Chapter 16
My mask was officially soaked with hot salty tears that stung my eyes. I shot a web at the tallest building I could find, and pulled myself to the top.
I stood on the edge of the building, my back to the ground below. I thought about just letting myself fall back, just to let go. Who would miss me?
Back at the tower, Tony and Steve were heavily plagued with guilt. They never knew that all those nights when they were away there son was staying up at night...waiting. Waiting for them to call and tell him that they were safe, that they were okay, damn that they were alive. When Tony had tried to grab onto Peter’s wrist Cap tried to stop him, but it was too late. Peter was already in mid-swing of a hard right hook. The punch sent Tony flying back into Steve with a broken nose. Steve immediately helped Tony. He didn’t realize that Peter had already left the room. The punch not only left Tony with a broken nose, but he was also passed out from the force.
When Tony came to he was in Steve’s lap on their bed with a bag of ice lightly resting on his face. He opened his eyes and looked up into Cap’s. He ran a hand gently through Tony’s hair, he leaned down and kissed his forehead. Tony pushed himself up and leaned against Cap’s shoulder. They sat like this in silence for a minute before Tony broke down. He buried his head into the crook of Steve’s shoulder. Steve held him with one hand behind his head, and the other hooked under Tony’s left arm, rubbing soothing circles on his back.
Tony pulled away from Steve, his head hung low. “I’m such an asshole. I shouldn’t have gotten mad at him. I-I…” he dove back into Steve’s arms burrowing deep into the comfort and safety that he gave.
“Shhh, it’s okay Tony. It’s okay.” Steve just held Tony in his arms until his sobs slowly faded away. He pushed Tony up and looked at him. Tony’s eyes were red and puffy, and his shoulders hung low. His back was hunched and he was twiddling with his thumbs.
“How’s your face?” Cap said lightly and jokingly.
“Why did Natasha have to teach him to punch.” He said cracking a smile. “What time is it anyway?”
“Like 9 I think.”
“Where’s Peter.”
“Tony...I...he.” Cap took a deep breath. “He went out, he needed to cool off.”
“What! You let him leave like that! Why would you do that!”
“Tony calm down!”
“I can’t! What if something happens to him, I can’t live with that being the last thing I said to him. I-I can’t Rogers. I just can’t.”
Tony stood up and started to walk out of the room, Steve followed behind. Tony got into the Iron Man suit and was about to fly off.
“Wait Tony.”
“What.” He said exasperated.
“I think we should just let him cool off...for now.”
Iron Man’s faceplate went up. Tony looked out over the city then back to Cap. He eventually stepped out of the suit and retreated to his lab. He didn’t want to be disturbed. Clint and Nat got called out on a mission, and Bruce got called into SHIELD for some meeting. Steve went down to the gym to destroy some punching bags and think.
I was just standing there on the edge of the roof, cold air chilling me. My chest was still tight and the lump in my throat ceased to disappear. I stepped off the roofs edge and landed on gravel that covered to roofs surface. I slid down the wall behind me and pulled my legs as far as they could go into my chest. I tucked my head down and wrapped my arms around my legs. I ripped off my mask and just let everything out. More hot tears poured from my eyes siding down my face and turning cold in the night air. I breath hitched and I threw my hand back. I let out a loud pained scream. I grabbed the sides of my head. I started rocking back and forth.
Deadpool was walking through the city looking for tacos, he was also thinking about the cute piece of ass from his morning.
{ I still can’t believe that Spiderman is that hot!}
“I know right! But he looks a little young.”
[ Too bad.]
As I was walking through the back alleys to my apartment when I heard a scream coming from the top of a nearby building. I, being extremely bored, and overly curious, decided to follow the noise. I followed the sound up to the roof. I hoisted myself over the edge of the building and jumped onto the roof. The night was chilly and the only light on the top of the building was from the moon. I looked around the top of the vacant roof. I thought I was on the wrong roof until a saw a figure slide out and then back into the shadows. I waited for the figure to pop out again.
[ Is that a foot?]
{It looks like a person.}
I made my way over to the thing in the shadows. I had my had lightly resting on my favorite pistol in case things got interesting.
“Who’s there?” I said low and slow.
Peter looked up at the figure in front of him. He was trying to focus on the person, but tears blurred the image. He wiped his eyes on the back of his sleeve, when he looked up again he realized that Deadpool was standing a few feet away from him. He cleared his throat and tried to steady his voice. “It’s S-Spiderman.” He squeaked out.
Wade’s had moved away from his gun, he bent down next to his favorite arachnid. “Oh. Hey Spidey.”
He moved over, closer to Spidey. He kneeled down next to him, and it was only then when he realized that the kid was shaking uncontrollably, and was curled up in a ball.
{Oh, no.}
“What’s wrong?” I said. I was getting concerned, I’ve never seen him like this before.
He just straightened his legs out, and buried his face into his hands.
{ What’s wrong with him? Why is he so sad?}
I muttered to myself, “I don’t know, just shut up for a minute.”
He looked up at me, his mask was off and the light from the moon passed over his face. His cheeks were wet with tears, and his eyes were red and puffy. His big brown doe eyes looked so sad. It hurt.
“I...I..” He tried to speak. “I messed up.” His voice was hoarse and strained.
“I messed up really bad. They hate me now. I-I…”
He burst into tears,he put his hand in his hands again and sobbed.
{ What do we do?!} Yellow asked.
I moved closer to Peter and pulled him into my chest, I whispered in his ear, “It’s okay, your okay, I’m here.”
He must have been really tired and exhausted from whatever happened because he fell asleep in my arms. I picked him up and slipped his mask back on. I took him back to my place because I didn’t really know where he lived.
Walking into my apartment with my little fragile spider in my arms, I laid him down on the couch. I went into my room to take off my suit, but I left my mask on.
{ Good thinking no one wants to see this face.}
[ Looks aren’t everything.]
{Oh, shut up I didn’t ask for your opinion.}
“Shut up, your giving me a class 5 headache.”
{Fine.}
[Fine.]
“Thank you boxes.” I bowed down for added dramatic flair.
I changed and made my way back out to the living room where Spidey-kins lay on my couch lookin like a snack. I snuck over to him silently and pried off the mask. I could look at him all day. He’s just too perfect. His tousled brown hair fell over his face. I had worked with Spiderman before, and by worked I mean, I came out from my hiding spot and helped him when he was getting pushed around too much for my liking. I may or may not have stalked him. I mean he’s my Baby Boy, I couldn’t just let him get all beat up.
I sat down on the couch and placed Peter’s head on top of my lap. I flicked on the TV and turned to volume down real quiet so I wouldn’t wake him. I quietly watched Golden Girls and reveled in the sleeping company on my lap. Everytime he turned in his sleep I smiled. Then my smiled faded he started to murmur something in his sleep. I leaned down trying to hear what my precious was saying.
“Stop….I’m so sorry….You don’t care anyway...I hate you...no one cares about me anyway.”
I couldn’t listen to anymore of this it hurt to much, I ran my hand through his hair. “Peter, Peter wake up you’re having a nightmare.”