The Avenger's Tower was something Wade had only seen from afar (and once extremely up close when he accidently crashed a taxi into its side- in his defense, he is a great driver unless there are 4 bloody hostages also in his car).
When the elevator dinged open, Peter and Wade stepped out into an empty living room-ish area. It was spacious, with huge windows offering a beautiful view of New York from 50 stories up. There was a silver coffee table, a 60 inch television, and four long black couches, but despite the large open bar and harsh metal walls, the place had a comfortable feel. You could tell it was lived in.
"Greetings, young Peter!" Thor strolled in from the kitchen, half a pop tart in his hand. "And you bring a friend."
"Friend, lover," Wade stuck out a hand, "They're all just labels."
"Deadpool," Peter pulled up his mask so the true sharpness of his glare could be seen. "Thor, this is Deadpool. He's a-"
"Ah yes, I do recall your work in the past," Thor bellowed as he shook Wade's hand. Peter was glad he interrupted, because he had no idea how he was going to end his last sentence. Hero? Ish. Villian? Eh. Maybe just a friend.
Wade grinned, "That time when my target was the CEO of EXX Steel Corp. and he was also the supervillain you wanted to stop. You guys, getting publicity, me, doing all the work. Egypt 2k12! Fuck, that was so fun. Where's the rest of the fam bam?"
Thor looked quizzical as he took another bite of pop-tart, so Peter decided to chime in.
"Tony's probably in the lab, and he's the one we'll really need to convince, so let's go-"
"Convince me of what?" With the ding of the elevator, Tony entered the room, wiping his greasy hands with a towel.
Deadpool looked up and mumbled to himself, "Jarvis is such a snitch."
"Tony," Peter stepped forward, "Hey. So, I was just thinking that Deadpool never really got to know his super abilities, because of his . . . situation, and it would be really beneficial if he could learn his limits in a lab. Like here. If Deadpool stayed here."
"What'dya say, Dad?" Deadpool stepped forward and put an arm around Peter, who grew tense at the touch.
Tony's face was completely stoic. He walked towards the couches, Peter and Wade's eyes tracking him the entire way. Then he abruptly turned around and folded his arms.
"Under absolutely no circumstances will Deadpool be staying here or within 300 feet of this building. Peter, go change, and Deadpool, get out of here before I can put my suit on and physically kick you out of here."
Peter was upset, "Tony, he needs our help-"
Tony scoffed, "No, he needs a lot help, but not mine and definitely not yours. Now leave, Deadpool."
"This is so typical," Deadpool put his nose in the air and folded his arms, "After all I've done for you, this is my big payment-"
"Oh, you'd like to discuss what you've done?!" Tony's eyes filled with fury, "The car crash alone-"
"-It was one time! And you never reimbursed me for gas-"
"-and the way you behaved in Egypt-"
"Oh, you mean the way I saved the day in Egypt?! But do I get a thank you? Do I get a hero sandwhich? Do I get even a cameo in Captain America: Civil War?"
"Everybody calm down!" Suddenly, appearing from the staircase, stood Steve Rogers, in a white v-neck, ready to try and defuse the situation. Both Tony and Wade, who'd been overlapping each other's shouts, snapped their mouths shut and turned their attention to Cap. "Now, what's the issue here?"
Peter jumped right in, "Steve, Deadpool needs somewhere to go so he can understand his abilities. Today, he swallowed a grenade and blew up, and now he's totally fine. But that doesn't mean that will always be the case. I just thought that part of being an Avenger meant helping anyone we can."
"Apparently including murderers," Tony injected.
Deadpool rolled his eyes, "Okay, you want to talk bloody pasts Tony Stark?"
"Pasts." Tony spat, "My past. Your present."
"So he stops killing," said Peter, "It won't be easy, but he deserves a chance."
"Well, more like 45th chance," said Tony. "My answer is still no."
Steve glanced at him. "Tony, maybe-"
"No!" Tony stormed towards elevator, grabbing Steve by the arm and dragging him along, "We are going to conference with Fury about this, so once and for all everyone will be aware that Deadpool is strictly forbidden from even thinking about Avengers Tower."
Fury loved the idea.
"Deadpool has been a liability for years," said Fury from Tony's conference screen, "and now he's offering to not only let you perform tests, but keep him under a SHEILD designated roof? This opportunity is too good to pass up. Deadpool stays, direct orders."
Tony knew that it would cost about 900 dollars to fix the screen after throwing a stapler at it as hard as he could, but he did it anyway. Maybe they'd all be better off without SHEILD anyway.
When Peter heard the order, he was thrilled.
"This is going to be a great thing," he promised Wade as they walked down floor 36 to find Wade's designated bedroom.
"You know, I was thinking we'd be sharing a room," said Wade, innocently.
"I don't think bunk beds would fit," Peter replied, choosing to completely ignore any and all innuendos. And there were a lot.
They arrived at Wade's door, and Peter stepped inside, Wade watching him from the doorway, his mask still on.
"I just have to ask," Wade announced, "do you prefer top or bottom?"
Peter looked around Wade's room, which was a decent size. White carpet, a queen sized bed with a dark green comforter. A closet, a desk. He could already imagine it after Wade's redecorating. Lots of posters.
"I always ask for top," Peter said, desperately trying to hide his smirk, "but you get what you get."
Wade nodded, and Peter could practically feel his smile. "Amen."