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Wade Wilson rolled over in the large comfortable bed he was in and realised that there was something wrapped around his waist and neck. He wondered what the fuck was going on, until he realised that it was his sweet, sassy boyfriend Peter Parker, laying there asleep in one of his t-shirts and a pair of boxers, curled around him, face buried in the crook of his neck, arms wrapped around his neck and legs wrapped around his waist. He turned them gently so that the spider was laying on top of him, snuggling him close and checking the time on his Hello Kitty wall clock. It was still pretty early, before noon, but not too early thankfully. Peter let out a soft yawn before kissing is cheek softly, "Good morning, Kitty." he sleepily greeted, throat a little dry and gritty from sleep. He inhaled sharply because no matter how many times he heard it, Peter's voice first thing in the morning? it was hotter than a dozen Carolina reaper infused tacos, and that shit was spicy (even spicier than some of Wade's thoughts, and that's saying something.) Had they been in the Avengers Tower, he would have had to pretend like that voice, or who it belonged to, hadn't done anything to make his custom sized Hello Kitty pyjama pants a fuckton of a lot tighter. Or worse, if they were staying at the Starks' house on a cliff in sunny, picturesque California...shit would get messy really fast, but they weren't in either of those places because they were in the mercenary’s high security, penthouse apartment in East Upper New York. The place they decided was home, for now, while it was just the two of them. Wade didn't have to do a damned thing about how his sweet, stunning, special boy made him feel. Except maybe, to roll over on the slightly shorter man, just to be a tease, "It sure is a good fucking morning when I'm fucking lucky enough to wake up beside you, Petey-pie. Just wait until I tell Domino I'm luckier, she'll be pissed!" He laughed into Peter's mess of dark curls before pressing a kiss to the crown of his head as he asked, "Did you sleap okay, sweetheart?" he snuggled the younger man close. "Yeah, I slept okay, darling. I'm glad that I can help you rest. Yup, she probably will be, handsome." Peter replied, kissing his lips gently, with a soft chuckle, only meaning it to be soft and sweet, but the mercenary was irresistible to him.
He couldn't help it, self-control was harder in the mornings, but it wasn't the only hard thing for sure. Peter kissed his boyfriend deeply, biting down on the once blond-haired man's bottom lip. Wade let out a low groan at this, kissing him back deeply and opening his mouth for his loving boyfriend, but once their tongues collided, he fought for dominance, winning it fairly. Which caused him to smirk against the spider's lips. He sensed the brunet getting a little breathless, so he pulled away, snuggling him close. Said brunet let out a shaky breath, taking some deep breaths before mumbling into Wade's neck, "I need you. I need you right now...please Wadey?" He was on the verge of begging, but that was mostly because it had been almost two weeks since they'd had sex, between Avenger missions, patrolling the Tower and the missions Wade went on for his various mercenary jobs, as well as Peter having a fancy lab job at Stark Industries. It was sometimes difficult for them to find time for each other, which I'd part of why they'd moved in together. It took the mercenary a moment to realise what his boyfriend meant, but he grinned at him, "Well, that depends on what you want to do, baby-boy." he wrapped his arms around him tightly, looking into those chocolate eyes, as he called them sometimes. Peter looked at him with an expression that made him chuckle, frustrated but fighting to find words, until he decided climbing on top of Wade would make his point easier to articulate, "Hm, you know, I was kind of thinking of world domination, babe." he winked at him, voice clearly thick with innuendo, a common enough occurrence when they were alone together. It never failed to get Wade's filthy mind that got worse when he was alone with his favourite boy reeling. He smirked slowly, sliding a hand under his shirt to rub circles into his back, "Oh? How do you suppose we do that, my sweet, special boy?" he asked, now rolling them over so that he was laying beneath his boyfriend, using that particular nickname purposefully, knowing he loved it. He smirked, leaning down on his hands, moving them so that he was on top of Wade again, only to gently pin him down, knowing full well his strength and flexibility drove Wade crazy. He whispered into his ear, "Well sunshine, you are my world, and I know I'm yours. ...So all you'd really have to do is dominate me, handsome." he looked into his eyes. Wade moaned at the display of strength, kissing the younger man's throat, "Can I start now, baby-boy? It's been sooo long, I have no idea if I'll last…" he warned him. He wrapped his arms and legs around the taller man, flipping them iver so he was on top of the merc with a mouth again, "Go right ahead, my wonderful boyfriend." he grinned, knowing that Wade loved to be called that.
They had been dating since Wade had helped nurse Peter back to health after a particularly bloody showdown with some of Dr. Doom's bots that had seen fit to throw the spidery hero off of a building. He had tried to swing, but had been so weak, that his webbing snapped. Luckily, the merc with a mouth had caught him in the nick of time, but he'd been injured pretty bad, as well as relieving a mild concussion. The mercenary hadn't left his side apart from jobs since, fiercely protective of the one he loved. Wade whispered to him as they lay together in bed now, "Then let's go get our fuck on, baby-boy. Time to get funky." he winked over-exaggeratedly at his boyfriend which got a laugh out of Peter. He carefully turned Peter onto his stomach to kiss his spider bite teasingly before carefully grabbing his boyfriend's sensitive ankles, putting one on each of his shoulders, smirking a little when he heard a small crash, a bottle of lube flew near to him, a strand of webbing around it. "Thank you, sweetheart. Now, let's get to it." Wade replied, kissing down his neck, as distracted as morning sex with his baby-boy made him, they had both forgotten to use a condom, and neither were under the impression that it was a dangerous thing to forget.
A few hours later, Peter was in the kitchen and was feeling slightly nauseous, he furrowed his brow and called out, "Wadey? I'm going to call my uncle Bruce. I think I'm sick or something." he looked genuinely confused as he didn't really understand all of the physiological changes that the spider bite had caused. The merc with a mouth looked at him with a worried expression, "Petey-pie, tell me what's wrong? You're startinh to fucking worry me, sweetheart." The spider kissed his cheek, "I'm okay, I just feel a little nauseous. I have to call uncle Bruce since no other doctor would understand my cells, molecules or blood." he explained with a soft kiss to his cheek. Wade wrapped his arms around him, burying his face in that fluffy brown hair, "I'm going the fuck with you because, of course I am, but also, I'm worried as shit that your not fucking okay because you rarely ever get sick, baby-boy." Peter looked at him with a grin, "I know that you'll go with me, because you're worried. Let me give him a call and we can go see him, okay?" he assured his boyfriend with his chocolate brown eyes. The merc with a mouth looked at him, squeezing him a bit as he held him close, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, “It’s just really fucking rare for you to be sick, baby-boy. I’m worried, sweetheart.” “I know, darling. I’m probably fine, but I’ll call uncle Bruce anyway. He’s worked with me before, when I didn’t think my other parent could change me, he had to try and modify testosterone to my specifics. It ended up not mattering, but my parent made me myself, so it was okay.” Peter rambled a bit with a small smile, snuggling his boyfriend close. Wade sighed but hugged him close, “Just…I know that you’re not like me and that worries me, sweety-Petey. And yeah, I know we plan to ask Loki for an apple for you, but I’m worried for the time being.” His boyfriend (hopefully soon fiancé, if tonight’s dinner plans went well) was mortal and the thought sometimes kept the mercenary awake at night.
A few hours later found Peter on a lab table in Bruce Banner’s laboratory of the Avenger’s Tower, Wade sitting beside him and holding his hand, he had needed to have a few scans and such done. Bruce had mumbled something to himself but had refused to tell them what was going on until he was absolutely positive that he was right. He looked to Peter and softly told him, “I’m going to tell you what’s wrong but you have to try and not freak out, alright? Take it from someone who’s practically your uncle, Peter. Or someone who hopes to be your uncle someday” he explained. Wade held his breath, absolutely terrified that he was going to be told that Peter was gravely ill and not going to make it, his worst and absolute fear. Peter looked at him and squeezed his hand tightly, looking at Bruce, “Tell me. I’m not a kid and I’m strong, tell me, uncle Bruce." He already referred to him as his uncle as he knew very well that his uncle, Thor, would waste no time in marrying his boyfriend. The kind hazel eyes met Peter’s brown ones, “You’re pregnant. I have a theory. You see Peter, male spiders can become pregnant so don’t worry, it’s nothing to do with what your body used to be, it’s just the fact that with your powers, you were able to become with child. …This is a scary thing to happen, I know. You could always put it up for adoption if you felt it was too much for you to deal with.” Peter put up a hand like he had seen his, most of the time mother, and occasionally father, sometimes parent, Loki, do on many occasions. He stated, his voice sure and certain, “No. If I have a child, I will keep it. It’s mine and Wade’s after all, so it’ll be our little bundle of love. And I mean, we technically already had a kid because of Wade’s daughter, Ellie." He added fondly, he wouldn't lie, he loved that little curly-haired girl as munchers Wade did. He looked at Bruce, “Look, you have the best intentions in mind, unlike dad, but if what you say is true, then we’re going to be a family.” he stated, looked determined. He then got up off of the table, and looked at Bruce, “I would like full details on the child, please.” Bruce looked at him, “Fine, I’ll have records and scan results sent to your apartment. …Do us a favour and please, tell Tony soon, okay?” he asked, looking at him hopefully. Wade hugged his boyfriend close, kissing his forehead, “We’re gonna get through this Pete, I promise, sweety-Petey. In fact…after our dinner plans tonight, you’ll see exactly what I mean, sweetheart.” he looked at him seriously, “I absolutely fucking love you and adore you, Peter Benjamin Parker.” He new full well that Peter's last name was Stark these days since Loki and Tony had adopted him but he preferred to call him Parker. He kissed his forehead and cheeks, not knowing what the scientists view on PDA was, since he was well aware of Tony's stance on their PDA. The scientist smiled at the mercenary knowingly, “Wade, kiss your boyfriend. I’ve seen Tony in unspeakable positions over the years, you’re good.” He replied with a grin, knowing that his nephew and his boyfriend had probably been to tone it down by Tony at times, not like they’d listen to the man or iron, of course. “I like this one, Petey. It turns out not all Avengers apart from you and the good Captain and Tasha are bags of dicks. Oh! And Cap's boyfriend but eh, what the shit, he's not an Avenger.” Wade replied, kissing Peter’s lips deeply. The spider kissed him back but after a moment, parted the kiss, “Not all of us Avengers are all that bad.” the spider replied with a playful grin.
Tony was about to go down to Bruce to ask for some help on a project about astrophysics because Loki had gone to Asgard to see some politics as king, but he had arrived back an hour or so earlier. He found Bruce, but he quickly noticed Peter and Wade looking over what appeared to be medical results. Tony looked at Bruce and calmly asked, “Bruce, you have five minutes to tell me what the fuck is wrong with my son. …And why the hell is Wilson here?” he looked like he was about to shoot lasers from his eyes. Bruce looked at him nervously, “Um...about that. He’s healthy and well.” he replied, already feeling stressed. He could do with the blond at his side right now. Funny that, because Thor picked that moment to enter the lab, calling out for him, "Bruce dear, are you here? Lola's just been fed and is up from her nap. Your charming cousin offered to watch over her." He walked over to the shorter man and kissed his cheek. The scientist grabbed Thor's huge hand, it calmed him down like nothing else. He took a few deep breaths and turned to smile at him, "That's great, honey. Trust me, she might not have much experience but Jen's surprisingly good with kids." Tony cleared his throat, he looked right at him, crossing his arms, “Bruce, please tell me.” He asked again, his patience thinning. He sighed and looked at Tony, forcing himself not to physically hide behind Thor, “Peter is a male spider.” he awkwardly told the inventor. He found himself wishing that Loki was here to calm the inventor down. Speaking of the god, he appeared in the room in that moment and assessed the situation and walked over to Tony, wrapping an arm around him and looking in confusion at the situation, “Dearest, what is going on?” he asked his husband. The man of iron looked at him, leaning against the sorceror to calm himself down, not knowing the god would literally have to hold him back in a few minutes, Tony looked at Bruce, asking again,“Yeah Bruce, what’s going on?” he leaned against the taller man, uncrossing his arms to hold his spouse's hand. Bruce took a deep breath and looked at Peter, begging for help with his eyes. he continued deal with a panic attack or losing his temper right now. Peter nodded to him, telling him it was okay standing tall with Wade holding him close. First, he addressed his uncle, Thor, "You might want to bring him to the kitchen and maybe get him some tea or something?" The blond Asgardian nodded, "Thank you, boy of spiders." He squeezed Bruce's hand, "Let us go and get you some refreshing lavender and chamomile tea, my love. They will deal with thus." He nodded, letting Thor lead him away, smiling at tge caring, soft side that tge blond always showed him, as doting as ever.
Then, when they were gone, Peter walked over and looked to adoptive father, asking him in a calm, level tone, “Don’t freak out, I’m healthy, I'm happy, and this is something I want, okay?” Tony looked very confused and a bit worried, but regardless, he nodded, “Okay son, if it’s what you want but…what is it?” Peter looked him right in the eyes and told him, in a soft, happy voice with an undertone of quiet excitement, “Male spiders can become pregnant. …I’m going to be a dad, with Wade.” He wasn’t backing down from this, but he knew Tony would be pissed, furious even. Tony took a deep breath, gnashing his teeth together before hissingd out, “Wilson. When the hell did this happen? I want answers.” Loki tightened his embrace of him, whispering to him, “Darling, you need to remain calm. Now, I can hold you in place with a spell, or we can deal with this like adults.” Peter looked at his dad and without a drop of hesitation, he quipped dryly, "Dad, I’m pretty sure Wade is the only kitty in the room, there’s no need to hiss at him.” He was known amongst the Avengers for his sarcasm and wit thriving with his adoptive parents' influence, Wade grinned widely at Tony, wrapping an arm around his boyfriend’s shoulders, trying not to laugh at Peter's quip, choosing to answer Tony instead, “Oh, you know, now that I think about it, it could’ve been a handful of times, Stark. It could have been today, yesterday, a month agao, two months ago. Or hey, that time we did it in the shower, that time we did it on the ceiling, oh fuck, it could have even been—“ He was cut off by Tony, who was glaring daggers at him, speaking in a clipped tone, “Stop listing those off, I’m trying to be serious.” He looked to Loki, “Why are you holding me back Lokes, aren’t you pissed that our son, our unmarried son I might add, is pregnant with a mercenary’s kid?” Loki looked at him sharply, “Anthony Stark, I will haul you out of this room if I must. Wade loves our son, and you know this. Now, be quiet and listen to what they have to say. I doubt they will remain unmarried long if that is what is bothering you, as Wade has asked me to reserve an apple for Peter a little down the line.” Tony looked enraged but took deep breaths, and eventually got out, “Fine, but you’re giving him an apple because I refuse to let our son die. Also, should they get married, I will stand for this because walking on eggshells with the two of you is nonsense when you two live together but hey, these kind of things happen, I guess. Loki, let me go, your highness. I need to go get coffee.” he paused, it is anger he hadn't asked his spouse their pronouns. "Which ones are you using today, beautiful?" Tony waited for an answer before leaving. Loki let him go apprehensively, pressing a kiss to his temple, “Very well, I shall speak to you later? He and him, darling.” he looked at him, only getting a nod and kiss to his jaw in return.
When his hot-headed hisband was gone, the god looked at them, “The both of you should be more careful now that you know this information. …As much as my beloved would scorn me for giving you this, it will help. Simply place the balm on Peter’s rear before you go to bed and it should stay in place for the entire night. I used it when your younger sister was inside of me. It will act as a protection for the child.” he explained, smiling softly and causing a medium sized jar of some sort of salve, handing it to Wade. Wade smiled warmly at him, “Thanks Loki, we’ll be careful, don’t worry. Go calm down Iron-Dick. Me and Petey were about to head home actually.” He put the salve into one of his many pouches before taking Peter’s hand in his, smirking as he kissed the back of it, knowing what it did, “Let’s go home, Petey-pie. I have something to show you that I can't wait.” Peter smiled at the god, "Thank you, Father." He looked at Wade and took his hand, “Yes, darling. Let’s go home.” he smiled, walking with him outside where the red and black motorcycle waited, the rainbow helmets that matched, they drove home where they cooked a meal together (Aunt May’s recipe for lasagne, garlic bread and a simple salad).
After their dinner, the spider smiled warmly going to the fridge where he got out the brownies he had made for them, scooping up some Neapolitan ice-cream. When he came back to the table, Wade looked nervous, but he was kneeling down on the floor. He put the dessert down on the table and looked at him worriedly, “Why are you…?” Wade smirked a bit, “Not so fast, baby-boy. Shur that pretty mouth because I need to talk to you about something important." He took a deep breath before continuing, "Peter Benjamin Parker, I fucking love you. We’re going to be a family now and I want you to know that I will care for the three of us with everything I’ve got, sweety-Petey. Blood, teeth and guts if that’s what it takes. So, I was thinking that we could make this sensational shit official, sweetheart? Peter, will you marry me?” he looked at him with worried eyes. The brunet pulled him up into a tight hug as he exclaimed joyously, “Of course I will marry you, Wade Winston Wilson. I love you so much, Kitty. I will be yours forever. This little one inside me, it'll have the best parents it could ask for, okay?” Peter told him, looking up at him. Wade smiled warmly at him, “Well fuck, baby-boy, I guess we’re a motherfucking family. It doesn’t have to be an F-word anymore, right?” he looked at his lovely fiancé, slipping the ring onto his finger, it was a black vibranium with a small princess cut red garnet setting, classy but simple. “No Wadey, it doesn’t have to be an F-word anymore. Now, are you going to stare at me with those sky eyes or kiss me?” Peter fondly teased the older man, who laughed before leaning in to kiss him deeply, holding him close in his arms, never wanting to let go. "Abso-fucking-lutely to kissing you, every motherfucking time, sweetheart." Wade replied, pulling the shorter man in for a searing kiss, not seeing Peter sneak a bit of ice-cream into his mouth. When the taste of strawberry hit his lips, he grinned, "You just have to be a little shit every chance you get, don't you, strawberry lips?" A playful grin crossed Peter's face as he murmured lovingly, "I do." That got him picked up and spun around in the strong arms of the mercenary he loved.
Three months later, they had a beautiful summer wedding, vowing to love and cherish each other forever. By this time, they had gotten the help of a lawyer friend, Matt, to get full custody of Ellie who was deleted to be able to live with her dad and his husband. They decided on everyone having the surname of Wilson, honeymooning in Paris, where they stayed for two weeks. Two month later, since his spidery abilities caused the process of Peter's maternity to be shorter than a human's. It was the 15th of September when his water broke snd Loki, with Bruce's medical help, guided him through the birth until the child was born. They had a little boy, naming him Parker Anthony Wilson, both of them finding it funny that the first name would be Peter's before marriage name. Wade had just finished wiping the tears from his eyes, holding his husband and kids close. Ellie was fascinated vu her little brother and had asked a lot of questions about him, which her parents happily answered, glad that their little girl would get along well with her brother. When they were cleared to go home, Wade had a little surprise for his husband and kids. He kissed his husband's cheek, "Petey, sweetheat, I love our apartment but it wasn't enough for the three of us and won't be enough for the four of us. ...I have a house, but we'd have to get help moving in, since it's not exactly in Manhattan, baby-boy." he explained, knowing that the spider he loved wouldn't like being far from his beloved city. Petet cupped his face, surprising him, "I don't care where it is. I'm sure my parents will help us move in. ...Where is it, darling?" he asked curiously, in the middle of bottle feeding Parker, who was a placid little guy. "Brooklyn Heights, my sweet boy. Would you be okay living there? I bought a house there as part of an effort to stop S.H.I.E.L.D. from finding out what safehouse I actually lived in. It's not exactly fancy, but it's nice...pretty homey, actually." Wade explained hesitantly, not knowing if Peter would enjoy living outside of Manhattan, since their apartment was in swinging distance of the Avengers Tower in Westchester County. This house, a nice two-storey detached house. The brunet laughed softly, pressing a soft kiss to his husband's cheek, "Darling, Steve lived there in the forties, so I'm sure it's a nice area. I don't care where, because wherever the four of us go, it's home anyways." he smiled sunnily at him. Wade rested his forehead against his husband's, whispering reverently, "I fucking love you." He kissed his face, then asked, "Will I ask Stark if he'll help us move in? I'm sure Loki will." When Parker started to fuss a little, Wade picked him up gently, softly speaking to him. Peter smiled at him, noticing Ellie was busy colouring at the table in their penthouse apartment. He stroked his face gently, kissing his cheek lovingly, "Yeah, I'm sure my parents will help us, babe. Now come on, we should probably make lunch. I'm sure El is starving." he chuckled. He looked over to the little girl as he asked, "Are you hungry, Ellie?" She giggled and ran over to her dad (Peter was dad, Wade was papa or sometimes mama depending on what their daughter decided to call him), hugging him close before he picked her up. "Dad, I'm always hungry." Peter smiled at her, nuzzling her dark curly hair, "Alright sweetie, what would you like for lunch? I was thinking cheese and crackers or peanut butter and banana sandwiches?" he asked, knowing all of them liked those foods. Ellie looked at him, thinking for a second, "Can we have salsa with the crackers and cheese? It makes the cheese taste better." she asked, looking hopeful. Wade laughed softly, "Yes, of course, Ellie-spagetti. Salsa, cheese and crackers it is." He gave a now sleeping Parker to his husband, smiling at him as he fondly teased, "I know it's nowhere near an oven, but I'll get it ready, sweetheart." he chuckled. It was no secret between them that Peter couldn't cook to save his life. He could serve food, make nice sandwiches and prepare food just fine, but actual cooking? The man had burned boiled eggs before, and would do it again, if his husband let him cook. Peter laughed, rolling his eyes fondly, "Fine, fine, it's safer for us all, I guess. I'll go put this little guy down for his sleep, and then, Miss Ellie, you can show me your lovely drawings, how's that?" he asked, looking down at their daughter. She grinned, "Sounds good, dad. Me and papa will be right here." she replied enthusiastically, running into the kitchen with Wade. They went on to move into their lovely home in Brooklyn Heights, which had pretty pink walls outside, outlined with black details, a lovely dark brown wood front door. Wade, Peter, Parker, and Ellie were happy there, and it proved that when needed, Peter could still swing the just over an hour journey to the tower for missions, and they had no shortage of babysitters should they need to team up on a mission, or if Wade went on a job.