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Wade sat next to Peter on the railing of their balcony, legs dangling freely above the hundred foot drop. The sun was just beginning to crest the horizon, throwing reds and purples across the sky in a beautiful jumble.
“Petey...”
“Hmm?”
Wade was silent for a moment, still basking in the early morning peacefulness.
“If you had to list them, what do you think your top five fears would be?”
Peter turned his head slightly to look at Wade with inquisitive eyes, and sighed.
“Well, number one, obviously, losing you.” He leaned his head into Wade’s shoulder. “Number two would have to be... Dad or Pops dying. Three is easy; anyone from school finding out that I’m spider-man”
Wade glanced at him, surprised. “Really? That’s one of your top fears?”
“I mean, I already have enough people that hate me now, but at least I’m mostly invisible, y’know?” Peter paused. “Like, I can just walk through the halls, go to my locker, and be a normal teenager when I’m at school. It sucks, sure, but it’s the only really normal thing that I have. If people knew I was a frickin superhero, nevermind the whole “Tony Stark Steve Rogers child” thing, I wouldn’t get that. I’d be constantly bombarded with people and attention and it’s just too much, like I’m getting stressed just thinking about it.”
Wade put his arm around the teen comfortingly. “Hey, it’s okay. That’s not gonna happen. Superhero identities are pretty hard to crack.”
“Yeah, you’re right I guess. I still worry sometimes about my dads though. It wouldn’t be as bad as an unmasking or whatever, but, well, you know how my Dad gets sometimes. I can’t really trust him not to blurt it out at some event or interview just to see the stir it causes. And, you know, then I’ll get people constantly kissing my ass and trying to be my “friend” and stuff. It just... it’s frustrating. And kinda scary.”
“Well first off, the only person that should be kissing your ass is me.”
Peter smiled. “And second, even if worst comes to worst and someone finds out your dads are the worlds richest ex-playboy and the most patriotic ex-popsicle, we’ll figure out how to deal with it. It’s not the end of the world.”
Wade smiled gently down at Peter, and Peter smiled back at him.
“Thank you.”
“Of course. Anything to help the man I love.”
“Aww. I love you too Wade.”
Wade’s eyes snapped open suddenly. He was back standing in a shadowed corner, unnoticed by both the group of high schoolers and Tony.
Why was he here again? Oh right. The events leading up to that moment flashed across his mind, along with a sinking feel of dread.
Shit. Peter’s third worst fear was coming true. And Wade had done nothing to stop it. I’m the worst boyfriend in the world.
Tony tapped on Peter’s shoulder, and the teen took out one of his earbuds but didn’t look up.
“Yeah dad?”
There were gasps from the group, who seemed to recognize their nerdy classmate’s voice, and Peter, drawn out of his trance, yelped and whirled around to stare at the group.
The first to talk was an ugly kid Wade remembered to be called “Flash”, from Peter’s hour long rants to him.
“Pen- Peter?” The kid seemingly started to say something, but quickly corrected himself. “Peter Parker? You’re Tony Stark’s son?”