Chapter 15
The ride was mostly silent until they got to the inner parts of the city. The only words spoken were directions from Peter and a conformational grunt from Deadpool.
“You can just pull over here.” Peter said pointing over to the side of the rode.
“You sure? There’s nothing here.” Deadpool asked.
Peter undid the seat belt and opened the door, stepping out, “Yeah. Yeah right here’s perfect.” Peter didn’t want this Deadpool to know that he lived at Stark Tower...yet. Peter shut the car door and belt down so his face was in the car’s window. He looked at Deadpool, then he looked down. “By the way, I-I’m Peter. Peter Parker.”
Wade looked up at Peter, “I’m Wade. Wade Wilson.
Peter instantly looked up at him and smiled. He moved away from the window stood on the side of the rode. “Bye Wade.” Peter said smiling and waving sheepishly at the man in the car.
Peter could see Wade smile behind his mask. “Bye Baby Boy.”
With that Wade sped off leaving Peter on the sidewalk, people bustling around him as he just smiled dumbly at the car speeding off. After he didn’t want to face everyone yet. He decided to walk around the city. He also went to see a movie to kill some more time. When he got out of the theater it was around 7 o’clock, he started to walk home even though his brain was screaming at him to just stay put.
Was I supposed to turn there? No, the towers up another block. Hey look a bird! STOP! I just need to be a man and walk in there, no more procrastinating. When I got to the tower and walked into the lobby my stomach dropped. I know what’s coming, it’s my fault, I should have just came home right away, but nooo. I had to eat pancakes with a mercenary. Then walk around aimlessly for hours avoiding my superfamilies wrath. I walked over to the elevator and went up to the main floor. In the elevator I noticed that my side was healing a bit and it wasn’t so sore anymore. “Hey J.”
“Yes Peter?”
I looked at my feet and the floor ashamed and nervous, “Is...Is everyone waiting for me at the top of this elevator?”
“I’m afraid so. You have made everyone quite on edge when you didn’t come home last night.”
“Aww shit. Can you stop here I’ll just walk the last floor up.”
The elevator stopped and I walked out and down a hallway to the door that leads to the stairs. I knew that if I took the stairs I could slip into my room unnoticed. That would give me some time to figure out what the hell I’m supposed to say. I slipped into my room undetected and locked the door behind me. I went into the bathroom and looked at the stitches on my chest and side. I looked in the mirror and realized that I still had on Wade’s clothes. They were big on me, like 3 sizes too big. Yet, strangely I didn’t care. I pulled the hoodie off of my head and tossed it aside, I did the same with his joggers. Mental note- give back to Wade. I walked out and pulled on a new pair on boxers and a pair of jeans. I picked up a long sleeved shirt from my dresser drawer. Here goes nothing.
I unlocked the door and walked down the hallway toward the kitchen. I peered around the corner and saw everyone sitting at the table. Dad and Pops were sitting next to each other, Dad resting his head on Pops’s shoulder with a drink in his hands, most likely some strong whiskey. Clint was at the end of the table bouncing his leg and looking over one of his arrows. Bruce was sitting opposite Clint with his elbows on the table, and resting his chin on his hands, staring off into space. Aunt Nat was standing off to the side of Clint staring at the arrow in his hands.
Breathe in, and out. I shut my eyes for a moment and prepared myself. I walked around the corner and into view, “Hey….” Everyone looked up at me, and they all seemed to stand up and start shouting at the same time. “PETER!” I flinched at the loud screams and shouts coming from them. I wasn’t really listening I just figured I’d let them get their angry and shit out now. I walked forward and took a seat at the table. Everyone crowded around me, it was too much, and much too loud. I folded my arms and rested my head on them, on the table. Everyone kept on yelling. “Where were you?” “Why didn’t you come home?” “Who were you with?”And many other questions, but I still just was not listening. “Can you keep it down I have a headache.” I said. Then I felt two pairs of arms push me upright in my chair. My back slammed into the back of the chair and my head and neck were thrown back. “What the hell?!” That got me a smack to the back on the head and a “Language!” from Pops.
My dads were standing in front of me, peering right into my soul. “Where were you kid.”
I looked over to Dad, he looked tired and frustrated. And drunk. Very angry, and very drunk. “I was out on patrol and accidentally fell asleep on a roof. Sorry.” I said shrugging my shoulders.
“Bullshit.”
“Hey, Tony.” Pops said looking over at Dad.
“I don’t believe you. Where were you last night?” He spit out between sips on the drink
“I already told you. I was out patrolling and accidentally fell asleep on some roof in the city.” I said spitefuly.
Tony took another drink, emptying the glass in his hands, “Who were you with last night?”
“No one!” I said starting to get pissed off.
“Why didn’t you call us Peter?” It was Pops that spoke this time. He was a lot quieter and nicer about it though.
“I already told you. I. Fell. Asleep!”
“You’re lying!” Tony screamed into my face, and throwing the empty glass flying dangerously close to my head.
“No I’m not!” I yelled back leaning in closer to him. I saw Uncle Bruce, and Aunt Nat walk out of the room, and Uncle Clint climb up into the vents. I don’t blame them, I wouldn’t want to be here either.
I stood up sending my chair to go flying backwards, Dad and I were right up in eachothers faces. Yelling and screaming.
“BULLSHIT!”
“No! You wanna know what’s bullshit. You wanna know!”
“What!” Tony yelled back.
“It’s you. You fucking piece of shit! It’s you!” I could feel my chest tighten and my eyes started to sting, but I was not about to let him see me break.
“Guys! Tony! Peter! Stop it both of you!” Pops tried to cut in.
“Oh, shut the fuck up! You’re the fucking piece of shit Peter! It’s you!”
“NO! You guys get so worried about me being gone for a day! But you know what you have no room to talk!” I had a lump in my throat and my stomach was all twisted up.
“No room to talk! Excuse me who do you think you’re talking to kid. You better watch it.”
“You need to watch it Tony!” I screamed out. Mere inches separating us. “You don’t know how many times I’ve stayed up for days waiting for you guys to come home! I stay up waiting for you to call! You guys sometimes just leave me here all alone without telling me that you’re leaving! I never even know if you’re alive.”
They both shut up, concern and guilt passing over their faces. Pops tried to cut in again but I cut him off. My voice was unsteady and my chest was tight. “I don’t have anyone left. And I know you don’t care about me...so why should I care about me.”
I needed to get out of there before I could break down. I turned around and started to walk away, but I felt someone grab onto my wrist, I turned around and saw Tony’s hand. I swung my other arm around and punched him right in the nose. He let go and his hand flew up to his face as he stumbled back. I ran out of the room before things could get worse. I ran to my room and locked the door. My hands were shakinging and my heart was racing. My breathing was rapid and my chest tight and heavy. I pulled my suit on, and grabbed my backpack and jumped out the window, swinging towards the city. Tears of anger and anxiety streamed down my cheeks. I didn’t even know where I was going, I was just getting out of there. Bright lights from signs blurred together in the dark.