

Victor settles in on the couch with a bottle for Kyle and Kyle stops crying real fast. Finally. That's all he wanted. Victor smiles down at him. 

"Damn you're small." He mumbles, and while Victor knows Kyle's too young to have many opinions or make too many faces he could swear he got a glare for that. He laughs as he pulls his hair over one shoulder to get it out of the way of Kyle. "Its the truth cub. You're little." He whispers, Kyle just sucks at his bottle. Victor sighs and does his best to fill the silence, it's good for babies to hear their parents anyway. He reaches, with minimal struggling, to grab a book off the end table by the couch. "How do you feel about Frankenstein, eh? S'not too bad." He mumbles. He glances at Kyle and the boy just blinks at him. "Alright."

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Wade hasn't stopped texting him since he found out about Kyle. Victors not stupid, he knows its not because they're buddies now, Wade just wants baby pictures. The fuckin' sap. 

Victor rarely responds, maybe a one or two word text. A meme or two. 

Until Kyle is about 5 months old. He just… won't stop crying. Something is hurting him, hurting him bad, Victor can smell it in his pheromones. But he doesn't know what to do! His siblings hadn't had this. Or if they did it was something his mother had taken care of. 

So, in the middle of the night in a panic he actually calls Deadpool first. 

"Oh. My. Fucking. God. Half a year of half assed responses and you actually call me now? I'm honored Vickie." Wade said, he genuinely giggles. 

Victor just sighs and closes his eyes, putting his phone on speaker and tossing it on the floor. Kyle's cries died down to whimpers a few minutes ago, but hes working himself up again. 

"I don't know what to do." Victor mumbles. Wade goes quiet, who knew that's all it took to shut him up? 

"What's wrong with him?" Wade said, full business now. 

"Just…won't stop crying. He's hurtin' but I don't know what's hurting him. All my instincts are goin' haywire I can't, fix it." Victor balls his free hand into a fist by his phone. 

"Ferals with babies are now on my anti bucket list. Things I wish I never experienced." Wade said, Victor growls, "anywho, he's about 5 months yeah? He might be teething. He'd be early but teeth are your thing." 

Victor grunts and opens his eyes again. 

"No they ain't. I've just got…a lot of bite force and Weapon X thought the gimic was funny." Victor groans and coos at Kyle until he can get a look in his mouth. "Oh fucker." Victor mumbles. 

"I'm gonna take that as a, yes my kitten baby is teething, and leave you to it." Wade said. Victor snorts and laps up the side of Kyle's face. Leaving his blonde curls sticking up, if nothing else it makes the cub stop crying for a second. Completely stunned by his father's disrespectful actions. Victor smiles and picks his phone up off the floor without looking. 

"How'd you know all this shit anyway?" He said, Wade huffs and takes a second to respond. 

"When Ellie happened I read every single book I could get my hands on in a panic." 

Victor snorts again and Wade hangs up with a mumble soon after. 

Victor stands up, Kyle wiggling around in his swaddle like he wants to walk too but Victor just smiles. The cub is wild, babbling like he's gonna talk any day, even if he's nowhere near old enough, and always trying to run off. He's starting to crawl, and that's a scary thought. 

"This is gonna sound dumb cub. But I've had my teeth knocked out, shot out, ripped out, and broken more times than I can count and everytime they grow back in it hurts like a bitch-" 

Kyle yells something suspiciously like a buh sound, and Victor is not dumb. 

"Don't you dare make your first word bitch." He mumbles. 

Under the calm bullshit he's putting up for the cub Victor's freaking out. Every day this becomes more and more real. Sure, 5 months almost to the day of Kyle's birth but it still felt like a blur. Like maybe Victor'll wake up and see Mystique standing in the door that day calling him an idiot or something.

Victor shakes his head, he redoes his ponytail with one hand. The other still holding Kyle to his chest. 

He moves Kyle to his elbow and digs through the fridge till he finds what he's looking for. 

"I'm fucking ready Kyle. Fucking ready for this shit." 

No, no he's panicking. 

Anyway. 

Kyle whimpers at him in disbelief that Victor chooses to ignore. 

Instead he strokes Kyle's cheek to get him to open his mouth and puts a teething ring right where he can grab it, Kyle reaches for it the second Victor unswaddles him enough to free his little hands and starts gnawing on the thing. 

"Its better when it's cold, numbs it some." Victor said, he brushes a kiss on the side of Kyle's head with a smile and a purr. 

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"Bah!" 

"Bah." 

Victor catches a chunk of plastic at the face as a reward, how dare he mock the baby-speak. He snorts and flicks it off his cheek. 

"Stop biting those to pieces, it's the opposite of what they're for dammit." But he just shrugs and lets Kyle rip his teething rings to shreds. 

He's to busy throwing things together, it's time to relocate. 

For no reason other than Tyger is getting a little too suspicious of Hightown, and random moves from safehouse to safehouse are the best. No reason means no pattern. 

Not that Victor has decided where he's going exactly. 

Naturally he takes this up with Kyle, who was now crawling properly. 

And trying to gnaw on anything he can reach, maybe Wade was right. Teeth might be his thing. The cub doesn't have fangs-yet- but he's certainly got some strong baby teeth coming in. Victor scoops him up with one hand and starts wrapping him up in his sling. 

"What do you think, new York? Paris?" Victor hums and nods at Kyle's babbling. "You make some good points. New York it is." He said. 

Victor throws on some sunglasses and one of his fur coats with a smile. A backpack on his back and kyle in his sling on his front. 

"Fuck." Thats all Victor has to say about that look. 

"Fuh!" 

"Do not make swearing your first words." 

Kyle makes more nonsense sounds while victor hits the street, he's got a private plan to catch. 

"Don't disrespect your father cub. Honestly, where did you get all this sass?" Victor said, he gets a stare on a street corner but the second the guy sees his smile- his fangs more likely- he goes pale and takes a few steps away. 

"You look ridiculous." Victor hears off to his left while he walks. He knows who it is within a second, one sniff and some guessing. 

"Always good to see you destiny, how's your wife?" He said. Destiny hums, 

"Your baby mama is fine. She's planning some things. Tyger won't be happy." Destiny said, Victor nods. When Destiny says something you listen. 

"Probably best I'm leaving then. Got any worldly advice sweetheart?" Victor said, he glances down to Destiny. Short woman. Kyle yells something and Victor snorts. Cub always wants to be involved in shit. 

"Get a new burner before you leave the island. You'll need to be contacted on the way to the states." She said, Victor hums with a nod. 

When Destiny speaks you listen. 

"Tell Raven I said hi." He said, Destiny is gone by the time he finishes the sentence but he knows she heard him. She always does. 

Kyle gets fussy when the plane takes off but Victor starts to purr and he calms enough to nap for a little while. 

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Victor doesn't sleep, what he does is more like intense zoning out. Kyle however, he does sleep. Spread out on Victor's chest, which seems to be his favorite place now that Victor's thinking about it. Eh, probably something feral. 

All the same, his not-sleep is interrupted by his phone ringing. The new burner he grabbed like Destiny said to. He snatches it off the seat next to him where he tossed it at the beginning of the flight before it can wake up Kyle. 

Victor answers the call with a growl. 

"I need your help. Right. Fucking. Now." Its Wade. For once he seems actually scared. Victor almost smiles. 

"What-" Victor barely gets the word out before he's cut off again. 

"Webs is hurt, Spider-man is hurt and I can't fix it. I don't know how to fix something this bad and when I tried to take him to a hospital he broke my arms! Usually I would muscle him there anyway but it isn't safe to drag him through the city kicking and screaming. Hydra is still after us-" 

Victor stops his word vomit with, 

"Alright, alright!" Kyle whimpers in his sleep and Victor strokes his back and quiets his voice. 

"I'm about ten minutes away from the city, meet me at the address I send you as soon as possible. Fuck." The last word is mumbled as he hangs up the phone. Victor jumps to action, as much as he can jump while tucking a still dozing Kyle into his elbow. 

By the time the plane lands he's jumping out and walking with purpose to his nearest safehouse. 

Wade must be watching because the door opens before Victor can knock. He freezes in the doorway with a hiss.

The smell of blood and sickness is so strong he almost gags. Kyle jerks awake and starts to cry. Victor does his best to calm him with one hand but this…Kyle doesn't need to be involved. 

He grabs Wade's arm, almost ripping the damn thing off, and passes Kyle to him. 

"Stay in this goddamn apartment, and keep him happy or you suffer." He said, he waits until Wade nods to turn to Spider-man to see properly what he's got going on. 

Fuck. 

Spider-man's mask is pulled halfway up his face and the kid looks like he's fighting for breath. Victor gives him a sniff down and it doesn't smell good. Doesn't look good either, his stomach is just about slit open. Barely holding his soft and squishies inside. 

Victor tuts like a disappointed mother and calmly turns to the first aid kit on the kitchen counter next to where Spider-man is laid out on the kitchen table. 

"You look like you got autopsied dumbass." He mumbles, Spider-man groans. Oh he's still awake then. Hmm. 

Then when Victor looks closer…he was autopsied. It makes him cringe, mind flashing back to things he doesn't want to remember. But Victor shakes it off. Now is not the time. He's got a life to save. Sadly. 

He hears Wade in the bedroom trying to keep Kyle distracted while Victor bites the cap off a bottle of rubbing alcohol. He doesn't give Spider-man a warning before pouring half the bottle over his sternum. The superhero screams of course, but Victor doesn't pay much attention. It's in a shitty neighborhood and nobody will care. 

With some more minor sniffing and shoving organs back inside the web head's body, he sets to stitching. He works efficiently and fast, in a way only someone who has taken bodies apart and put them back together and has done the same to himself can. 

For a second Spider-man sounds like he stops breathing, Victor jerks away after tying the last stitch and pulls his mask all the way off. He leans closer to sniff and he catches the drift just in time. He grabs him and sits him up, points him at the floor in time for him to gag and choke and vomit with a whine. 

Victor lays him back down and crouches down to look at the pile of sick. 

"Well you're not bleeding internally that much. That's good!" He said with a smile. He gets a half-assed weeeeeee from Spider-man as he stands up. 

"Not gonna lie to you Webs, your bargain healing factor is the only thing keeping you alive right now. So what I'm gonna do is sit you up, make you drink some water, and make you eat a snack, then you're gonna sleep for two days." Victor then does exactly what he said. He sits him up and brings a bottle of water to his face until he grabs it. Completely delirious. 

"If you make it through tonight then you'll be fine. Ish." He said. Spider-man nods and tries to focus on his face with fuzzy eyes. 

"S'ber toof?" He mumbles. Victor just laughs, that deep booming laugh he has that rumbles up under his ribs. He just shakes his head and digs through the cabinets until he finds enough snacks and meal bars to give Spider-man's body what it needs to keep him alive right now. 

Then he whistles, long and loud, and Wade comes wandering un. Refusing to look like if he does then Webs will die. Victor just smiles. 

"Gimme my baby." He said, Wade holds out Kyle and the little cub grabs onto his dad's hands with a happy face and bright eyes. "Hey cub, aw is that blood on your teeth? Did you bite Deadpool? That's a good boy." He said, he nuzzles against his baby's head and Kyle giggles. 

Then he puts on his war face and gets down to business, all while Kyle is gnawing at his hair. 

"He ain't gonna be okay. What you gotta do is keep an eye on him. Make sure he eats, and I'm gonna get something ready that'll save his life for sure. Got it? Because all I can do right now is stitch him back together and stave off the inevitable visit from your ex-girlfriend." Wade nods. "Just…gimme a minute. What blood type is he?" He said. Wade seems to snap to attention at that. 

"We're the same. Me and him. Use mine." He said. Victor nods and gets to work. One handed, the other on Kyle. 

20 minutes later he's finishes throwing together the most half assed and unsafe blood transfusion he can. But it's that or let Spider-man die and contrary to belief Victor doesn't hate him much anymore. Respects him quite a bit actually. 

Kyle's asleep on the couch, with Victor keeping eyes and ears on him. 

Wade doesn't speak for once, he only cuts half his sleeve off to get at the inside of his elbow easier and sits down next to the kitchen table. Spider-man is leaning heavy on Wade's shoulder. His hand twitching against his head like he wants to grab onto the fabric of his mask but he can't. 

Victor shakes his head and grabs Spider-man's other hand. He cuts the sleeve the same way Wade did with his claws and sets to work with, again, a very unsafe setup. 

Wade keeps his eyes pinned on Webs the whole time. Waiting, waiting for the moment his healing factor starts to help his boy toy. 

Victor is there to catch Webs when it does kick in. The more of Wade's blood that flows into him the more pain It seems to cause. Wade looks at Victor for a half second, but Victor shakes his head. They can't stop yet. Wade balls his hand into a fist, then instead grabs Web's other hand with a gentle squeeze. It's almost cute. Almost. 

Spider-man passes out after a few minutes of whining and groaning in pain. His body trying and failing to fight off this new substance rushing inside of him. It'll keep fighting, even as Wade's blood and healing factor starts to help put him together. 

Victor sighs and washes his hands in the sink before leaving them to it. 

He sits on the other end of the couch from Kyle with a groan and a smile at his boy.