"Mr. Peter," Jarvis's voice awoke the sleeping teen. He sat up in his bed, waiting for the AI to continue. "There's someone climbing up your window to see you. I believe it's Mr. Wilson." Peter sucked in a sharp gasp. "Would you like me to sound the alarm?"
"No, no, that's okay Jarvis! In fact, don't tell my dads, okay?" the teen ordered.
Jarvis responded, "As you wish, sir," and signed off. Peter jumped out of his bed and bounded over to his window, shoving it open and peering down the mansion wall. He could already see a figure through the black night, crawling his way to his window.
"Wade!" Peter hissed, and the figure froze. "Wade, wha
Steve leaned back on the couch as he flipped through the New York Times, lounging before he had to go out and get some groceries for dinner. Tony jogged down the stairs and into the living room, bending over and giving his husband a quick kiss on the cheek before heading over to the kitchen.
"Have you woken up Peter, yet?" Tony asked, skimming through the fridge for the butter. Steve shook his head.
"He doesn't have to be at school for another hour, so I thought I'd let him sleep in."
Tony suddenly narrowed his eyes, pursing his lips as he buttered his bread. "Y'know I'm getting a little suspicious, Steve," he said abruptly.
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Those Lovebirds Are Gross
"Psst, Peter," Wade whispered from his spot crouched in the tree, Peter in the bush below, Spiderman mask practically frowning up at him.
"Shh, Wade! You're gonna get us caught," he scolded softly, glancing back at the factory they were ordered to keep an eye on.
"No, but Petey, it's important," Deadpool insisted.
"Shut up, Wilson," Wolverine growled, his claws slicing out threateningly from where he knelt next to Deadpool's tree.
"But, Peter!"
"Fine, what?" he sighed, peering back up at him.
"…I love you."
Peter obviously smiled behind his mask, and he tipped his head to the side. "Aw, I love you, too."
"Oh, would you two shut up!" L