no one gets to finish their coffee.
Wade was awake. His boyfriend, not so much. Wade was enjoying watching the smaller boy sleep even though he knew he should wake him up soon. Wade smirked thinking of something to wake the sleeping spider boy up.
Wade started by putting Peter’s hood down, he had been wearing one of the larger boys hoodies because ‘it’s warm’ then started unwrapping the scarf Peter had been wearing. Peter had kept it on him saying it was his uncles.(did you think it was May in this? Nonononono it is February and still cold out.)
Wade stopped, he laid there in confusion.
“Peter?”
“Mm?” Peter grumbled in confusion only like 3% awake so far.
“What’s the black stuff doing on your neck?”
“Five more minutes.” Peter grumbled out.
“Damn your morning voice is hot... I’ll ask you later but it’s time to get up now.”
Let’s just say through all that webbing Wade couldn’t get Peter up.
Peter is not a morning person anymore.
later that morning Peter meets a sweet young girl, maybe 12 or something, who wouldn’t speak. Not many people understood what she was saying in sign language. Peter walked up to her with a smile.
‘I saw you were signing over here, mind if we spoke for a while? I do apologize though I am a bit rusty.’ Is pretty much what he signed to the girl, he saw her eyes light up and they spoke for an hour just using their hands.
A while later Wade had eventually gotten out of the web cocoon he was stuck in and immediately ran up to Peter to hug him.
‘Sorry, I have to talk to him for a while now.’ Peter signed to the girl. She nodded and left them be.
“What was that about Petey-pie?”
“Just talking with Irene. Apparently she doesn’t really talk to people much because her voice is like a siren, controlling people to do things. We had a nice conversation in sign language though. But how’d you get out of all that webbing?”
“Found a knife in my pocket. Now, why is mr.assface covering behind your ears and around your neck?”
“It’s a long story. You sure you wanna know?”
“Ooooo flashback time!”
Peter gave Wade a puzzled look.
Flashback ripples
“We’re not doing that!”
Flashback ripples stop
“Awww no flashback?”
“No flashback, Wade. Let’s just go sit down and I’ll tell you.”
“Aww you’re no fun Spidey.” Wade reluctantly sat down.
“I know. But you still love me.”
“Ugh you got me there. Now get to talking before another flashback ques up.”
“You remember that letter my Aunt May wrote?”
“Yeah, what of it?”
“There was a second letter. But it was written by my mom... she had planned to give me away because she said I was ‘defective’ because I couldn’t hear things like I was supposed to. Apparently my father had tried to fix it and put something in my ear. Actually I’ve only been able to hear your real voice since I’ve gotten back with Venom in my ear. Which I have to say, your voice is amazing. But I still have a sting in my brain that I thought was from the thing my dad put in my head. Then two days ago-“
“Wait, can we do a flashback for this one?”
“Fine.”
“Ooo the writer is annoyed with me!” Wade giggled.
Flashback
Peter was on the floor, his nose was bleeding and his shirt had blood all over it. There was a large figure looming over him with a gun to his head.
“Please, don’t do this. There are people I need to get back to.”
“Don’t worry, they won’t notice.”
In a last effort Peter swept his leg under the mans feet and the man fell, Peter ran, fumbling with the lock on the door, he opened is and suddenly there was a bang. He couldn’t breathe, he reached his hand up to his neck and felt the blood dripping, he held it like he was trying to get it to stop but everything soon went black. The next thing he remembered was waking up in a dumpster in an alley a few blocks away. He tried to yell for help but it came out as a gasp. He couldn’t speak so he hoped someone would find him. But he was giving up hope.
‘We fix?’ Venom asked. Peter hesitated but nodded his head and Venom took over, bolting back to the scene of the crime. He found a rag and managed to get most of the blood off his skin and change clothes.
Flashback ends
“Someone tried to murder you?” Wade asked, his voice low and angry.
“Just shut up and hold me.” Peter said curling up into Wade’s arms.
——
“What does that mean Bruce? Can you please use words we understand?” Clint questioned in a concerned voice.
“What Bruce here means is Peter can’t actually hear anything, meaning that he’s been relying on something other than his brain to hear things.” Shuri explained.
“Had been. Whatever it was he had been using is gone now. I’m not sure if he can still not hear anything but-” Bruce told them.
“Isn’t this kinda invading his privacy? I mean, if he wanted to tell us he was deaf he would’ve told us. It’s really none of our business.” Clint spoke.
“I have to agree with Clint here. So if you have a point-“ Bucky started.
“I do. He’s deaf but he there’s something wrong with his brain, Shuri and I saw an odd spot in his hearing receptors. But we figured it out just this morning, the spot is actually a piece of metal that broke off of what we think was a piece of technology that was helping him hear and part of it must’ve broken off during a rough fight and its now lodged into a part of his brain. I want to get it out before there’s any damage to his brain that isn’t fixable, but for that he would need to be here. Bucky, you said they’d let you get him back tomorrow right? We need to fill him in.”
“How dangerous is the piece? Does it hurt him?” Bucky asked, trying to understand.
“I don’t know but it could cause damage. It might hurt but it might not. he might not even know it’s there.”
—— (next day peeps. Wade is a protective boi)
The time is 08:04am. Wade had woken Peter up early and got him dressed, the smaller boy was still mostly asleep. After Wade got the smaller into one of his hoodies he picked him up and carried him on his back.
“Ok let me explain, Spidey-babe was up late last night because of me, yes it’s all my fault he’s so sleepy, but hey I wanted to tire him out, but he said his head hurt so he just stayed up working on whatever so it’s not all my fault it was only my fault until 3:17, he was clearly nervous but I didn’t think he was so nervous he would forget to sleep. Anyways, I tried waking him up because we have to go see the super hundred and three year old thirty year old who took way too long to be recognized as his parent. But I swear if I find out who had this boy before professor wheels brought him here, I will go out and kill whoever it was.”
The small boy had no idea what was happening or what his boyfriend was saying, he had stayed up until about thirty minutes before Wade had woken him up, he was too nervous to sleep but eventually he got so tired and nervous that staying awake wasn’t even an option anymore. He was worried. Worried that his super parent wouldn’t want him if he found out he couldn’t speak or hear on his own.
His head was hurting more today, he assumed it was because of the lack of sleep so he took some pain killers and tried to sleep it off on Wade’s back. Wade was his big adorable killer pillow. He drifted off again while the pillow person walked him wherever he was supposed to be, which he didn’t even know because he’d been too distracted to recall.
The next time he woke up he was in a coffee shop.
“Mhhh twelve more hours.” He mumbled into the crook of his boyfriends neck.
“C’mon Web-Head. Your dad wants to talk to you.” Wade tried to reason with him.
“Two more hours then.”
“Awww, I’ll get you coffee and you’ll be up in twenty minutes how’s that?”
Peter let out the grumble version of ‘whatever’ the small boy yawned, his head on one of Wade’s bunched up jackets. Wade went up to grab coffee.
“How have you been Pete?” Bucky asked, hoping the smaller had heard him. He didn’t say anything. What his parents didn’t know was that his throat hurt too much to speak anymore. He tried ASL hoping one of them understood. He signed ‘sucky’ but Bucky hadn’t understood, he’d figured he didn’t know ASL. He tried the next thing he could think of without saying anything. He tapped on the table in a sequence that, again, said ‘sucky’.
“Not feeling too well?” Bucky asked. He tapped a ‘feeling bad’ in response.
“Peter, have you been having headaches?” Bucky asked.
Peter tapped ‘yes’
“How frequently?” He questioned further.
Peter glanced up in a questioning way. ‘I d k’ he tapped. He put his head back down. Where’s Wade? He wanted to go back to sleep.
“Didn’t get much sleep?” Bucky asked. Peter gave a thumbs up. He really just wanted to sleep. Wade walked back over with some coffee. Peter’s head suddenly shot up.
“Get down!” Was all he could manage before his Spidey sense aggravated his skull too much and he passed out.