#protective!wade

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I’ll tell no lies by Azraelle_Gaunt (4/4 77262)

When a series of murders take place, Peter Parker goes undercover in Sister Margaret’s to get intel on Tony Stark’s prime suspect: Deadpool. Except, Peter is horrible at lying and this seems like a dreadful idea. Peter goes in hoping to get enough information so that Spider-Man can save the day, but like everything in Peter’s life, it becomes a bit more complicated than that.

[not-close-to-straight]

Secrets (Part Two) (Trans!Peter)

For those who haven't read PART ONE--- Peter is Tom Holland/15 years old, the relationship between he and Deadpool is strictly platonic. This is not Spideypool shipping, this is just a friendship.

Trans!Peter and protective dad!Tony and protective friend!Wade

PART THREE HERE

************************* “You’re gonna stay with me, right?” Peter asked nervously and Wade patted his shoulder comfortingly.

“Not going anywhere Spidey. Just here for support.”

“Thanks.” Peter rubbed at his chest, tugging uncomfortably on his binder.

“You alright? Do we need to loosen it?” Wade was still in full costume, mask and katanas and all, but he started pulling his gloves off to help Peter if needed.

“No.” Peter shook his head. “No it's fine, just… just feeling super noticeable right now.”

“Not noticeable.” Wade assured him. “Since we got rid of that ugly black thing, this nude one blends in a lot better.”

“Ok.” Peter took a deep breath. “Okay. Let’s go.”

Wade kept a big hand on Peter's shoulders as they headed into the living room of the Avengers compound, sitting down together on the couch across from where Tony was sitting, jotting notes down as he read through a file.

“Deadpool. You take your hand off my kid or I'm gonna break it off.” Tony said without even looking up and Wade laughed before removing his hand and leaning back, folding his arms over his chest.

“What are you even doing here?” Tony continued. “I feel like last time you and I ran into each other, you tried to do something stupid and I served you a nice heaping pile of I think the fuck not. Come back for another---”

“Mr Stark.” Peter interrupted before Tony could unleash some sort of verbal destruction on the mercenary. “I really need to talk to you.”

“What's up, kiddo?” Tony put his file down instantly, leaning forward and clasping his hands loosely between his knees. “Everything alright?”

“Mr Stark--” Peter looked at Wade for encouragement, who sent him a thumbs up and decided to just jump right in. “I am-- I am--trans.”

Silence.

Peter took a deep breath and pulled his t shirt off, exposing both his binder and the slightly reddened spot where he took his injections. “I'm um… This is who I am. Or I guess, who I’m trying to be? Trying to make the--the outside match the inside.” 

Silence.

“I um-- you know. Born a-a girl? But that’s not who I am. I mean born physically a girl. But I knew-- I always knew--” Peter was starting to stutter when Tony kept looking at him without saying anything. “This was a bad idea, wasn’t it? Mr. Stark, could you say something? Anything? You’re making me really nervous.” 

Deadpool patted at his back to keep him calm, and Tony’s eyes flicked to the merc’s hand, to the concern evident in the big man’s posture, then back to Peter.

Then, “Trans.” Tony said flatly. “So. What is that? Transsexual? Transgender? Is there a difference? Is that a-- a thing? I don't even know.” He waved it off and took a deep breath. “Okay. Trans. Alright. How long? Can I ask that?”

“I've been transitioning for close to a year.” Peter offered, relieved that the man had finally said something, even if it was just a bunch of questions. “I take testosterone injections, and wear a binder to keep everything--” he made a motion over his chest. “It's been more difficult to hide with being Spider-Man but--but I'm working on it. And I feel better, now. Less like I’m trapped in someone else’s body. And it’s-- it’s transgender. By the way. Not-- not transsexual.” 

“Okay.” Tony nodded. “Transgender. Alright.”

“So--” Peter spread his hands uncertainly. “So, I wanted you to know.”

“Did you tell this one before you told me?” Tony pointed at Wade, who made an offended noise at being called this one. 

“I didn’t mean to, but Wade found me when I was hurt one night--”

“--hurt?!”

“--I was fine. But Wade had to help me and he found out and-- and you know it was nice to have someone know, kind of a relief really, and I didn't want to hide it from you anymore. I don't want you to feel like I'm lying to you about anything. Aunt May says--”

“May knows?” Tony interrupted. “About the binding and the shots and this guy?”

“Well maybe not about me hanging out with Pool, but I mean, yeah. Everything else. She has to pay for the injections so--.”

“Okay.” Tony folded his arms. “Well then I'm gonna need the suit back.”

“Mr Stark!” Peter cried, suddenly much closer to tears than he’d been just a moment before. “Why would you--”

“Check it out, Iron Dildo.” Wade snapped, and leaned forward with something like a growl. “How bout you back the fuck off, see that this kid is trying to be honest with you and you being an asshole isn’t going to---”

“Hey, guy who kills people for money? How about you shut up for two minutes and let me talk?” Tony retorted. “Peter, give me your suit.”

Peter reached into his back slowly and pulled out the suit, handing it over to Tony with shaking hands.

Tony turned it over a few times, looking at it thoughtfully. “So.” he cleared his throat. “So should we talk about redesigning this with a binder built in? So you don't have to wear one in addition to the suit? Or would that be uncomfortable?”

“Wh--What?” Peter ran his fingers through his hair. “Um, what?”

“Is a binder built into your suit too uncomfortable?” Tony asked again. “Like does it need to be something like a corset sort of thing? Or hooks? Or since your suit tightens around you automatically do I need to upgrade where it holds around your chest? Or would you rather just-- Pete? You alright, Pete?”

“I'm fine.” The fifteen year old covered his face with his hands. “I'm fine, it's just---” his voice caught and Tony's eyes softened. “I didn’t expect you to-- thank you.” 

“You just let me know how to make this easier for you, okay? I don’t know anything about anything like this, so you’ll have to speak up when I use the wrong words or say something stupid-- you’ll have to help me out with that sort of thing.” 

“Sure thing.” Peter wiped his eyes and sat back up. “Um, thank you, Mr Stark. Again.” 

“Also.” Tony made a show of picking up his tablet, scrolling through some documents until he apparently found which ever one he was looking for. “I noticed you haven't signed up for the insurance program available to you through the Stark Internship. Recently it was decided that insurance will now cover binders and testosterone injections and all the...things that I don't know about that goes with that sort of thing.”

“Recently?” Wade repeated, sounding skeptical, and Tony sent him a narrowed eyed glare.

“Yes, Mr. Wilson. Recently. As in within the last ten minutes. Is that a problem?”

Wade held up his hands peacefully, and both the adults turned to look at Peter, who still looked like he might cry any second.

“Mr. Stark---”

“You don't ever have to be afraid to tell me things like this.” Tony's voice was gruff, and he pulled his sunglasses out of his shirt pocket to cram on his face. “Tell Aunt May that your internship will be covering any and all costs associated with you… transitioning. Is that the right word? I don't want to say the wrong thing-- I need to do some research, I think. Homework. Thought I was done with that sort of thing when I left school but I guess I’ll be hitting the books tonight.” 

Tony blew out a deep breath and looked between the two of them.

“Anything else you want to tell me? Like that maybe you two are dating? Because Deadpool I swear to god if you are even looking at my kid wrong I'm gonna rip you apart and drop the pieces from the sky. Lets see if you can regenerate from that.”

“Gross.” Wade snorted. “He’s like eight.”

“I'm fifteen guys.” Peter interjected.

“It doesn’t matter!” “It doesn't matter!”

Wade and Tony yelled at the same time, then glared at each other for a minute.

“Well kiddo.” Tony finally sent Peter a smile. “Anything else today? Because I feel like you have homework, and apparently I have homework too if I’m going to help with--” he took another breath. “If you want me to help, I mean. I want to make sure I do my research, yeah?”

“I have some Spanish to do.” Peter nodded and reached to put his shirt back on. “No, I-- I guess that's it. I just wanted you to know.” 

“Well, you know where the door is if you want to talk.” A brief pause, and, “Thanks, Pete. Means alot for you to trust me with this.” 

Peter didn't even hesitate, just stood up and leaned over Tony's chair to give him a hug. “Thank you. This was...easier than I thought it would be.”

“Whatever you need, Underroos. You know that.” Tony patted his back. “Now get. Spanish homework.”

Tony waved at Peter, glared at Deadpool, and waited until they had left before picking his tablet back up, settling in for a long night of researching everything and anything related to helping support teenagers who were transitioning.

A throat being cleared made him look up.  

“For the love of-- didn't I kick you out?”

Wade shrugged. “I'm just laying this out there-- the whole protective dad thing one hundred percent does it for me. So if you ever decide to unclench enough to have some fun, call me.”

“Get out!” Tony cried, but he was smiling, and Wade was going to count that as a victory. *******************

“What were you doing?” Peter frowned up at the mercenary when he finally showed up at the door.

“Asking your dad out.”  

“That's disgusting.” Peter complained and punched Wade's shoulder hard enough to send him reeling a few steps. “Don't do that.”

Several minutes later, Peter added. “Mr Stark isn’t my dad.”

“Yeah, you waited too long to say that. I officially vote for Iron Man to be your dad.”

“...yeah me too.”

******************

[starspangledsprocket]

"I'm going to kill them."

"No you aren't, Tony."

"I'm going to go put the suit on and repulsor them in their tiny, little girl balls." 

"Sweetheart, I know you're upset, but there are two things wrong with that sentence -"

"Wade, get your shit, because I've got a job for you -"

"Tony!" Pops snapped, grabbing his husband by the arm to stop him pacing up and down the living room. 

On the other side of the room, on the couch, Peter grabbed hold of Wade and yanked him back down next to him. "Don't you dare listen to anything my Dad says when he's mad like this."

"You're damn right I'm mad!" his Dad spat, visibly bristling under Pops' hold. "Now tell us, again, what they actually said to you, Pete."

Peter sighed. "They didn't say much at all. They're not that bright, shockingly, but they managed to slip in a few 'Iron Man is a faggot's and 'America doesn't take it up the ass, so your Pops shouldn't either's before they started punching me."

Pops cut his Dad off with a single look before he could comment on the nature of the second comment, apparently. 

"He was in a pitiful state when I found him," Wade added helpfully, oblivious to the way his dads were now staring - horrified - at them. "His nose was like the Niagara Falls.. if Niagara Falls had blood and not water -"

"Enough, Wade," Peter hissed with an elbow to his boyfriend's side. 

"I'm going to call the school," Pops decided, climbing to his feet. 

"I've already told them, Pops. There's nothing they can do; it wasn't on school premises," Peter sighed. 

"I don't understand why you didn't just hit 'em back, Pete. You could have taken them, no problem!"

"Tony! Fighting isn't the answer!"

"I have my spider powers now, Dad," Peter shrugged, "so it's not like I can't take a beating. Plus, I probably would have put a hole in their faces if I punched back, and I don't think even your money could have bailed me out of jail for that."

"You did good, Peter, not fighting back," his Pops nodded. "You didn't stoop to their level, and I'm proud of you."

"But he's got to assert his dominance somehow!" Dad disagreed, shaking his head. "They're going to think he's easy pickings and just keep doing it, otherwise!"

"It's not a do or die situation, Tony. We'll just send someone to pick him up from school -"

"He's nearly eighteen years old, Steve! He shouldn't need someone to pick him up from school anymore!" 

"Then what do you suggest, Tony? Other than having him put them in hospital?" 

As his fathers continued to fight over the best course of action, Peter leaned into Wade's side and sighed heavily. 

"You okay, Peteroo?" he asked, looping an arm around Peter's shoulders. 

"Yeah, I just... it scared me, y'know? Even if I could have fought back without doing any serious damage, I think I would have been too shocked to even think of doing it."

He felt Wade's chest rumble in a possessive growl at his words, before, without warning, he slipped sideways as the man jumped to his feet. 

"Where are you going?" Peter asked, startled. 

"For a walk," Wade replied cryptically. 

"Wade, please, just don't put their heads on spikes, or something, okay?" he begged, and just got a little smirk in return. 

---

The next day, when he arrived at school, there was an unnaturally large crowd gathered around one of the flowerbeds. Swallowing thickly at what he might find, Peter pushed his way through the muttering crowd to the front, and felt his jaw drop open. 

Embedded into the flowerbeds were three long, wooden stakes, and, pierced on top of the stakes, were the decapitated heads of stuffed animals. Underneath that, a sign had been propped up, on which you're next, homophobes had been scrawled in very familiar handwriting. 

"Mr Snuggle-Muffins!" came a shrill yell from somewhere to Peter's right, before Flash appeared out of nowhere - obviously distressed - as he tried to wrench one of the animal heads from a spike. Around them, people burst into jeers and laughter. 

At a sudden tweeting sound, Peter pulled his phone out of his pocket and stared at the new message for a few moments, before he couldn't help but laugh, too. 

You said I couldn't put their heads on spikes, so this is my compromise. I'll be there to pick you up later. Love you, short-stack. - WW