Peters POV

"Wade. Wade Wilson." He grinned, and I just stared at him. He was charming, with blue eyes and brown hair, a rare mix.

We talk for the next hour or so. He doesn't seem to be in a hurry, and neither am I. The whole time, we talked about him. How he got kicked off the soccer team for hitting multiple coaches in the head. Suspended for yelling multiple inappropriate comments in classes. Almost arrested for pretending to he drunk. Most people would think he's annoying or rude, but I find him funny.

"We've been talking about me for so long, what about you? Why are you here?" He sits his head on the palm of his hands and just stares up at me.

"Well, since my aunt passed, I have no one else to live with. I'm living with a family friend right now," too much information to say Tony Stark, "it's been two days and I got bored staying at my new home." I sigh.

"It seems you don't like being at this new home." He smiles.

"Are you psychic? How can you figure that out?" We both laugh and he shrugs.

"Something happen at home?" He asks seriously, once we stopped laughing.

"You don't have to tell me." I adds, probably noticing me not replying. I take a deep breathe and begin.

"The man who I'm staying with, who is not my dad, got drunk and yelled at me. He probably expects me to he crying and not being able to function since my aunt died, probably wants me to be normal." I look up at him, and his blue eyes hypnotize me once again.

"Look, my dad isn't the best, but he is almost always drunk. I should have apologized to him and forgave him for yelling at me the first time he did. Maybe if I did, he wouldn't have turned out like this." I stop looking at his eyes, and look at the dull, grey counter.

"Yeah," all I say right now, "do you think I could have you number?" He looks up into my regular, boring brown eyes.

"Sorry?" He asks.

"Like, maybe we could talk again another day? I don't know, this was fun, and nice." I smile and he grins. He grabs his phone out and I put in my number.

"Well, Peter, I'll text you tonight? I've got nothing going on." He says as he gets up. He grins with one that would make you immediately fall in love. I can feel myself blush, but I don't know why. I never thought of myself as gay or bi or anything. The thought has came across my mine once or twice, but I just pushed it away and thought about other things. I could be a little gay for Wade, but right now there's too much to worry about.

I smile to myself and look down at the counter. I feel my phone vibrating in my pocket and pull it out, Natasha is calling.

I pick up, "Hello?" She says right away.

"Something wrong?" I ask. The last thing I want her to say is lunch or I need to help something.

"Just checking up on you," thank god, "Tony has been wanting me to call you for the past 20 minutes, he's been on my ass about this." The smile from before fades away quicker than I want.

I roll my eyes and shake my head, "Why didn't he just call me myself?"

"Peter, with everything going on, he doesn't think he should talk to you." I can tell she's having trouble finding the right words to use.

"I'll forgive him when I get home, if that's what you want?"

"Peter, I'm not forcing you to do anything."

"I know. I gotta go. Call you later." I hang up before she can say anything. I stay in the same spot I've been in for the past hour. I'm tempted to text Wade, but I feel that it's too soon.

I get up and leave the sandwich shop. I find myself wandering around for a while. I follow every sidewalk and go into random stores. It soon starts to get dark and my feet hurt from all the walking. I sit on a bench on the side of the road and pull out my phone.

There's already a few texts from Wade. I ignore them right now and call Natasha.

"Hey, something wrong?" She asks immediately.

"Uh, not really. Can you pick me up. I'm too lazy to walk back, " I hear her laugh, "what?"

"Spiderman is too tired to walk home?" She says in a voice as if she was talking to a toddler. I roll my eyes and laugh along.

"Can you just send someone?"

"Yeah, Steve can pick you up from your location in about five-ish minuets."

"Thank you" Natasha replies and I hang up. I'm tired and ready to go back home, but then I realize I don't really have a home. I can't go back to Mays apartment. It's not like Tony will adopt me. I'll just be put in some foster home with some old couple who want a kid.

After leaving my own thoughts, I see Steve parked right in front of me.

"Hey kid, wanna get in?" I nod and go into the expensive car, probably one of Tonys.

The car side is silent, probably cause Steve doesn't really know me. He has seen me a few times and we talked once or twice before all this happened, but otherwise, we're strangers.

When he pulls into the huge driveway, I head out and take the long elevator ride up to the common room. I see Steve take the stairs, probably too awkward to join me in the elevator.

When I get up the common room, Tony, Natasha and one of Tonys friend are sitting at the counter. I think his name is Rhodey, not sure. They're all talking and laughing with drinks in their hands, except Tony doesn't have one. Is he too scared of what might happen if he drinks again? I mean, in a way this is kinda a good thing, he needs to start eating healthier.

"Uh, can I talk to Tony?" I wait until it gets quiet and they all look at me. Natasha and Rhodey get up and walk to the other side of the room, probably going to listen.

"Is something up?" He spins around in his stool to face me.

"I'm sorry for being mean before, I was mad and shouldn't have been so rude." I say as if I'm reading a script off in my head. I've always had this line in my head, incase I lash out at May or her boyfriend, or literally anyone.

Tony kinda just sits there. He doesn't say anything for a few seconds, maybe thinking about what to say, or just surprised.

"I'm sorry too. I cant be excused for what I did, but I want you to know I am very sorry." He gets up and leans in for a hug, but I back away. Maybe he hasn't caught onto the fact I don't like being touched.

"Uh, I need a ride to school tomorrow. Who is doing that?" I change the subject.

"Well, Natasha might be able to, if not, I'll let Bruce know."

"I still need someone to pick me up from school though." He scratches his beard.

"I can pick you up. Just try and text me 15 minutes before so I can show up on time." I nod and he tells me to get ready for bed. This time, I'm going to bed when he tells me, which is 9:23pm. I'm too tired to stay up till midnight and have to wake up to an alarm at six am.

When I get to my room, I kick off my shoes and flop down onto my bed. I almost fall asleep, when I remember my alarms. I charge my phone and turn on my alarms. I go straight to bed, not seeing the texts Wade sent me.