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Peter flew through the dark streets of Manhattan. Known as Spiderman under the people, he protected the city for the lesser villains or criminals that attacked or wanted to steal things from people and shops. A car alarm went off nearby and he quickly reacted. In a few seconds he discovered where the car was. In a narrow street three men stood by a car and one held a long bat and smashed the windows, while another one was trying to crawl in.
Peter tried to fire a web to stop them, but suddenly his surrounding began to get blurry and twisted. He lost his balance and the web landed a few meters above the men, who looked confused at him. Peter stood up again, wondering what went wrong. He was attempting to fire a web again, but it was like the nerves in his arm didn’t work anymore and nothing shot out of his wrist.
One man began to laugh and walked to him, and Peter swore. He clenched his fist and aimed at the man, but his sight got blurry again and he missed.  Then he felt something heavy hitting his head and he fell on the ground. 

‘Let’s see,’ the brown-haired man mumbled, after having taken a sip from his scotch. He bent over the engine of his all time favourite car; the Ford Flathead Roadster. Instead of trying to keep the Hotrod as vintage as possible, Tony had already exchanged a lot of the main parts with designs of his own, or just better, faster or more beautiful parts. He let his fingers slide over the silver frame, quietly looking for flaws. Except for some damages to the lacquer, the front of the car seemed perfect and Tony smiled happily. Another gulp of scotch disappeared down his throat, as he walked towards his lab, glass of scotch in his one hand, phone in his other. He bored scrolled through some news sites. Nothing much had been going on lately; the reason why Tony was bored. Once he got closer to the lab, the letters on the screen became blurry. The brunette blinked a couple of times and frowned, was it just him, or was the phone malfunctioning? He then shrugged carelessly, put the phone away and walked on. Without really noticing it, he started humming a soft, random tune. Halfway up the stairs, though, it faltered. Tony’s head suddenly felt clouded and a headache started its increase. He stopped in his tracks, before rubbing his temple. He was confused, how come this appeared this quickly? The man sighed, continuously thinking ‘It’ll fade, Stark, it’ll fade’. He took one more step, but his vision went black for a second, stopping him again. The profanity leaving his mouth echoed loudly through the large stairwell. ‘God,’ he mumbled. ‘This can’t be good. Jarvis? Get Steve for me, will ya?’ Tony asked, before blacking out again, this time longer and when Steve’s footsteps hit the ground, the brunette was close to falling down the stairs, together with the glass of scotch.

The next thing he saw was a big shadow jumping in front of him, but everything was blurry and he couldn’t see who was saving him at the moment. He tried to stand up, but it was like the gravity was ten times stronger. The ground was like a magnet that was pulling him down and denying him to help the person who stood in front of him.
‘Get out of here and go fuck yourself, because if you dare to hit Peter one more time, you’ll be dead.’
The voice was clear and loud and that moment Peter realised it was definitely Wade. Wade followed him more lately, especially since they were in a ‘relationship’. Peter never admitted he was in a relationship with Wade, and according to him it wasn’t anything official. The truth was that he only was afraid o f the reaction of his parents. Although he had the feeling they kind of already knew it, he still tried to keep it secret and hide it away.
Funny about Wade was that when he says you’ll be dead if you touch Peter, you will be literally dead if you touch him. It was now the most probable option that happened to the men, because he saw Wade walking towards him again and lifting him up carefully.
‘You need medical care and right now. I’ll bring you to my home, that’s faster,’ the soft voice of Wade said. Something in him wanted to say that he should leave him by the tower, but for some reason he wasn’t able to, so he just softly nodded. Wade began to walk to his apartment, while Peter lost his consciousness, fell asleep and wasn’t able to think about the consequences of his parents finding out he wouldn’t return home tonight.

Tony heard the clattering of the glass, while he snuggled up to Steve’s warmth. Afterwards he would’ve never admitted it, but he was scared. The darkness that had fallen in front of his eyes, while he was still conscious, was probably one of the weirdest and scariest things he had ever experienced, apart from a couple of Avenger-experiences. He blinked a couple of times, though scared it’d happen again, then fixated his look on one of the buttons of Steve’s shirt. His headache still disturbed his thoughts, but now his stomach joined in as well. It became hard to listen to Steve’s speech, even when Tony tried his hardest.  It wasn’t the alcohol, the brunette tried to stay, but no words came out of his mouth. He frowned. Not just because of the pain; because of Steve as well. It was a special occasion! He got bored and that didn’t even happen that often. Tony then rolled his eyes; like Steve would ever be somewhere else. He barely ever got out of the tower, where did he expect to go? Without Tony really noticing it, they’d got to the bedroom. He didn’t bother moving, as Steve was being as perfect as he always was and tucked Tony in just like he wanted it. ‘Now stay here, would ya? You need rest.’ Tony nodded at that and relaxed under Steve’s touch. ‘Could you...’ Tony started softly and with a shaky voice. ‘Could you get me some painkillers?’ He didn’t think Steve would understand why he wanted them, but he couldn’t find the strength to explain his pain. 

Steve was screaming at Tony, who was crying and looked like he was mentally broken. Steve hit him again, and walked away to another room, leaving his father behind. Peter was lying on the ground – in his suit – and couldn’t do anything. He tried to scream and stand up, but his body wasn’t reacting to anything. Suddenly, he was in the room where Steve walked into. Wade was tied up to a chair and Steve was also screaming to him, but Wade looked like he didn’t give a single damn, just as always. Then Steve grabbed a bat, which looked exactly liked the one the car thieves had. He began to hit Wade, and the chair fell on the ground, his face pointed towards Peter. He smiled at Pete, but blood was dripping through his black and red suit on the ground and creating a small pool. Then Wade closed his eyes.

Peter woke up in the Wade’s apartment. He sweated and cried, relieved it was a dream, but frightened because it seemed real. Was that what would happen when Steve and Tony would find out he was Spiderman? And if they found out he had something with Wade – he knew Steve would never do anything like that. He would never hit Tony, neither tie Wade to a chair and kill him, only because Peter liked him.
He tried to call Wade, who was probably in another room, but only a soft groan left his mouth. Immediately, pain struck his head and tears jumped in the corners of his eyes again.
‘Wade,’ he softly said again, ignoring the headache. ‘Wade...’
His throat began to hurt and his sight went black for a moment – then he closed his eyes again, hoping Wade heard him.   

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The drugs helped Tony a little, he felt his headache slowly fading away, though that stopped soon enough, letting just a little discomfort linger through his head. Without saying a word, Tony laid down, waiting for Steve to accompany him. The peaceful silence was only disturbed by Steve’s phone, which allowed Tony to close his eyes and not think of anything. When Steve’d given up calling, Tony focused his ears. ''If you need something or want me to do something, just say it. I'll take care of you, just like I always do.'' That sentence made him smile, even though his stomach still hurt like hell. ‘Thanks,’ he mumbled, still smiling, ‘Could you... could you get me some chocolate? I have kind of a craving.’ Tony then realised how stupid it sounded; he’d almost fallen off some stairs and now all he was asking for was chocolate. Oh well, no-one can help their cravings. 

Peter was relieved when he heard the footsteps of Wade coming down the room where he was in. 
'Hey, had a bad dream?' Wade asked. Peter felt his hand touching and sliding down his cheek. His hand was slightly warm and softer than he expected it to be. It gave a pleasant feeling and Peter looked and smiled at Wade. He loved it when Wade showed his sensitive side, although moments like these weren’t common.
Wade removed his hand and sat down next to him. Peter turned his head and moved a little closer to him. Suddenly Wade bowed forwards and cuddled him, and Peter snuggled to his chest.
‘It’s okay Petey, you’ll get better. I’ll bring you home tonight, ‘kay?’ Wade asked softly.
Peter shook his head. ‘I want to stay with you.’

Wade smiled after Peter said that. It was the truth, he wasn't currently looking forward to coming home. Steve and Tony would probably be over caring and would've immediately called a doctor, and he also wasn't looking forward to lying in the hospital for a few weeks. He also had the feeling - he didn't know why - that the disease or virus he had wasn’t anything normal and that none of the hospitals nearby would be able to cure it.
‘I would love to keep you here,’ Wade smiled. He began to stroke his back.
‘Do you want something? Warmer clothes, a bath, some food or a drink perhaps?’ Wade asked grinning.
‘Clean clothes would be nice,’ Peter answered softly. His suit was pretty dirty, and if his parents would look for him, this was probably the second place where they’d look – the first one being his room – and if they would see him in his suit, he’d be pretty screwed.
Peter wasn’t really looking forward to putting the clothes on, because every move he made hurt him and made his headache worse.
He looked at Wade, and blushed. ‘But could you please help me with it?’