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Peter paused, stopping just a few feet from the door to the gym.
“He’s what?” He whispered, making sure he wouldn’t be heard by the others in the room.
“Oh you know, chasing me down and stuff, just the usual.” Wade nonchalantly said into the phone.
“One, how did he find you? And two, what are you even doing in queens!” Peter said, glancing up as if he could see if Friday was listening, which she probably was, but hopefully the conversation wouldn’t set too much suspicion off. He wasn’t sure how well she could hear him when talking, but he tried not to be too loud so that she wouldn’t be able to pick up his speech.
”I was going to see you, I just saw him on the way, got curious and now I'm here. Now could you answer my question!” Wade yelled.
”shhh keep your voice down, the others are near.” Peter said, looking towards the doors. “I texted you, the avengers are interested in the team.” Peter finished, shifting slightly away from the entrance.
”What do you mean ‘interested’?” Wade asked skeptidly.
”Like they want you guys to join.” Peter said hastily.
“Yeah I got that, don’t they already know you’re on the team? I mean think that’s plenty of red. just tell them that we don't wanna joi-“
“They don't know that I know you guys.” Peter interrupted, closing his eyes as if he was expecting some sort of blow.
“Baby boy, I need you to say that again, I don't think I heard you right. Wade said. “I thought you said that you haven’t told them about this little rendezvous that you have going on.”
“I haven’t told them yet!” Peter said, “What am I supposed to say, ‘oh Mr Stark by the way I'm working with those possible criminals that you're trying to hunt down right now, sorry for not telling you’?”
”Yes, that! I don't want the entirety of the Avengers on my ass while I'm trying to work!” Wade replied, “I thought you already told them!”
”I literally told you that I can talk whenever in the tower or on a mission with the Avengers. Hell I’ve told you that I haven’t told the avengers straight to your face, were you not listening when I was speaking to you guys about it!” Peter said in a borderline venomous tone.
“Peter, do I look like I'm listening, that’s Matt’s job. I’m more of the looks guy” Wade said very matter of factly.
”Oh my god.” Peter said, pinching the space between his brows. “Ok fine just, wait tight for now. I'll go find you and get Steve off you. Just stay out of sight for now.” Peter said, walking back towards the doors.
“Trust me, I don't plan on going anywhere.” Wade said, “we’re near the safehouse, just a block down, close to that donut shop you really like.”
Peter hung up, pocketing the phone as the automatic door opened. “Hey Mr. Stark, I need to go, uhh aunt may have said that I left something.” Peter said, swiveling on his heel and quickly stepping away.
“Wait Peter, I need to talk to you.“ Tony said, standing up.
”Sorry it’s important!” Peter yelled before breaking into a sprint.
”Wait kid!” Tony yelled as he watched Peter run off.
“Do you think he heard us?” Clint asked.
“Are you serious, the Punisher?” Tony said befuddled.
“The vigilante community is tight, you’d be surprised how much we know about each other.” Clint replied, taking another bite out of the apple.
“Yeah, but it's the punisher, Peter shouldn’t be anywhere near people like that! What if one of them decides to do something to him!” Tony stressed.
”I wouldn’t count on it, he's got a weird soft spot for the kid. I think I’ve seen Peter walk the guy's dog once.” Clint said.
”He walked the punisher's dog?” Tony sounded out slowly, like he was trying to make sense of the words that had just come out of his mouth.
”It's a cute dog, his name is Max, I got to pet him once.” Clint replied, sitting down on the spot Tony had abandoned before the other man could sit back down again. Tony just looked at him dumbfoundedly while still trying to wrap his head around the idea of Peter walking a known serial killer's pet.
Peter ran to the evavater, the doors shutting behind him. “Friday, ground floor.” He said, talking off his jumper.
“Are you sure peter? I believe that Mr. Stark would like to have a word with you.” She replied
”Friday please, this is important.” He whined.
”Of course peter.” She said, sending him down.
Mays was going to kill him, but it was Peter Parker who was grounded, not spider-man. He tugged off his shirt, revealing the spider emblem on his suit. The good thing about spandex was the ability to hide it under clothes, and he sure as hell needed to hide it today if he wanted to go out.
He ran out of the elevator as the doors opened, quickly making it out of the door of the building as many confused pedestrians watched. It wasn’t all that often for people to see Spider-Man out this side of the city, so the gawks and awes weren’t all that unexpected. Most people in queens didn't even notice him, after about the third week people sort of just stopped caring. But that’s New York for you.
He webbed a building, pulling himself to it. He landed on the ledge and chucked his clothes in the center of the roof, webbing it down. He didn't really feel like carrying them all the way back to queens. But last time he had left his clothes in a discreet area, they had been stolen, and It was a really good shirt too. so he now webbed down his clothes whenever he leaves them anywhere. It’s an annoying routine and he doesn’t like wasting his web fluid normally, but he doesn’t want any creeps stealing his clothes again.
He jumped off, webbing a light pole and swung towards queens.