Chapter 3
Once Wade is long gone Vanessa is quick to react and deal with the aftermath of the one sided argument between Wade and Peter, maturely thank God. For Peter's sake at the very least. She helps him off of the hospital bed and he doesn't protest or stop her his will being too weak after everything that has happened in the past hour. His soft cries and whimpers fill the halls as he follows Vanessa out of the medical quarters leaving a stunned Tony, Pepper, and Bruce behind.
Vanessa takes Peter to her and Wade's shared bed-room. She goes straight for the bathroom. Peter is hesitant at first but gives in and sits himself on the toilet as Vanessa starts a bubble bath for him.
"I'm sorry..." He mumbles and Vanessa smiles softly, sadly. "Honey it wasn't your fault, come on let's get you cleaned up." Peter cringes slightly. He can't just be simply "cleaned up" he's dirty. He won't ever be clean again, ever. Steven 'Skip' Westcott has tainted his skin, mind, heart, and soul.
Skip has tainted him.
"Peter...you can't get in the bath with your clothing on."
He shakes his head 'no', his body trembles and wracks. "Please Vanessa. Can I keep them on? Just this once? Please..." He begs and looks up at Vanessa with big sad doe eyes pleading and Vanessa's heart clenches in hurt to deny him.
"Peter you and your clothes are covered in vomit, I'm sorry honey, I really am. How about this: I step out of the bathroom and wait while you undress and get into the bath. I'll come back in to help you get cleaned up. Okay?" She bargens.
Peter sighs defeated and nods meekly. "Okay." He whispers voice scratchy and horse.
She runs a soft hand through his hair then steps put of the bathroom.
Peter cringes when he takes off his shirt exposing his unbound chest for supernatural eyes to see. He avoids looking in the mirror. If he does look he'll break and cry, the last thing he needs is Vanessa running in panicked only to find him crying pathetically and seeing him naked. He throws his shirt to the floor bitterly.
He gulps hard when his hands go to the waist line of his pants. He squeezes his eyes shut and turns his head away in case he vomits and his pants and boxer briefs fall to the floor.
He bites on his fingers hard to muffle a teary whimper.
He steps into the bath water and slowly sits down with his back facing the door. "Okay." He says out loud as a signal for Vanessa to come in. He hears the doorknob turn then click open. He pulls his knees up to his chest in an attempt to hide his aching breast. He doesn't realize he's shaking.
"It's okay Peter, it's just me sweetheart." Vanessa's angelic voice is so pure, so full of love and empathy. He cries in relief to find its not a man seeing him this vulnerable. She hugs him from behind wrapping her arms around him in a tight comforting embrace and she starts whispering words of comfort and reassurance into his ears.
He calms down after a few minutes. He let's Vanessa pour water over his curly hair and sighs in pleasure. She lathers his hair up with a soft, rich smelling shampoo and hums a little tune while doing so.
'This is too good to be true.' He thinks to himself.
"He said you guys would be made at me." He begins and when he is given silence he assumes she wants him to continue. "He said you guys would be mad at me be-because I'm a girl. He said I-I wanted it and that I was his whore." He whimpers, tears slipping down his soft flushed cheeks while his body shakes weakly.
Vanessa sighs and then she speaks up. "We are mad Peter." She starts and Peter cringes at that but wills himself to listen. Maybe he was the one at fault. "We're made Peter, because you didn't feel safe enough to tell us this. We're mad at Steven, furious at him. You're not a girl or a whore. Steven found a special sensitive part of you and he took advantage of that. What happened to you was not your fault. Steven is to blame. I love you Peter, me and Wade aren't mad at you nor is Tony or Pepper or Bruce. But you have to understand that this is serious you're pregnant but this could have been worse. You could have had an STD. " She rinses his hair with warm welcoming water.
"We'll talk more in the morning honey, come on hun you can sleep with me tonight." She's not asking either so Peter just nods and does what he told.
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Wade comes back to the compound covered in blood and he still looks pretty pissed but the rage that flowed through his veins the adrenaline that was pumping into his heart quickly slips and fades from his body when he sees Peter sleeping soundly arms weakly wrapped around Vanessa. Wade tears off his mask not saying anything and his suit follows in favor of the floor.
Vanessa speaks up when Wade stalks over to his dresser and fishes out pajamas getting redressed.
"Peter thought we would be mad at him..." Wade snorts humorlessly at that. Vanessa glares hard at her husband. "That bastard said we'd be mad at him because 'he is a girl'" And Wade snarls at that.
"And you didn't help the situation by snapping at him." Vanessa snarls with just as much venom and bite.
Wade eyes her for a moment before sighing. She was right. He didn't help easy Peter's anxieties about the situation. "I know..." He mutters, looking to the sleeping figure on his bed.
"I'm sorry." He starts but Vanessa isn't having it.
"I'm not the one you should be saying sorry to." She turns on the bed facing Peter and wraps her arms around the sleeping boy and drifts off to sleep leaving Wade alone to his own thoughts.
{Asshole.}
[Oooooh you fucked up!!!]