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Peter Parker wasn't having the best time right now. He was sitting on a rooftop waiting for Deadpool to show up, they had agreed to meet at 7pm and it was currently 6.30pm. Yes he was early, but he just couldn't sit in the cold warehouse he was living in, it was somehow colder than it was outside and it was only mid-autumn. He pushed down a shiver and extended his senses, trying to find Wade, but there was too much noise, so he just opted to waiting without a clue when the merc would arrive.

About an hour later Wade showed up.

"Jeez, sorry Spidey, I had to try the new tacos the cart on 13th was selling, and Jesus they were amazing, worth to die for, I brought you some so eat," he pushed 8 tacos to Peter, Wade was probably the reason he was still alive, "and before that Weasel complained about needing a new server or whatever for like 30 minutes!"

That got Peters attention, he knew that Wade went to a merc bar called Sister Margaret's school for Wayward Children and he knew that Wades friend Weasel(who named their child Weasel?) ran the bar so maybe he could say that he was Wades friend and get a job, it's not like merc bars controlled IDs, but then he remembered that he didn't exist so Wade couldn't know him, but maybe he could just show up anyway?

"Ohh Spideyyyyyy???? You there baby-boy? You're starin at me quite freakily, if you didn't have your mask your eyes would probably be soulless" Wade said in a worried tone.

"Yeah, just thinking the best way to take down the Irish now that you showed up late, thank for the food by the way" Peter tried to give him a smile, which would have failed had he not already pulled his mask down.

"No problem Spidey, most of the time you look like a starving puppy so I gotta feed you, you're getting enough food right?" Wade asked cheerfully but sounded worried.

"Yeah, I got enough at home, just usually forget to eat" which wasn't a lie, he had stored food that could feed him better, but that was for the winter that was showing signs of coming early so he couldn't touch it yet. If Peter could see his face, Wade would have been concerned but decided to drop it.

"Alright, lets get to work and then I'll get us some celebratory chimichangas. Onward!!!" Wade said and stepped off the roof, with Peter following him, picking him up with a web so that he wouldn't die and some poor soul didn't have to sponge brains off the streets, swinging them toward the Irish mob base.

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The raid was successful, Peter didn't have to tell Wade not to kill anyone. Sure he didn't like it, but he didn't actively say he or mr.castle had to keep people alive like DD, he understood that some people deserved to die and frankly he didn't have enough energy to tell them otherwise.

"Hey, you said that Weasel needs a new employee, if one was to apply, what would they need to do?" Peter interrupted Wade's rant about how Pinkie Pie was the best pony in MLP.

"You wanna apply Spidey-baby? I thought this was your full time job?"

"Nah, I just wanna know what the poor dude would have to do if Weasel ranted to you about needing to find a new guy for 30 minutes."

"I dunno really, but Weas hates putting the ad up, has to make sure no normal guy or cop finds it, but that the right people will be able to, says it takes too much time being sober." He got lost in thought for five seconds before blurting out "she stared at drying paint for her friends, she's clearly the best!"

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Getting back to the warehouse was always the worst, he had to make sure no one followed him, not that he was concerned that Wade would do that, but more like the S.H.I.E.L.D agents that had started to bug him and the other vigilantes so he didn't want to deal with them, or God forbid(blasphemy in DDs voice) the Avengers trying to talk to him. Sure he didn't really talk to them outside being with Mr.Stark, but he would say they liked him. Now that the Avengers were together again they've been trying to get some of the vigilantes to join them, but that hasn't worked so they might start to capture all those against them to make them work with them. A year ago he would have said yes to working together but he didn't need to do that anymore, he had DD, Wade, Frank, Jess, Danny and Luke. Besides, if he would say yes he couldn't do the small stuff anymore, like getting cats out of trees. Instead he would have to train(which he already did with the other vigilantes thank you very much), be apart of team building exercises and report his every move to S.H.I.E.L.D, probrably be experimented on to find more about his abilities and to find a way to cancel them in case he goes rouge, so no thank you, he was not a government spider.

He swung into an alley which was empty, quickly changed out of his suit and stuffed it into his bag and begun walking towards his warehouse, you can't have anyone seeing Spider-Man going into an abandoned warehouse with no gang activity in it. He quickly climbed up the wall to one of the six opening windows, slid in and went to his "bed", which was a thin mattress with three thin blankets and a lumpy pillow and face planted onto it and fell asleep, ignoring the coldness, hunger and pain.

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Waking up was cold. Who would have guessed that sleeping without heating in mid-autumn was gonna be cold. He took some of his money which he hated doing because he might need it later and if he uses it now then it's wasting it, but he needed to find the ad so he wouldn't seem like a creep. He went to an internet cafe, paid the fee and started working. It took him an embarrassing 45 minutes to locate the ad, look up the location and memorize it. Had he had Karen he could have done it in ten and Ned could have done it in five but beggars can't be choosers. The bar opened at 9pm so he should be there about an hour earlier. Was that a bit much, sure, did he still feel the need to do that, yes. Currently it was 5pm, he had two and a half hours before he needed to get going, he needed to get something to eat and get back to the warehouse in that time. Finding food was always the worst. Sure, people gave him food if he looked sad enough, but he didn't like using that tactic because the people who actually needed the food wouldn't get it. If he patrolled with the others they would usually buy food and give him some, but today they didn't have anything planned so he had to wait four days to go to group training where everyone excluding him bought food. He had tried to buy some but he almost got maimed by Daredevil because he supposedly sounded like he was borderline starving half the time, which rude, can't a guy pay people back? The answer was a broken nose and a burger shoved into his mouth.

He went to a bakery that had closed an hour earlier and jumped into the dumpster. Now, was that gross? The answer would have been yes if the dumpster wasn't cleanish. He had found that out when the villain of seven weeks ago had dropped him in here and it still had some great pastries in there, so he came here every tuesday and thursday after closing to see if they had anything edible in there. Today there were three dull croissants and a bacon muffin so a really good dive. He happily walked back to the warehouse eating the muffin and ignoring the stares he was getting.

When he got back to the warehouse he had eaten all the food. He had thought about storing them for later but they were already old so nothing he could do but eat. He pulled on the huge Punisher hoodie that Daredevil had given him when Peter had gotten shot seven times. DD had taken him into a safehouse with an awful couch, stitched him up, said that his hoodie(the Iron Spider didn't recognize him anymore so he had to improvise ok?) was ruined, threw him a hoodie from the bedroom which Peter was 90% sure that Mr.Castle had bought not Daredevil himself because it was too big on DD and he doubted that DD would buy something like that. Then DD said that when Peter healed he would take him to a guy that made suits and get Peter a proper suit. When Peter got home he may or may not have cried because someone cared about him so they will die but he wanted to keep DD and the others around so call him selfish but he will take everything he can. Then he pulled on the cargo pants, not thinking about the history of a hoodie, looked down on himself and thought, wow, I look homeless, ironic isn't it?

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Hellhouse doesn't look very inviting, but he needed the money and he has lived trough worse things than a shitty bar. He could hear someone in the bar, swallowed his nerves and knocked on the door.

"The bar doesn't open until 9, so fuck off!" Someone yelled from the bar.

"I'm here for the job? I saw the ad online and I need the money." Peter nervously said. The door opened and a guy with long hair and glasses stood in front of him.

"Jesus Christ you're a kid! How on earth did you find the ad? Actually no, did the police send you?" He looked like he was trying to look scary but he was failing miserably, maybe if Peter didn't fight with gangs every week it would work a bit better, but he doubted it.

"No they didn't, I opened a computer and looked for jobs, this one payed the best so I thought, hey, try it out. But if you don't want me here I can go." Sure, he probably won't get the job, but it's worth a try.

"You ever served drinks? Don't need to ask about customer service, they don't give a fuck. Also, if your favorite My Little Pony pony isn't Pinkie Pie you will get a three hour collage level lecture from Wade so just say that Pinkie Pie is the best and you'll be fine. Also also gonna need to give you a name, using your real name is like a death sentence here. Come on, you're gonna swipe the floor, tables and if needed update the Dead Pool, you get a week of tryouts where you only get half the tips, and then it's 20$ an hour and half the tips, don't touch the alcohol unless I say so." Weasel looked mad at himself for letting a kid work at a place like this but hey, Peter gets money so he can't complain, aside the Pinkie Pie lecture, he has that thing memorized and still proudly thinks that Rarity is the best. He was also very surprised that it worked so quick, he had been ready to beg, but that may or may not have been because Weasel was drunk.

The bar wasn't that bad. Yeah it was dirty but not that bad, at the same time he lives in a warehouse so what does he know? He wiped the tables, floors and glasses that never got clean, just cleaner in 40 minutes, so Weasel showed him how to pour some drinks which he already knew how to do, but he won't tell the man that the kid he thinks is 14 knows how to pour alcohol. Then it hit 9pm and people started pouring in so he got up and went to a table.

"Hello, what can I get you?" Peter didn't put on the customer service face cause these guys didn't seem like they would like some overly happy kid trying to make tips ruin the vibe of the place.

"Who the fuck are you?" A big guy who already smelled a bit drunk asked him very rudely, Peter was just doing his job. He let out the Disappointed Daredevil Sigh™.

"Look man, I just want to take your order, bring it to Weasel, get your drink to you and be on my merry way, also can't give you a name cause Weasel said that that was a no go so do what you want with that information." Somehow that worked and he told Weasel to get 16 shots of vodka and got handed the full bottle and no shot glasses, ok then Weasel.

He got trough 8 tables and it seemed that people were skeptical towards him but not too rude, Wade hadn't shown up which he didn't know if that was good or not. He went to a table which had five girls sitting there,one with at least three guns on her, one with a collections of daggers, one with two shortswords, one with a literal grenade launcher and one who smelled mutant. Now they seemed like he could become friends with.

"Hi how are you and what can I get for you?" Peter put on a smile for the first time since the bar opened.

"OMG you look adorable, how did you end up in a shithole like this? I'm Kitty, could i get mojito?" the girl with the daggers said, Peter nodded and looked at the others.

"I'll get a cognac, names Artemis." the grenade launcher gal said, like how cool was that.

"We'll all get two shots of tequila, I'm Erika, that's Rose and that's Sky." said the girl with shortswords and pointing to the girl with guns and then to the mutant.

"Well, nice to meet you Kitty, Artemis, Erika, Rose and Sky, can't give you my name or Weasel will kill me so just yell Marco and I'll pop up with a polo." Peter replied and went to get the drinks.

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Overall the shift was great, he made some new friends, got to know some people, heard crazy stories and made 200$ so he could probably buy something for the vigilante meetup coming saturday and also get better clothes and blankets. Weasel was cleaning the glasses while he was mopping the floor when the door opened, his Spidey Sense didn't kick in so he didn't pay it any mind when suddenly someone yelled very loudly "OMG Weasel that is a child mopping the floors, why is there a child in Hellhouse and why is it mopping the floors?!" He turned around and saw Wade in his full Deadpool getup and carrying what Peter could identify as two bags of burgers and fries staring between him and Weasel, mouth probably agape.

"Um, hi? I work here?" he said suddenly not very sure of that answer.

"Yeah, came here wanting the job, gave him the job so now he works here, trust me I am also not happy with a child in this shithole, but hey, he works good and got along with everyone." Weasel shrugged and went back to cleaning, Peter was about to do the same when Wade came up, dropped the bags and took his face in his hands, turning it as if to see if he was hurt.

"You are adorable, not in the pedo way more of the wine aunt way, but you should eat more, the hoodie is basically swallowing you, also my friend needs to see it, it would be hilarious, here take a burger, also also what is your name? Now, an even more important question, who is your favorite pony for MLP?" and that was how Peter ended up sitting on a barstool at 4.30am, eating a burger and arguing with Wade about ponies and Weasel looking like he wants to die(same man).

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Getting home was actually ok, he had a full stomach and he was warm enough. Wade was picking him a nickname between Babmi(because of you eyes), Ferret(come on, it would fit the theme and you're like a friendly Weasel, so ferret) or Mouse(you're so small, like a mouse). Peter honestly didn't mind what they called him as long as he could be around them, yes they did activate the dangerousbecareful but not the runrunrun part of the sense so it was fine. He slipped in the third window, went to the bathroom, rebandaged a bulletwound, went to the bed and fell asleep.

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It was saturday so it was time for the vigilante meetup. Sometimes they would take down some big villain together, patrol together which always scared the shit out of every criminal, sometimes Peter and Wade could convince everyone to do silly things during those patrols, his favorite being the time when some guys were trying to kidnap three children when they heard "high on a hill was a lonely goatherd, lay ee odl lay ee odl lay hee hoo" sung perfectly by Daredevil, Deadpool and the Punisher(DD was drunk enough that he agreed and had somehow convinced Mr. Castle to join them), needless to say the guys were scared shitless and the kids loved it. Sometimes they would just train and sometimes they would just hang out and have a blast.

Today it was one where they would take down a gang and go hang out DDs safehouse, which Peter was 50% sure was his actual apartment, but hey, not everyone can afford safehouses and the place wasn't too shabby. They were supposed to meet in Hell's Kitchen and then go to the gangs base. Once again Peter was 30 minutes early on the rooftop, swinging his legs and humming Do-Re-Mi from Sound of Music. They had watched it after Mr. Castle had insisted on a musical for some reason and had argued between Hamilton, Sound of Music and Heathers. They picked Sound of Music and today would watch Hamilton if everything went fine.

"You're here early" Daredevil said as he sat beside him. The sentence sounded like a question.

"Wanted to make sure it was safe" he replied. After the spell, Peter started hyper analyzing everything and everyone. If he was doing anything that had a set time, he was going to be there early to make sure that nothing he could stop would go wrong.

"We're going to fight a gang, I don't think that that's safe" Daredevil said amused but confused.

"I don't think that I could go there and say, oh hey, I'll come to fight you in an hour, but can I first make sure that everything is safe? It's more like I listen to the city and the others, if anyone joins the gang I'll know about it and if any of us is injured, I can cover them better" he said happily, but even he knew that it was a bit weird to do that.

Daredevil nodded and they sat in silence. Peter liked DD. He was smart and efficient at the job and when they were just doing nothing he was really cool. But every time Peter was with him he remembered everything the man has done for him, training him in hand-to-hand when he found out that Stark hadn't bothered to done that, he got him a new suit and had bought Peter so much food that Peter couldn't even keep track of. So Peter needed to find a way to pay the man back, which thinking about his current financial place was a bit hard to do.

Frank showed up next, looked at them, sighed and sat down beside DD and stared at the city with them. It seemed weirdly domestic and every second made Peter want to cry, run, or run and cry. At the same time he wanted to stay there forever. That was of course the time that Wade decided to pop up.

"Frankie you will not believe who started working at Hellhouse. It's a tiny you, like a really tiny you, as small as Spidey. He always wears a Punisher hoodie that is WAY too big on him. I have named him Ferret and he is my child" Wade declared proudly while Peter tensed up at the mention of Ferret, aka HIM! But he's really happy Wade seems to like him. He declared him his child!

"You said a CHILD as small as Spidey, who is that small because of his powers, is working at Hellhouse and interracting with you. And why did you name him and why choose Ferret?" DD asked him on sounded like he was gonna maim someone if he didn't get a good explanation.

"Yeah, don't know how old he is, our current bet is 14, kid looks like he's starving. Weasel says it's bad to give your name to mercenaries which is fair and Ferret fit the theme! And fuck you I am great with children" Wade declared with great insultment in the last sentence.

"Whats that about a starving 14 year old kid?" Luke asked. He, Jessica and Danny had just arrived.

"Wade has contributed to child labour in Hellhouse. The kid is apparently starving, 14, been named Ferret by Wade and is a fan of Franks" Daredevil replied while getting up and offering Frank and Peter hands and pulling them up.

"Yeah that's not okay" Danny said.

"What's not ok is that there is a gang running a human trafficking ring that we should be stopping" Peter said, which earned him baffled looks from everyone. "I'm not saying that child labour is good, I'm saying that the kid made his choice, if you want we can talk about him later but right now we need to get going so chop chop!" Did he sound like an asshole? Yes, absolutely, but he didn't want them to talk about him to him.

"Ok, Deadpool, Luke and Punisher, you go trough the front door and get everyone's attention while me and Spider-Man knock them out more quietly and Jess and Iron Fist, you try to get to the people and get them out and away from the gunfire." Daredevil said and everyone started making their way towards the warehouse where the gang was positioned. The warehouse was coincidentally a block away from the one where he lives.

When he got to the warehouse he saw that two of the windows were open, he signaled to the others that he and DD were going to get in from there, Danny and Jess follow them because the only other entrance was the front door that Deadpool, Luke and Frank were going to go trough the second he, DD, Danny and Jess went in. He went first and landed on the mezzanine floor that was piled with boxes smelling of drugs. Other that that it was clear so he signaled the ok and the others came in. Danny and Jess went down to locate the people and DD went to the left of the bad guys so he went right. Wade and Frank came in guns blazing and Luke went and punched the closest person he saw. Peter webbed up a guy on the left and went to knock out someone next to the webbed dude. His Spidey sense tingled and he dodged a bullet. Somehow he and DD had been seen, even though they had been hiding, so there was probably some kind of mutant with a locating power. There were 26 guys standing, 5 unconscious and about 20 people in a shipping container near the back of the warehouse where Iron Fist and Jessica were heading. Spider-Man ran towards the guy who had tried to shoot him, punched him in the face, took his gun and broke it and threw the parts away. He knocked the guy out.

The Spidey sense turned up, but he didn't react in time and got a bullet in his thigh. The adrenaline kept the pain to a minimum but it was going to be a bitch to dig out. He saw Daredevil take out the guy that had shot him.

"Get behind something" Frank yelled. Spider-Man dove behind some convenient boxes and heard a big bang. Frank had thrown a grenade. Probably because he had seen the mess that was happening. The gang seemed to know that they would show up but how? Peter needed to get an answer but he also needed to focus on the fight. He dashed out from behind the boxes and shot webs at two guys trying to get to Jess who was prying the container open while Iron Fist was fighting some thugs nearby. Spider-Man headed towards Daredevil who was surrounded by ten thugs. He knew that Daredevil could take care of himself but the had a sprained wrist and the grenade probably hurt his senses because he was looking a bit confused. He kicked a guy and threw one against a wall and webbed him there. A guy tried to shoot Daredevil but Spider-Man got in front of the bullet, took the gun and hit the man on the head with it, knocking him out.

Peter looked around and it looked like they had beaten everyone. Jess had gotten to the people and Luke was already making his way towards them, probably because he was the best comforter aside Peter who was bleeding from two bullet wounds, one in his thigh and on in his abdomen. Daredevil was swaying lightly on his feet and had a few bruises so for him a great day, Frank had been grazed by a bullet and was already wrapping a bandage around it and Luke, Danny, Jessica and Wade were fine. All in all a success.

"Ok, lets get to Red's. Kid you want Claire to look at those?" Frank asked as he was heading towards DD to make sure he was fine to walk, muttering a "sorry Red" to him.

"Nah, I'll just dig them out at DD's" he replied and called the police.

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DD's safehouse/apartment was a bit sad, the couch was uncomfortable and the armchairs looked sad and he can't forget the awful billboard. That's what he would say if he wasn't living in a warehouse. For him DD's couch was like memory foam and the armchairs added character to the apartment, the billboard was pretty. They went in trough the roof access and Peter dramatically threw himself on the couch and sank into it.

"Can someone get me the medkit? I think I live here now" He declared, God this couch was comfortable.

"I don't understand how you can make that demon spawn look so inviting" Wade said as he went to get him the medkit. "You want me to get those out and stich you up Spidey?" he asked when he got back.

“Nah, I can do it myself" he sat up and pulled the suit up to deal with the abdomen bullet first, taking the tweezers and pulling the bullet out. He put it on a napkin that Wade silently gave him and started to stich it up. He would say that it went well. He did the same with the one in his thigh. Then he laid back down but because Wade had sat next to him he put him legs on Wades lap. He was tired from the exercise and from not eating nor sleeping properly for about a year.

"We should order food and watch Hamilton" he said because he had watched Hamilton a lot with aunt May so he could eat and fall asleep.

"If we get mexican I will pay" Wade said. They did get mexican and Peter didn't get a word in about what he would get so when the food arrived he was left staring at ten big takeout boxes filled with food.

"Yeah I can't eat this much." he said, not only because he wasn't going to rob Wade like that but also because his stomach had shrunk, which sucked with high metabolism.

"If you look at the things that the food is in, you can see that they are takeout boxes. They are used for deliveries and if you don't eat all the food in the restaurant you can take it home. So what you are going to do baby-boy is eat the food and take the rest to home. Does anyone want beer or whiskey?" Wade asked and went to the fridge and cabinet and got Peter and Frank a beer and the others whiskey.

"Wade. This costs way too much. I can’t pay you back for it"he said as he accepted the beer handed to him.

"You don’t need to pay me back, you clearly don’t have enough money to feed yourself. So seeing you eat is enough payment. Wow I'm a great motivator" Wade picked up a random box and dropped it in Peters lap, went and turned on the tv that wasn't there the last time, put Hamilton on and sat down next to Peter.

Peter reluctantly ate two boxes. laid back down and dozed off.

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Peter woke up to the sun shining on his face and laying on a really comfortable couch. He opened his eyes and saw that he was still in Daredevils safehouse/apartment. He sat up and looked around. Frank was there eating breakfast for some reason, saw that Peter was awake and gave him a nod and went back to eating. There was a guy that was taking something out of the fridge and realized that he was Daredevil without the mask and nope, he wasn't going to make Daredevil accidentally reveal his identity.

"Hi DD! I'm just going to get out of here. Don't turn around please, I'm already leaving" he said as he was half-way to the window.

"Spider-Man. You don't need to leave. I trust you enough. But if you don't feel comfortable you can leave, but please take your food with you. You also don't need to tell us who you are if you're worried about that" Peter knew that if Daredevil wanted to be anonymous he wouldn't be doing this. He turned around and a memory resurfaced. A brick flying through a window and his blind lawyer Matt Murdock caught it, I'm a really good lawyer.

"You're the really good lawyer!" he of course blurted out.

"I guess?" DD, or well Matt said. "You want breakfast?"

"No, I need to get going. Thanks for the offer. Sorry to bother you Mr. Murdock, Mr. Castle" Peter took the food and left before either of the men could say anything.

He started to go back to the warehouse. He needed to get to Hellhouse earlier than usual because he had gotten off work yesterday to be with the vigilantes. Weasel wasn't happy about it but said that if he came in early the next day it would be fine.

Was he ignoring the fact that DD was trusting him so much that he allowed Peter to know his identity and the fact that Daredevil was his BLIND lawyer who saved his ass but he also trained him while he was blind. He wasn't going to question if DD or Mr. Murdock was really blind. He knew that he was, he could smell the damage in his eyes when he first met the guy to understand if he was always blind without asking. Now he had two options. One, he could never talk about the fact that he knew who DD was. Or two, he could start avoiding DD and maybe Mr. Castle like the plague and never mention the fact that they exist.

When he got to the warehouse he stashed the food away. He needed to eat it soon because it wasn't made to survive long. He didn't need to do anything before his shift so he went to sleep again.

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Peter woke up about an hour before he needed to get going to work. Thank God(blasphemy he could hear DD say) for his internal clock and anxiety, because if he couldn't do that he would be so late. He decided that the bullet wounds didn't need rebandaging, ate a box of mexican and pulled on the Punisher hoodie and new cargo pants that he had found at Goodwill. He knew that he should get another hoodie but this one was like a brand, he couldn't leave it. It was apart of Ferret.

He started walking towards Sister Margaret's while keeping an ear out for anyone in a need for help. He got there at 7pm, two hours earlier than he normally would, because he had promised Weasel that he would come in early and do a deeper cleaning.

"Hey Weasel, sorry for not coming yesterday. What do I need to do?" Peter looked around the room and saw Weasel halfway off the bar and looking very hungover.

"You good there man? You look like you'll die any second" Peter asked as he took the mop and begun scrubbing the floor like it had killed his entire family instead of him.

"I think I will. Really shouldn't have drunk that much yesterday. I don't think I can even stand right now, much less work. You think you could run the place while I stay upstairs Ferret?" Weasel half-said half-slurred. And what? Him? Ferret? The guy who has been here for four days needs to run Sister Margaret's on his own? Was Weasel perhaps suffering brain damage?

"No, I don't think I can run this place on my own! I've been here for four days! Don't you have anyone else who could work here?" he asked a bit desperately, but cut him some slack, he was still getting doubtful stares from people because he was clearly a kid and hadn't been here long.

"You'll be fineeeeeeeeee. Wade'll probably stop by to see how you're doing. If you're doing bad then Domino'll turn up. Now sushhhhhhhhhhhhh, I wannna die in peace." and with that statement he passed out. Peter carried him upstairs to the living room and set him on the couch and went back down.

Thats when he started panicking. He had an hour and half to clean the bar and set it up. He started scrubbing the floor as hard as he possibly could without breaking the mop or floor. He had and hour to clean the tables and glasses. He swiped the tables and started working on the glasses. He cleaned each two times and had half an hour to set everything up. He started preparing the alcohol and when he was done he walked around and looked for anything that needed touching up on. When it hit 9 he opened the door and started praying that everything went fine.

Luckly for him the first people to show up were Kitty, Artemis, Erika, Rose and Sky. They were the first people that accepted that he could work here aside Wade.

"Please help me Weasel is hungover and I have to run the place myself and I'm scared" he said as they popped down at the bar. Of course they started laughing at him. "Please, I'm literally jumping out of my skin, I know someone will shoot me if I say that Weasel isn't here and I am frrreaaking outttt"

"You'll be fine kid, if anything goes wrong then we'll jump in" Artemis said and gave his shoulder a comforting squeeze. "But I'll only jump in if you give me some whiskey" That Peter couldn't argue with so he gave the women their drinks. As more people started coming in Peter calmed down because they didn't mind the sweet kid who was clearly struggling that knew how to make great drinks. Then Purple showed up. He was a large man who hated Peter.

"What would you like Purple?" Peter asked with fake politeness.

"I'd like you to fuck off and get Weasel" Purple said and looked at Peter like he was a cockroach.

"Yeah sorry, can't do that he's out sick so I'm running the bar today. I'm gonna ask you one more time, what do you want?" he said with his best customer service smile. That seemed to make Purple angry.

"Listen here you little shit, you don't get to smartass me now that Weasel isn't here" that made Peters Spidey Sense go attackingattackingattacking and he instinctively ducked as a fist flew above his head. He heard shouting as people stood up, but a knee was flying into his stomach that he nor they couldn't do anything about. He sould taste blood in his mouth and feel the bullet wound opening up from the punch. He grabbed the leg and pulled it from under Purple. The large man stumbled forward and Peter threw his own knee in the man's face and broke his nose. The man roared in anger and tried to punch Peter again and hit his eye, but Peter didn't give a shit, he'd been punched worse. Peter dove and grabbed Purples waist, picked him up and carried him to the door, opened it, walked to a dumpster and threw Purple in it and went back inside.

The Weapon Gals as he liked to call him were staring at him and the other patrons were giving him impressed glances and then went back to minding their own business.

"Girl that was awesome! Always hated that guy, awful style, you ok tho Ferret? Those hits looked nasty, not as nasty as you gave him but still, we should make sure you're fine" Kitty said.

"Nah, I'll check them at home, I need to make Ebony their drink" he waved them off and went behind the bar to make the drink. Kitty stared at him like he eas an idiot which, fair, but decided to drop it. About two hours went by and everything was fine until Wade showed up.

"Hey Ferret, how you been? Where's Weasel? Omg what happened to your adorable face, why do you look like someone punched you? Did someone punch you? Don't worry I'll kill them" Wade rambled as he hopped behind the bar and took Peter’s face in his hand to get a better look at his face.

"Purple was being an ass, tried to punch me, I punched back and then threw him in a dumpster" he said as he gave Wade a bottle of the weird stuff that worked on his metabolism, he should try it sometime. When everyone forgot him he went to his and May’s old apartment to get his stuff he broke into the liquor cabinet and drank everything in it. He got tipsy, but it lasted for three minutes.

"Purple punched you!? Ferret! That guy is like 275 pounds! Thats it, I’m going to kill him" he declared and started walking away, but turned around suddenly. "After I get a look at your face, you injured anywhere else? Also, why didn't Weasel do anything?"

"I'm fine, I'll take care of it at home. Weasel is kinda very hungover so I had to take the bar over for today" he said and went back to making a drink.

"No way baby-boy! That black eye of yours will only get worse. If you're worried about wasting time we can go to Weasel’s and get some food and then watch Monster High Boo York. The franchise is amazing. The new Monster High, not so much" he said as he sat on the counter, Purple forgotten. Or more likely just put on hold to make the death more painful.

Peter didn't respond, he knew that Wade only wanted to help, but he really didn't like leeching off of others. There was also the fact that if he grew attached to Wade he will somehow end up killing him permanently. It didn't matter if Wade was immortal, Parker Luck always finds a way to kill the people close to him.

He kept working until it was 4am and told everyone to get home. He was surprised that it worked. Usually everyone left when told so, but he thought that with Weasel gone, they wouldn’t give a shit. Maybe it was because they were scared that Weasel would get mad at them, or maybe they saw or heard that he could easily throw someone like Purple in a dumpster. Well, everyone except Wade, but he thought that Wade was an exception. He wiped the table, mopped the floor, cleaned the glasses and listened to Wade chatter about everything and nothing. He started going to the door when Wade put his hand on his shoulder.

"Hey Ferret? You should come to Weasel’s, you don't have to eat. You can just hang out." Sometimes it baffled Peter how understanding Wade can sometimes be. And contact with another human was really nice, even if it was only a hand on his shoulder.

"Ok" he simply stated. He didn't know if he meant the not eating part or only the going to Weasel’s.

"Yay! Come on. We gotta watch Boo York. I am amazing at the vocals" Wade stated as he dragged Peter upstairs. Peter knew that he was becoming friends with Wade and Weasel but couldn't bring himself to be sad.

Chapter Text

The past week had been a big pot of mixed emotions. Every time he was working as Spider-Man or Ferret he was having a grand time. Then he left Sister Margaret’s or the other vigilantes and everything went to shit. Sure, he had more food and blankets and clothes than he had had in a long time, even if he was afraid to eat too much or spend too much money. Then he got back to his shitty warehouse with the shitty mattress and all of his shitty things that he couldn’t or wouldn’t replace.

He had money to buy food, but he would have been eating even less than when he wasn’t working at Sister Margarets and that was only because Wade and sometimes Weasel would buy him food and borderline forced him to eat it. He knew that he could buy food, but he couldn’t spend the limited money on something so useless as food because he knew that Weasel would find out that he is homeless, sixteen, nonexistent and Spider-Man and when he did find out he would fire him, tell Wade who would tell everyone else and then they would all hate him and then the Avengers would see that he was alone and Stark would find out who he is, force him to join them or he would tell everyone that he was useless and then they wouldn’t let him be Spider-Man and then he would be no one.

Yes, he knew that those thoughts were irrational, but was he going to do anything about it? Nope! He was going to hate himself and blame everything he could on himself. That was of course until Wade or any of the others minus Mr. Daredevil Murdock and Castle who he was avoiding like the plague, showed up, took him on patrol, talked with him, ate together and in Wade’s case have a movie night with a mountain if snacks he couldn’t really eat without wanting to throw up and silly shows that they had watched way too much and just chatting and having a great time.

Then there was every time he was at Sister Margaret’s. He went in two hours before opening, chatted with Weasel and occasionally Wade and mopped the floor, tables and cleaned the glasses. When the bar opened he would make drinks and serve them, sometimes only serve and sometimes only make drinks.

He usually hung out with Wade, the Weapon Women as he had been calling Kitty, Artemis, Erika, Rose and Sky, this guy about 20 years old whose name was Tinker Bell and who Ferret adored, he was like the older gay cousin, a huge biker guy called Soot who always gave Ferret calorie-packed granola bars and told really great stories about the people he killed, then finally in the list the Ferret Usuals was a crazy old woman who had somehow found woods near Sister Margaret’s, she always had twigs, leaves and blood in her hair. Ferret was sure that she was a witch, but because Leelo was always nice and only a little mad he loved to talk to her about hypothetical spells and baking recipes, he had no idea how someone baked in a forest and why he who lived in a warehouse needed the recipes, but he liked talking to her.

Currently Peter was having his dramatic inner monologue on the roof of Sister Margaret’s. It was 6pm, he was waiting for his shift to start and he didn’t have anything better to do than swing his legs and wait for Weasel opened the door and let him in. He could go out Spider-Manning, but if he was honest he didn’t have enough energy to even run much less swing and fight. He knew that Weasel would give him food if he even sighed about being hungry, but he didn’t want to burden him. The door clicked open.

"Get in Ferret, I know you're brooding here somewhere and I need you to work!"

"Yeah I'm here! How you been, haven't seen you in foreveeeeeeeeeer?" Peter said as he jumped in front of Weasel.

"Oh my God! Why are you on the roof?! How didn't you just break your leg! What the fuck Ferret!" Weasel jumped back and looked at Peter with horror.

"I was just enjoying the view, it's not even that big of a fall so it's ok! Now, what ya got for me boss?" Peter very smoothly redirected the conversation, oblivious to Weasel looking at him with concern, horror and confusion.

"Well, um, you just gotta do what you normally do? And also you restock the pretzels, you and Wade have devoured them all, never thought I'd see anyone besides Wade eat them" he talked while letting Ferret into the bar and kept talking while pretending to work while Ferret did all of the work.

—-⊱⋆⊰-—

Things were going great, only one drunk guy had yelled at Ferret for existing and had regretted it immediately when the whole bar stood up and were ready to murder his entire bloodline, but Ferret just calmed the dude down, gave him a Capri-Sun and a little bowl of ice cream and talked with him like he was a toddler throwing a tantrum. It was actually his favourite way to deal with rude customers who seemed to be going through a lot, and usually it ended with him having a new friend or more tips.

None of his friends were here though, Wade and DD were running around together, Wade had said that Spider-Man should come too, but Peter just ran away, he would not be getting into whatever was going on with him and DD. The Weapon Women were on a heist for some reason, Tinker Bell was running a Drag show and he had no idea what the others were up to, so he was just walking around, doing his thing and chatting with people.

That lasted until someone came in, Ferret was ready to greet them when he saw that it was Frank Castle, aka The Punisher and knew he was fucked. Somehow Frank had figured out that Ferret the bar guy was Peter the homeless guy who was Spider the Man guy and he was going to drag him out of the bar and do what? Ferret didn't know but he really didn't want to find out. But before he could do anything Frank came up to him and started talking to him.

"You Ferret kid?" he asked.

There are two options, deny and run, or say yes and be ready to fight because when an adult you trust asks "hey are you that guy" and throws in a "kid" then usually it ends up with Peter being thrown into something that he doesn’t get any knowledge on and after that he ends up being forgotten and a nuisance. But because he actually likes Frank, he won’t trust his gut.

"Yes?" he very carefully says and sees that everyone in the bar is tense, because someone who is notorious for killing criminals in a bar like this is bad news enough, but he knows Ferret and that is even worse.

"I'm not going to kill you or the kid so mind ya business" he barked at the people and turned back to Ferret. "Wade's told me a lot about you and I want to make sure he isn't killing you and that you're doing fine, care to talk?" he says as it's completely normal to hear about a child and just show up to make sure he was ok, which just baffled Ferret, cause who just does that?

"Uh, sure?" Ferret was very confused and it was probably very obvious because Frank chuckled and took a seat at the end of the bar where he could see everyone and it was a little more quiet, that’s why Ferret always sits there when he doesn’t need to do anything.

"Hey Weasel, can you handle everything while I talk?" he asked his boss as he went by him.

"You know I pay you for working not for talking!" he yelled "Damn punk" he muttered and Ferret wouldn't have caught that if he didn't have his hearing.

"How did you get this job and why do you work here, also how old are you?" of course Frank would start investigating the second Ferret even sat down.

"And how does any of that concern you?" Ferret asked and crossed his arms in defence or defiance, Frank didn't know.

"Well, Wade said that there was a kid who looked borderline starved working in this shithole and he wouldn't do anything about it so I thought that I could check it out before Red comes and steals you" he said calmly like it was normal to come talk to a random kid and also the fact that Daredevil wanted to steal him.

"Why would he and you even do that?" Ferret asked completely baffled.

"Red or Wade?"

"…Both"

"Well, Wade believes in movie night and burger therapy while Red has an aneurysm every time someone even mentions a neglected child who you very much are, and I also think that a maximum 14 year old child shouldn’t be in a place like this" he said.

"I'm not fourteen, I'm sixteen! Why does everyone think that I'm fourteen max?" that had always gotten on his nerves, yes he was short, yes he was thin, no he wasn't a child!

"See, that’s worse, even if you were fourteen you still look starving, but if you're sixteen then it's a lot worse, so why isn't your family feeding you and why are you working here?" Ferret knew that Frank thought that he didn’t have a family and if he admitted that he would call CPS, if he denied it then he would think that his family were drug addicts and would still call CPS, and there really wasn't a good explanation that would explain his starvation that wouldn't end up with CPS or him being fired. So he just remained silent and glared at Frank.

Finally Frank gave up and sighed. "Looks kid, I won't call CPS or the police if you're homeless, I also won’t do it if your family has some problems, not my place really, but I do want to make sure you're alright so I have two options for you, you don't have to take either of them, but I would really appreciate it. You can come with me and live with me, or I could give you a safehouse with food, heating and drinkable tap water. The second option is that I come by every few days, get you food and give you some money and you give me updates on how you're doing, how does that sound?" he offered like he was completely serious.

Peter sat there quiet for ten minutes, in which frank got a beer and Weasel gave the pretzels and started sharing embarrassing stories about Wade and Ferret, which was rude.

The thing was, Peter really wanted to take him up on the offers, having somewhere with heating would be very nice, as he had almost frozen last year and had gone on multiple hibernations that lasted for a week, and they would have been longer of the others didn't start looking for him very loudly. If he took the first offer he would have to think through if he wanted to live with Frank or take up a valuable safehouse and neither of those sounded nice. If he took the second offer he woukd still be freezing, but with more money, but he didn't want to take valuable assets from Frank.

"I'll think about it Mr. Castle" he said and started taking the empty glasses off of a table that had just cleared. Frank seemed surprised, but didn't comment on in. He chugged his beer, paid Weasel and said bye to him and stood next to Ferret.

"I’ll come back the day after tomorrow and to see if you've decided, whatever you decide is fine by me, bye kid" he left while putting two hundred dollars into Ferrets hand and getting out of there before he could give it back.

"Just so you know, I would go live with him and demand an allowance of a thousand bucks a week" Weasel so helpfully said. "But go back to work, chop chop!"

Chapter Text

Frank first met Spider-Man trough Red. He and Red had agreed to fight some ninjas together and later they would either fight or just keep patrolling and yell at each other. When Red showed up, he had a kid with him. A kid who was calling himself Spider-Man and was awestruck because of Frank, even if he seemed like someone who despises killing. Frank almost threw Red off the roof for taking a kid with him, but he was all "I can't stop him, so I'm teaching him" which Frank thought was stupid and irresponsible. Then the kid saved him from three bullets, acted like it was totally normal and later just dug them out.

After that little interaction the kid kept showing up. They met once during a shootout where the kid got shot up really bad, Frank was terrified that he'd die even if he had met the kid only a couple of times, he was still a kid and a really happy one at that. He carried him to one of his safehouses, patched him up and watched as his body knitted itself back together. After that he gave the kid his number, some of his less used safehouse addresses and told him to meet once every two weeks to either see if they had any overlapping cases and to teach the kid to use guns and how to safely get rid of them. The kid then added him to a groupchat with some other vigilantes and convinced him to team up with them once a week. It was kinda nice.

Though there were things that worried Frank. It started to get worse after the fight at The Statue of Liberty, sure he thought that Stark was using the kid but after the fight something changed. At first the kid was a lot like Red, telling him to not kill people, that they had families and whatnot. Then after that fight the kid started to...deflate. He didn't care if he or Wade killed anyone, he still frowned at it, but didn't say anything. He then slowly started to lose weight. At first it wasn't too bad, Frank thought that maybe he was just trying to be more healthy or something. But it started getting bad, like really bad. Even trough the thick suit he looked way too skinny for anyone. He said that he forgot to eat, or that his powers were getting stronger because of training and he was turning more spiderlike. Frank didn't need to be Red to see that he was lying, but he didn't say anything, just gave him food and if he could, money.

Frank knew that he couldn't do anything for Spidey but when Wade mentioned some kid working at fucking Hellhouse he knew that he could do something about that. At first the plan was to give him some money every week and make sure he has a safe place to sleep and maybe help him get a better job. That plan flew apart the second he saw the kid. He was basically drowning in a hoodie that looked a lot like the one he had bought Red as a joke and that Red had later given to Spidey. The kid also didn't look older that 14, but Frank had the feeling that he was older, just really malnourished.

He went up to the kid, told him that he could get one of his safehouses, come live with him or that he could just give him money like the original plan, told him that he would come back in two days and left.

He started going back to Red's apartment, where he had kind of moved in to. He was pretty sure that Red would be fine with taking the kid in. He was a ball of sunshine, who wouldn't want to have him in their life? When he got to the apartment it was already 2am, usually when Red would be back on a work day from running around in pajamas. When he opened the door Max was already there looking tiered but really happy to see him, he gave his head a little pat and took his shoes off, as Red hated wearing shoes indoors.

"You back yet Red?" He said, not raising his voice and walking over to the counter to eat a sandwich and then go to bed.

"Yeah I'm back. Nothing really happened today, stopped a few muggings. Spidey still hasn't shown up. How'd it go with the kid?" He heard from the bedroom, it didn't sound like he had just woken up but was trying to sleep.

"I said that he could have one of my safehouses or that he could come live with us, that fine with ya?" he asked and went to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

"Usually when one tried to adopt a kid you find out if he has parents, not just offer a place to live. I am more than fine with it though, what did he say?"

"Said he needed to think bout it. I'm pretty sure he'll agree though" he said and went to the bed, got under the covers and pulled Red to him.

"Night Red"

"Good night Frank"

—-⊱⋆⊰-—

Not too far from there was a person was running across roofs, jumping and rolling and looking behind his back anxiously. Peter had closed the bar, cleaned and started going home. Then he had heard a mugging, quickly ditched his regular clothes, pulled on his mask and saved a woman from a guy, webbed the guy up, made sure that the woman was okay and called the police and then put his regular clothes back over the suit and went on his merry way home. Then after a few minutes something felt wrong. His Spideysense was quietly whispering that someone was following them. And it wasn't a mugger or something like that. It was someone who knew something about him and wanted to corner him. He didn't know if they knew him as Ferret, or as Spider-Man. So he started running. Now usually if you think that you're being followed turn right four times and the go to a public area, but Peter knew that someone was following and if that person was someone dangerous then he needed to keep them away from the civilians.

He turned into an alley, jumped and grabbed the fire escape and hauled himself up, up, up onto the roof and stared down to see who had been following him. Except there was no one there and Peter could hear whoever it was behind him breathing, waiting for him to turn around relived and then capture him. So he did the next logical move. He jumped. He could hear the sound of a surprised gasp when he hit the ground and rolled, quickly getting up to run and spotting someone under the fire escape. That meant that whoever was chasing him had a partner who was the one herding him here, so they knew about his senses, they couldn't know about the Spidersense, cause that only the other vigilantes knew about.

That means that it's either S.H.I.E.L.D or The Avengers, he didn't know which he would prefer. He's about 30 minutes from his warehouse and if he was honest, he didn't want to risk letting someone know where he lived but he really needed to find a place to hide or contact the others safely, or just let them know that someone was following him, just in case he disappeared. He could technically go to DDs apartment, but he didn't think that they were on the best ter-DUCK HOLY SHIT! That was a electrical bullet! Probably made by Stark so Avengers...plan made.

He slowed down a bit, listened and made sure that there were only two people following him, one on the roofs and one on the streets and turned into an alley and climbed to the roof again, only this time there was a taller building next to it that only he could climb, he quickly pulled on his mask and turned around to face whoever had decided to follow him. Only to find a very a very righteous looking Steve Rogers and a Natasha Romanov. As Rogers stepped forward Peter knew one thing, it was going to be one of those "we can work together and be toffs" kind of talks.

"Spider-Man, S.H.I.E.L.D is giving you and some of the other...vigilantes the last chance to join us and the Avengers program or they and us will start to hunt you down. Stark even gave all of you a floor to share at the tower and made better suits for all of you " Rogers said like the things that Stark already did was going to guilt trip Peter into joining.

"Yeah, I don't feel like becoming property of the government and the others also wouldn't like that, the government has screwed us over enough so we know that if we were owned by them, we couldn't even do shit about it" he crossed his hands and glared trough the mask.

"You wouldn't be owned by the government, you would be employed by them, they would just have repercussions to make sure that you don't go into villain mode. You'd be payed for the work that you do and get into the big leagues, aliens, wizards and mutants. You could have a place to live with unlimited food, wouldn't you want to be a part of something like this?" he said as a big and American grin spread on his face, like he'd just won the non-existent argument. The fact that he believed that what Peter and the rest of the vigilantes did was small leagues and that he was better than that, even though he climbed out of that tower once a months, punched some aliens, destroyed the city, didn't even bat an eye at the damage done and then climbed back into the tower while Peter and the others were taking down gangs, drug rings, rapists, arsonist, terrorists, corrupt government and still did everything that he did, that fact made Peter's blood boil, yes a few of them killed people, but so did the Avengers, yes they weren't legal, but the government and legal system were corrupt so that didn't matter, so why oh why did this arrogant bastard think that he was better than the vigilantes?

"When they need to develop the repercussions they will need to make tests. Painful tests, to see what ticks us, to see what could put us down, what could kill us and then use them if we don't do everything exactly like they want. We are already in the "big leagues", two months ago we saved the city because you all went in guns blazing, even though they were our villains and we could've taken them down without destruction and the 23 deaths that you caused- "They couldn't have been avoided!" "YES THEY COULD'VE! We could've taken their leader that was controlling them down ourselves, but when you came he patched up the opening that we had and that caused the deaths! Then you just walked away from there and didn't help the survivors which led to another 11 deaths among the original 12! You could have prevented this had you thought, tried to work with us or just hadn't have come! We do not want to be a part of people that are that blind to their mistakes and who try to force a corrupt system onto others. Goodbye Captain, Ms. Romanov." PEter said and webbed them to the roof and climbed away.

When he reached a safe distance he pulled off his mask and took his crappy phone with everyone's numbers and the groupchat that he hadn't used because DD, but they had made an agreement that if any of the Avengers tried to get them, then they would tell the others.

✨We Bamboozle✨

2:57am: Sillystring: Guess who just tried to sell Avengerism to me???

2:57am: Noodlepool: You're alive Spidey!!! You haven't talked here forever :(

2:57am: ILiveInTheShadows Where were they and when exactly was it question mark

2:58am: Sillystring: It was Romanov and Rogers, they say that S.H.I.E.L.D is giving us the last chance to join them or they will start to hunt us down. So I told the to fuck themselves

2:58am: Sillystring: They didn't take it well, but i left them there, they started following me from 6th avenue when i turned to east 47th, then lost them in an alley, was about eight minutes ago, you could go and check them out, they aren't too far from Hell's Kitchen

2:58: ILiveInTheShadows: I won't coma I have seen them enough to not see them for a million lifetimes

And oh my God. He had done so many blind puns! How had he not noticed earlier? Frank was probably sick of him...but they were kinda funny.

2:58: Sillystring: How did I not notice earlier, you're a bastard DD

2:59: HTTYD: We all asked the same question, he didn't even try to hide it

2:59: Noodlepool: Double D's BLIND??? SINCE WHEN???!!! Why wasn't I informed???

2:29am: ILiveInTheShadows: How do you know that question mark Spider hyphen Man coma did you tell him question mark

3:00am: NoodlepoolNah, Spidey didn't tell me anything (*｀Д´)ノ！！！I just read the fic, like, who just doesn't tell me something like that???

3:00am: ILiveInTheShadows: What question mark

3:00am: Noodlepool: Don't worry bout it, the readers get it, but we gotta go to sleep, the author doesn't have a working brain no more

3:00am: Sillystring Every time he opens his mouth I either lose all my braincells or just end up confused about my entire existence

So somehow, everything was fine between him and DD, that's nice, DD's cool. But what the fuck was Wade on, that they needed to find and take away. He got to the warehouse, ate a protein bar that Soot had given him three days ago and went to sleep.

Chapter Text

While Peter aprreciated the offer, he really did, he just wasn’t sure about taking away someones money or intruding, because that just wasn’t something that someone does. Also he was a very busy bug(arnachid) and couldn’t deal with hiding his manning from some old guy with a buzzcut. Also Frank was the type to make children(he wasn’t a child darn it) go to bed early and he would not put up with that. He had a very good sleep schedule thank you very much!

He should just become transparent or something like that, with Wade, Weasel, DD and Frank all breathing down his neck and villians, NYPD, S. H. I. E. L. D and the Avengers trying to get to him. What was these peoples problem? He was just hanging around minding his own business, already strugling with homelessness, he didn’t need some assholes trying to get to him.

It would be so nice to be normal and hang out with Aunt May, Ned and MJ, not having to lose everyone he loves because of some stupid curse that got put on him when he got powers and started helping people. But he couldn’t be normal. The city needed Spider-Man and Spider-Man didn’t need anyone, he only needed himself. It didn’t matter if he was starving, homeless, going into forced hibernation, healing worse or suffering. His home needed him and he was happy to help, he really was…he just wished he could have some time to himself. But it was okay.

Nevermind that he was walking down New Yorks streets freezing down to his bones with the harsh wind and sharp rain pouring on his back with just a hoodie, a light wind jacket with and shoes that the soles were falling off from while people were giving him disgusted stares and bumping into him while he was just trying to get to work. The bar seemed centuries away, he was soaked and he could feel his feet and arms becoming stiff and into diapause. He needed to get inside and quick. He wasn’t even really aware of where he was, just that it wasn’t his nest or web, it was someone elses home. He knew the owner…he was nice and red. He could look for him, but something told him that he needed to keep going.

He had been walking for ages, his eyesight getting bigger, fuzzier and sharper and his body was starting to freeze up. He needed to sleep somewhere safe. Somewhere where someone stronger could protect him, like he protected his frogs. Heh. He was a frog. Until he was warm again at least. Someone was running to him. Someone big and red. He knew that one, it was the strongest one. He would help it. He gave food and nest things. He was its tarantula.

The strongest one got to it and grabbed its shoulders and it fell to his chest. Tarantula started making noise and then picked it up and started taking it somewhere, proprably his nest. It closed its eyes, it was pointless to keep them open. It suddenly got warmer, but it didn’t care. It was too cold and fell into silence.

—⊱⋆⊰—

Wade liked Ferret {“big fucking surprise”}. The little guy reminded him of Ferret [“not funny”] and was a little ball of thaumatin and super smart. Wade had complained to Weasel about a guy wanting him to solve weirdass math shit to get details about a kill when Ferret came over and solved it in a fucking minute! And he always listend to Wades stories and didn’t even blink at him talking with his boxes {“hi fucker!”} or talking shit that sounded crazy! 

So suffice to say he was attached and noticed when the kid didn’t show up when he was suppose to. Weasel complained how “the fucker didn’t even help me fucking clean” but Wade knew he was worried. Hell, everyone was worried. Ferret had all of them under his finger without knowing nor [“and”] doing anything. So when the bar had been open for and hour Wade and a few others {“every one of the shitfaces”} went outside and started to look for him [“we almost froze our elbows off!”]. He had walked the way he saw Ferret go a few times when he saw the kid.

The little guy looked misreable! His eyes were almost closed and he was shuddering and soaked. Not to mention it looked like all his muscles [“you mean bones”] {“the kid doesn’t have shit under his skin”} were locked up. His normally tangled and dirty hair was stuck to his head and his shoe was dragging a sole behind it. 

“Shit! Ferret! You okay?!” {“obviously fucking not!”} “Shut up White!” He ran to the kid and grabbed his shoulders and even through the jacket and hoodie he knew thaht the kid was freezing.

“tr..a.n..tla……” the kid muttered and fell against his chest and Wade wasted no time picking him up and running to the bar as fast as he physically could.

”Weasel put some hot shit on and get me a goddamn blanket or I will rip your spine out of you ass!” [“kinky”] he yelled as he layed Ferret down on the couch and tried to think of what to do. 

“Hug him. It helps the younglings stay warm and this cub is freezing” Leelo says and she wasn’t even in the bar when Wade entered [“magical girl”], but he did as she said and sat down and lifted Ferret into his lap {“not like a fucking pedofile. Ew!”} and wraped his arms around the little heap of water and misery.

“I never even knew that we had a blanket in this shithole. Where did this even come from?” Weasel said while carrying a huge custom made fluffy Slugterra blanket with a cave backround with every Slug on there from the show and the comics.

“What even is Slugterra?” Weasel asked baffled while looking at the masterpiece {“Monstrosity”}

“It’s an amazing show about slugs you uncultured fuck” Wade answered. He was the one who brought the blanket here after buying way too many of them when he and Spidey had finished watching Slugterra. It was seriously underrated and everyone should watch it.

“So you were the one who brought it here. Why? Where did you even get this?” “I custom ordered it of course. And then brought it to every place I know that needed Slugterra” Wade answered while wrapping Ferret into a slugritto [“chomp”]. He looked adorable. Now they just needed to play the waiting game.

—⊱⋆⊰—

For the first time since summer Peter felt warm. His limbs were buzzing with energy and demanded that he build a nest. He wanted to do that, but he was very comfortable. Something fuzzy was wrapped around him and he could feel the something he was sprawled on breathing and talking. Someone was also doing something with his hair and he never wanted it to stop. He sighed and settled further into someone who he was pretty sure was Wade.

Wait. Hold up. How did he get to Wade? He was just walking to work…while it was freezing…so he probably shut down. Fuuuuuck.

“You awake Ferret? Want something to eat?” And yep. That was Wade. “Darling are you okay? You scared us half to death” Tinkerbell asked. 

“…What happened?” 

“Well you didn’t show up to work you lazy bastard!” 

“Weasel I know ya almost called the fucking police so don’t pretend to not give a shit asshole! The kid looks like he’ll run away if ya start yelling at em!” Soot barked at Weasel, and wasn’t he suppose to be in Australia?

“Well it’s his damn fault for not showing up and then kicking the fucking bucket!”

“He asked what happend not to see you guys fight! If he wanted a fight he would have come here!” Artemis yelled at them.

“Everyone shut up! I’m telling a story!” Sky yelled at them. “So you see, we got here when the bar opened and Weasel said you hadn’t shown up and the an hour passed so we decided to start looking for you. Then after about 15 minutes Weasel called those that were outside looking for you and said that Wade had found you and to get our asses to the bar.” “So obviously we came back suuuper duper quick and you were wrapped in an ugly blanket with Leelo knitting with your hair and Weasel, Soot, Tinkerbell and the others hovering over you trying to figure ou what happened. So I would like to know what happened on your end” Kitty finished for Sky, they did that a lot.

The thing is that Peter didn’t remember what happened, but he was pretty sure that he was diapausing while going to work, but he couldn’t just say “hey i’m actully part spider and the cold fucks with me bad” because that sounded fucking insane. So he went with the safe option of “I don’t know” while looking down and feeling sad.

“Did ya maybe eat something weird? Or chatch something? Or maybe some weird villian attacked ya and ya didn’t tell us?” Soot asked.

“No. What time is it?” “Currently it’s…twenty four minutes to nine pm, you’re late for work Ferret” Weasel said. “And I’m pretty sure the castlefuck will come here soon to demand your adotion papers, who even sleeps for 20 hours?” He muttered while going to clean for once.

“Oh yeah! Frankie boy wanted to help you! Now the million dollar question is…Will! You! Accept!” Wade said while moving his arms around like crazy.

“Oh nooooo. Oh no no no no. I was suppose to do that yesterday! I didn’t even think about it a lot! Shit! Oh noooo” Peter said in misery because hadn’t thought about it! He hadn’t even gone over his options and the bad shit in all of those options.

“I mean, we can always flip a coin for it? Or you can tell him to come back another time” Wade offered.

“Tell him your goldfish died! That always works for me!” Kitty said. “Kitty, that’s because everyone knows you will kill all of New York if you don’t get what you want” Peter responed, and it wasn’t even wrong!

“I will gladly kill everyone for you Ferret!” Kitty said.

“Thank you Kitty, but I don’t like murder” Peter said giving her a quick smile while trying to escape the cursed blanket. The Slugterra Blanket™ has been given to him by Wade as Spidey and it finds a way to make you unable to get out of it. Now he has been wrapped in another one and he can’t get up!

“Help! Wade! I’m stuck in your demon blanket!” He yelled as he rolled onto the floor while the others laughed at him. Finally Weasel saw him and saved him while telling him to get to work.

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Ferret knew the second Frank entered because everyone in the bar tensed and Erika, who was on Ferret Duty put her hand on his shoulder. Ferret smiled at her and pulled away and sat down at the edge of the bar and Weasel pushed him a Capri-Sun. Frank saw him immedietly and sat down next to him and ordered a beer.

“You thought about my offer kid?” Frank asked him.

“Not really. I had things going on” he said while not lookig at Frank, knowing that if he saw the look he was wearing he would cave and let Frank take him away to Max. 

“You want more time? Or for me to fuck off?” Frank promted.

“I’m…not sure” he felt awful, everything was sad and he just wanted to go home to Aunt May, but she wasn’t alive because of him and his stupid mistakes and he couldn't just replace her and even if he could, Frank and everyone else involved would die because that was Parker Luck for him.

"How about you come with me to my place for a bit and then if you don't like it there you can leave?" Frank asked while looking very hopeful and also afraid for some reason.

"...we could try" Peter answered, because Frank was safe and he didn't want to make him sad.

"We should probablly go and get some of your stuff. Where do you live kid? And I'm gonna need a name." Frank said while gathering himself up while Peter followed suit.

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Wade pulled Ferret aside while he was getting him a drink.

”You sure you want to go with him? Because I can tell him to fuck off and he would?” He asked.

”I wouldn’t have said yes if I wasn’t sure Wade. Besides, I’ll come back tomorrow and if I don’t like it, I can always leave you know?” He tried to say reassuringly while he himself felt really anxious because he was really scared that Frank would bring him to CPS, even though he said that he wouldn’t.

”Just let us know if we need to kill him, okay spud?” Said Tinkerbell while giving Frank a death glare. Frank just waved back at him with a grin.

”Yeah, yeah. I’m not a baby so let me do my own thing!” He said a little angrily, even if he was a little pleased that they all cared for him.

”Oh we know you’re not, you’re just so tiny, but don’t worry, we know you can handle yourself, even if you froze up on your way to work.” Wade said while patting his head. Ferret knew that they wanted to ask what it was about, but they didn’t want to spook him.

"Thanks guys, but I really gotta go, Weasel has drinks I need to serve.” And that is what he did for two hours until everyone but Wade, Weasel, him and Frank left. He cleaned up and then after a hug from Wade he followed Frank out the door and to a van that was parekd a bit away from the bar. The van was turned on and was black with blackout windows and when Frank opened the door, a dog jumped out, sniffed Frank who pet it and then beelined to Peter and demanded pets.

”He’s usually not so friendly with strangers. If you’re done, get in and I’ll get us to my place” Frank said while getting in the car.

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The drive to Franks place was a bit awkward, but Peter wasn’t very surprised given that they had only talked with Frank like three times before he decided to adopt him.

”You don’t need to get something from your home kid?” Asked Frank while not turning away from the road.

”I’ll decide if I want to stay and then get my stuff on my own. I don’t want you to know where I live yet. Sorry Mr.Castle.”

”Just tell me when you need to be dropped off kid. Well. Here we are.” He said as he pulled into a parking space next to an apartment building in Hells Kitchen. They stepped out of the car, got Max out and went inside. When they got to the door Frank knocked and DD opened the door. His eyebrows rose up a bit, but before he could say anything Frank started talking.

”Matt, this is Ferret, we gotta get your name kid. Ferret, this is Matt, say hi” Frank said while leading Max through the door and looking at Matt worriedly.

”Oh I know who he is. And he is in big trouble.” Matt very sternly said while grabbing Peters hand so he would not run out the door.

”Hi DD. Great to see you. Can I please go” Peter said as he was halfheartedly pulling his hand out of Matts grasp.

”How does he know who you are Red, and why are you holding him down?” Frank asked angrily and stepped towards Matt.

”Would you like to tell him, or will I Ferret?” Matt asked icily.

”I don’t know what you’re talking about. Please let me go sir” Peter answered while almost at the brink of tears. He didn’t know that Frank would bring him to DDs place or that DD would be mad at him and he just wanted to go back to the warehouse or to Wade. He didn’t want to be here anymore.

Matt was starting to look worried and he crouched down, which helped a little but he was still really strong and he could still leave him and tell everyone else that he is underaged and then they will all leave him.

”First I would like you to tell us your name, then Frank will leave and we will have a nice chat. I’m not that mad at you, just worried. So what’s your name kid?” Matt asked while he started gently pulling Peter towards the couch.

“It’s Peter Parker sir, I’m sorry, please let me go” he said while a few tears ran down his face. He didn’t have the best experience with adults trying to help him. When everyone had just forgotten him, some man tried to get him to CPS and he almost broke into his little apartment. That was when Peter moved to the warehouse, so he wouldn’t be caught.

”It’s okay Peter. Come on, sit down. Frank, please go, I’ll talk to you later.” He said and Frank gave him a worried look, but went out, leaving Peter with Max and Matt.

”Why didn’t you tell us that you were sixteen Spidey? Or do you want me to call you Ferret or Peter?” Matt gently asked while making Peter sit down on the amazing couch.

”…Peter. I didn’t want you to leave me alone again” Peter said while crying. Matt had let his hand go and was petting his head, which helped a knew Spidey liked. “If you knew then you would have left me on my own again and I don’t want to be alone. Please don’t leave me DD. And don’t tell Wade”

”I won’t tell Wade yet, but I need to do it because it is not okay for you to work in a mercenary bar while being so young. You could get seriously hurt, and you’ve already gotten hurt at least once. We wouldn’t have left you alone. You’re our friend underage or not. Now, can I invite Frank in, and then I’ll get us some food?” He asked while standing up.

”That would be fine. Thank you.”

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”WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE SPIDER-MAN? You are a baby! How!” Yelled Frank while Max was very confused, Matt laughed at him and Peter tried not to laugh and cry at the same time.

”Surprise? I mean, I made it pretty obvious that I was underage. I mean, look at me.”

”Hey! I thought that was because of your powers, not because of you being a child!” Matt said as he mixed together some soup in a pot.

”I thought you could sense lies?”

”Well apparently fucking not! Really, sixteen”

”Well at least I’m not fifteen”

”Oh my God I gave you alcohol!”

”Blasphemy!”