The bird and the hammer
Peter arrived back at the table slightly breathless after getting back so fast. Bruce was still fast-walking back, as to not draw too much attention to the group, though Peter doubted there would be any point if things went down the way he thought they would.
Wade’s shoulders were tense, his hands twitching to reach for the guns that were stored at his side. Wade approached Flash and his Father, though his words were directed at Mr Thompson.
“I don’t know who you think you are, you homophobic asshole, but I do know that if you and your son don’t leave right now I am going to gut you and strangle you with your intestines.”
Wade’s face was up against Mr Thompson’s and he loomed over the shorter man, eyes of his mask decisive and angry.
“Wade,” Steve said. “It’s alright. It’s not a-”
Deadpool held up a finger as Cap approached him, not looking away from Mr Thompson.
“Hey, I just thought, you named your kid Flash. What the fuck went on there?” Wade said to the cowering man.
Flash himself was slowly backing away from the mercenary toward the door, and his father’s mouth just opened and shut, but only a small squeak came out.
Natasha, who was smirking slightly, and who was seemingly the only one of the Avengers not looking fearfully between Wade and Mr Thompson, said, “His actual name is Eugene.”
Wade whipped his head to Natasha, then back at Mr Thompson. “OK,” he said. “I am sorry to any people named Eugene reading this fic, but for god’s sake what the fuck kind of name is that? It’s the 21st century!”
Mr Thompson began backing away but Wade promptly turned back to Mr Thompson.
“Oh, no you don’t. I don’t care what kind of pompous man you think you are, but those ‘faggots’ have amounted to more than what you could ever hope to be, and depending on if you ever change your mindset, the same could be said for your son. So, either you and your brat get out of here, or Bea and Arthur will meet your neck. Last warning. Leave.”
Wade shoulders where heaving, and for whatever reason, Mr Thompson didn’t move.
It may have been fear that glued him in place, judging from the look on the man’s face, but Wade only saw the man not leaving.
He pulled out one of his knives and started toward the man, but suddenly there was Peter.
“Wade, it’s ok. Look, Mr Thompson is leaving now,” Peter said, pointing to the rapidly retreating form of Mr Thompson and his son. “Bucky, Steve and Tony are fine, everyone is ok.”
The whites of Wade’s mask narrowed, and he looked between the Thompsons, Peter, and Bucky, Steve and Tony.
He sheathed the knife.
“Hey, Tony?” Wade called.
“Ye-” Tony’s voice cracked. “Yeah?”
“Make sure that fucker gets sued or something.”
“I’ll figure something out.”
Steve approached Wade. “Really, Wade, we didn’t mind. You didn’t have to do that.”
“Well I did,” Wade said. “Because I wanted to.”
“He deserved it,” Clint said.
Nat nodded.
Steve screwed his nose, but didn’t say anything.
Wade clapped his hands. “Let’s win this Robot Competition.”
The process of making the robot bird was an adventurous affair. The fact that they got it finished was a feat in itself. The fact that they completed it with everyone in one piece was the most surprising feat, however.
Clint set Steve’s shirt on fire, Bucky dented the table after getting frustrated because the ‘bolts were too small’, Nat nearly stabbed a student for asking for a pencil, Bruce almost hulked out when Peter dropped a toolbox on his foot, and Wade didn’t do anything to help. He just ate chimichangas the whole time. And wouldn’t give any to Tony. Tony banned him from all food in the tower because of that.
When the timer ran out and all projects had to be presented, Peter was left with a mechanical bird that they had managed to make fly, using lightweight metals, fans, and wing movements.
It was safe to say that they won.
The lunch bell was half an hour away from ringing, and Peter, to put it lightly, was bored out of his damn mind.
That was, until Thor entered his classroom.
Thor ignored the spluttering of Mr Harrington as he strode up the aisle to Peter.
“Man of-” Thor stopped himself before he greeted Peter with his usual ‘man of spiders’ nickname. “Son of Stark!” Yeah, because that was sooooo much better.
Also, Thor had a snake around his bicep.
“Wh-what are you doing here?” Peter stuttered.
“Stark suggested we try something,” Thor replied, placing Mjolnir on Peter’s table.
The green slithered from Thor’s to Peter’s arm. Loki, then. Peter waved at him. The snake flicked its tongue in response.
“I didn’t mean now!” a voice said from outside the window.
“Holy shit, that’s Iron Man!” one of Peter’s classmates said. Sure enough, Mr Stark was in his suit hovering outside the second story window.
Tony tried to open the window, although, as previously discovered, you can’t open a window latch with the suit on.
Peter stood and unlocked the window. Loki hissed at Tony.
Peter snorted. “Eloquent.”
“Son of Stark,” Thor addressed. “Stark, and, admittedly, Lady Natasha and my traitorous brother over there, supposes that could lift Mjolnir.”
“It’s a hammer, why wouldn’t-”
“Just pick it up, kid,” Tony said.
Peter walked up to Mjolnir and lifted it with ease. He passed it back to Thor his eyebrow raised.
There was silence in the classroom. Someone coughed. Glares were sent to that person.
“What?” Peter said, looking from Thor to Tony. Thor looked shocked, and a grin was starting to spread on Tony’s face. The snake on Peter’s arm started to make constipated choking noises.
“Are you laughing?” Peter said to Loki.
The snake transformed back into the God of Mischief, and Loki braced his hands on his knees as he wheezed breathlessly with laughter.
“What?” Peter repeated, this time looking at his classmates. They were all gaping at him.
“What?”