Chapter 15
Peter is currently sitting on the couch and talking pleasantly to a spider about the antics of a similarly names superhero. The Avengers have decided that he is one of the fold, and have taken to pleasantly ignoring him like they do each other until he sparks their interest.
One spider, perched on his shoulder, suddenly jumps and lands on Steve. Hissing and crawling around him rather quickly and leaving Steve completely baffled. Peter laughs, Keeling over. The spider sitting on the coffee table which he had just been pleasantly talking to, chitters for his attention.
"He likes you!" Peter says rather warmly as he watches Steve stareally at the spider on his wrist. The spider starts a Web and swings wildly, before landing on the floor and scurrying back to Peter. Steve watches it curiously while Nat walks back into the room.
"Hey Nat!" Peter cheerily calls, "This is a black widow! She wants you to hold her. You totally should! She never let's anyone touch her! She nearly killed my taratula, once."
"Sure," Nat replies easily, holding out her hand. The black widow quickly sitters over, chittering to Peter whilst he leans back. Spiders lazily crawling about his body to find new comfortable positions. Tony wanders in, Mama Spider still on his head. Peter smiles at him, waving. Tony rolls his eyes.
Clint drops in from the vents, and three different spiders all move towards him. He takes a step back as they all find different ways to climb on him. Peter giggles at the spiders' equivalent to childish glee. Some raising their front legs in cheer.
"Oh wow, they love you. You're their favorite!" Peter remarks. He checks the time, and figures he should probably head home. He makes a few very loud clicking sounds which make the spiders hiss back. Peter sighs, and argues with chitters and his own hisses, before the three on Clint relent and run back to him. The spider on Nat, currently perched on her shoulder, hisses back. Peter glares at it.
There is a long silence while the spiders have a silent stare-down.
"It's fine, she can stay." Nat finally states. Peter shrugs.
"Her cage is the one with the orange four."
"Hey, mine can stay to."
"Her cage is the green three."
Tony and Nat appear to understand, so he sets off to put the spiders away and go home.
When he gets there, Wade is dozing off in his box. Peter sets his bag down quietly, pulling out the add-ons and leaving them on his couch. Wade stirs, eyes blinking open with newly regenerated eyelids he looks around. He has arm bones now, and skin. Muscles and veins are forming around the bones. Peter smiles pleasantly, gesturing to the various things on his couch.
"I'm going to attach these to the box, so it's easier for you to do stuff." He states, before sitting down in front of Wade, screwdriver in hand.
As he attaches them, he explains their functions and listens to Wade ramble on. Wade really did live up to his name, which Peter didn't mind. He found it charming, to be honest. Peter talks about his spiders. Wade seems to love them. It's all very peaceful.