Hello everyone, we are here with the final chapter in this fic! A huge thank you to everyone who commented on this fic, y'all are what made this fun! Also, I don't write group chat fics, help. This chapter is more of an epilogue, so I hope you all enjoy, read on!

Spiderman, Venom, and Deadpool are the property of Marvel

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Peter was squished between his boyfriends, it was warm the kind that saturated your whole being, filled you up with a deep sense of contentment. Eddie's legs were tangled with Peter's and his head was tucked into Eddie's shoulder as he typed lazily at his newest article; something about found families. Wade was flopped over Peter's stomach fiddling with a puzzle cube and idly delivering socio-political commentary to the ceiling.

It was nice and Peter couldn't think of a better way to spend their Sunday afternoon. Curled up between his boyfriends was everything. The sound of the keys clacking paused and Eddie swept his fingers through Peter's hair for a moment then returned to his article. Wade hummed the catchy tune of some Swedish pop song as Peter scrolled through his phone reading Spiderman forums; some of them were probably written by his students. But he resolutely didn't think of that.

His phone pinged. Peter glanced at the notification, it was the group chat Miles, Gwen and Peni had forced everyone else into. Peter honestly didn't mind it, and he would be lying if he said he didn't love it. It was Miles, and Peter almost groaned out loud at the message.

Miles2Go: So apparently Mr. Hobo Spider has boyfriends! (2) can we meet them?

Peter scrubbed his hand over his face and muffled his grin into Eddie's shoulder, who tilted his head slightly in concern. Peter simply pressed a kiss to Eddie's shoulder with a shake of his head and typed a quick reply.

PB: No.

As much as he loved the other Spider-people, he'd rather they not meet his boyfriends, or at least not all at once (okay maybe he was being possessive, but have you seen Wade?). Ham was more than enough to shock anyone on his own. Besides, Peter felt justified in being possessive, it wasn't every day you stumbled onto two perfect disaster men who loved and supported you.

Gwanda: Come on PB, introduce us to your boyfriends.

HamOvrHeels: Boyfriends is such a juvenile word. Here's my Boyfriend.

Peter shook his head at Ham's slightly strange response and hummed vaguely at Gwen's before he tilted his head to look at his boyfriends. Eddie was still absorbed in his writing, Venom curled around his neck like a particularly liquidous cat, and Wade was happily talking to himself about buying them a bigger bed. Again.

"What would you guys say to meeting the other Spider-people?"

He questioned watching as Wade's head tilted to look up at Peter and Eddie paused to stare down at him. At the same moment, Peter's phone pinged, and he glanced down to see a collection of messages.

MightyPen: Yeah! We should totally meet them.

Miles2Go: Why not?!

TallDark: It would be nice to meet the men who have made PB so happy.

Gwanda: You're totally sitting with them right, now aren't you?

Eddie peered over Peter's shoulder at his phone and a rough chuckle slipped from his lips even as Wade happily replied, "Hell yes, meet more awesome Spiderlings, yeah."

"One of them is a cartoon-pig. And none of the others are Peters so no clone-sex."

Peter warned even as he typed a reply that left him grinning knowing how much it would frustrate the others. Wade groaned aloud and whined at Eddie about missed opportunities, but Peter elected to ignore his boyfriend.

PB: No

"I think it would be a cool thing. And I doubt they'll stop bugging you unless you let them anyways."

Eddie suggested with a shrug and a muffled explanation to Venom, who didn't quite understand the concept of presenting one another's partners. After the explanation Venom seemed very pleased. Wade nodded his head, the motion bouncy against Peter's stomach and added, "Yeah, what's the worst the could-"

Peter slapped his hand over Wade's mouth with wide eyes and said calmly (it was not said calmly), "Don't tempt fate Wade Wilson. The infamous Parker luck is always happy to make an unfortunate appearance."

Wade nodded with a chagrined expression that Peter hardly believed but he rolled his eyes and curled back into Eddy regardless. When he pulled out his phone there was another slew of messaged and Peter shook his head with a huff of laughter.

HamOvHeels: That's what I thought you'd say.

MightyPen: Not fair!

Miles2Go: Aw come on man!

TallDark: We should respect Peter B.'s request for privacy, even if we all don't agree.

Gwanda: Lol tell that to Aunt May

PB: After consultation with my boyfriends, they've agreed to meet you all, even though I warned them about you.

Miles: What's that supposed to mean?

HamOvHeels: He thinks we're dangerous

Gwanda: Or crazy.

MightyPen: When? When?

PB: Not now.

Peter laughed at the conversation and clicked his phone off and settled his head on Eddie's sort of bony shoulder. The apartment was warm, Wade's voice drifted through the air and discussed western animation with equal parts disdain and admiration. It was home.

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Some days Peter couldn't get out of bed, some days the world closed in around him and all he could hear, see, taste, touch, Feel were his own thoughts. And they were scary thoughts, deep dark thoughts that came out to play with tight ropes that bound him and drained his energy.

Some days Peter would hear his alarm ring, he would think of the teenagers who were excited for his next lesson, and Wade would be cooking breakfast in the kitchen singing a song from when Peter was a kid, and Eddie would press a kiss to his cheek and pass him coffee. And Peter would get up, would pull on his clothes, he would be quiet, but he would know he was loved as Eddie drove him on his bike and Wade packed a lunch with a heart drawn in ketchup.

But some days, Peter couldn't get up, and nothing helped, nothing washed it down, not even Eddie's milkshakes. But that was okay too, Eddie or Wade would sit with him, make him soup. They would curl on the couch and watch documentaries or kids' movies and Eddie would snort and explain idiosyncrasies to Venom and Wade would protest and add satirical commentary.

And sometimes one of them would go on patrol, they would come back in the morning, Eddie would tuck his arms around Peter and talk about his newest article, or how Venom wanted to eat the head of the old lady sitting on a bench (to which Venom would protest weakly and curl around Peter) and Wade would tuck Peter's head under his chin and ramble about how he loved each and every inch of Peter from his toes to his noes.

Some days Peter was tired, exhausted, done with the world outside their window. Sometimes, Eddie would come home shaking, or wake up at three in the morning and stare at nothing for a long time, or ramble and talk until his breath twisted itself into knots. Sometimes Wade couldn't look at them, couldn't look at the shiny backs of their spoons.

Most nights there were nightmares, shared trauma, people they couldn't save, fear and terror all mixed together into a cocktail strong enough to drown their lungs.

They would reassure each other at three in the morning, in the light of the city outside their window. Peter would take Eddie's hands into his own, he'd count their breaths and eventually they would even out together. Eddie and Peter would kiss every inch of Wade they could find and tell him how gorgeous he was till he was crying. And it was alright.

Every day, Peter loved his boyfriends, and they supported each other in little ways. They restocked the first-aid-kit with Hello Kitty Bandages, had emergency stashes of chocolate, towels that were soft and some that were not quite soft, there were things scattered around their house that made it theirs. And every day, in between everything else, Peter was home.

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They had a rule about cooking, or rather an understanding brought about by experience.

Eddie was a fantastic cook when he had someone to work with him and a set recipe. Or if he knew it by heart. The only (reoccurring) problem was Venom who was all too happy to eat any unguarded food. Also, Eddie could cook three and only three meals safely when alone. Everything else was fair game.

Wade could cook like a god, but there was a high chance that what he cooked could take seven hours to prepare, would come served with sprinkles or sparklers (sometimes both), or there was too much even, for their collective super metabolism. But when Wade wanted to cook, he did and there was no stopping him as he swayed his hips (very distracting) and sang off tune to classical music with his own lyrics.

Peter's meals were simple, but they were hearty, recipes he had grown up cooking with Aunt May and had perfected with MJ. That said, Peter knew it was easy to distract him when he was cooking so it was always valuable to have someone in the kitchen with him.

Everyone had assigned chores, they were switched up every so often, but there were a few general agreements.

Eddie was not allowed to go grocery shopping for anything more than three items as he would inevitably return with a cart full of food and a smug Venom hovering over his shoulder like a righteous king. Wade was not allowed to play with the cleaning chemicals, ever, there had been multiple fires, many of which Peter was desperate not to repeat. Peter often did the dusting because he could crawl across the ceiling to actually reach the corners while his boyfriends laughed at or ogled him.

But it was a small apartment, and the most they needed to focus on was the laundry, which was often a shared duty, that with patch up of respective super suits. They would sit on the couch with a sitcom and spread fabric over their laps to stitch the pieces together, or in some cases add an entirely new piece. Wade would talk about how red was the best colour, the colour of love, passion, energy and so many other things until Eddie would shut him up with a kiss.

They squabbled about it or chewed one another out over a sloppy cleanup or charred food. And it was domestic as hell, but Peter didn't mind (although he was excited to move into a larger apartment eventually).

They patrolled together often, and it was easy, easier than it had ever been alone. Peter had someone to watch his back, to assure the victim while he chased down the criminal or to help defeat the latest supervillain. It was like fighting with the other Spider-people, but it was also different, it was trust, and experience, and soft-murmured words in darkened alleys.

In the evenings, they would work on their separate projects, Peter would grade brilliant and incomprehensible essays or homework while also writing an article for the Daily Bugle. Eddie would work on his newest article, sometimes he would go out for an interview or to get some footage, but mostly he researched and went to the library. Wade often spent their evenings in front of the tv, a book or comic in hand. Sometimes he cooked, sometimes he cleaned the whole apartment spontaneously.

Some nights, it was date night and they went out for dinner at the local family restaurant with amazing food, or went to the cinema, or strolled through the park, or hung on the rooftops. Other nights they curled onto the couch with snacks, put on a classic, or a movie they hadn't seen and watched it. They curled together and provided commentary and snuggled and kissed (and sometimes they did more), but mostly they just basked in each other's presence. It was simple, it was easy, and Peter loved it.

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"Mr. Parker!"

Peter turned in the slightly busy hallway full of loitering students to catch sight of one of his senior students flying through the hallways. He wasn't quite running so Peter felt justified in pausing and waiting for Elliot to catch up; which he did so panting.

"Did-did you see the news yesterday? Spiderman totally saved the city, it was so cool! Like bam, he fought the lightning villain and there were sparks everywhere but he was just like thwip and it was so cool!"

Peter nodded at the excited jumble of words accompanied by wide motions and ignored the interested stares and whispers of the students, many of which were smirking. Peter knew, he had been the one to fight Electro and he still had the bruises from it, and maybe his hair was slightly poofier than normal. But that didn't mean anything.

Who was he kidding? They all knew he had seen more than enough knowing looks, Spiderman merchandise, sticky notes, and overall pride at having Spiderman as a teacher (who wrote for the Daily Bugle) to know it. At least they didn't mind when he suddenly darted out of the class because of "family emergencies".

"I did. It looked like a pretty difficult fight."

"Yeah! It's so cool how he fights all the time, I mean he's putting his life at stake every day for us. He doesn't even get paid! Spiderman is a real hero."

Elliot replied with a nod and a bounce, Peter refused to blush and instead glanced at his watch. It was almost time for class. Looking at the student who was staring up at him with bright eyes Peter recalled why he like teaching at the high school, sure a lot of the kids were brats, but the ones who wanted to learn were awesome. They made his day, the weird and wacky stories he got to tell his boyfriends, or the silly test answers, or seeing a kid make a scientific discovery on their own. It was great.

"It's pretty cool. And it's almost time for class. I'll see you in third period Elliot."

"Bye Mr. Parker!"

The kid called out and was gone in the next minute, practically blazing through the school. Peter had a feeling the kid would either develop/gain superpowers or make something to help him fight crime. He was excited to see the next era of superheroes, the next generation and how they would change the world.

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"So, kids?"

Peter said digging his cold feet into Eddie's thick thighs as the beginning of the second in a series about dramatic gays in space rolled across the screen. Wade eating a pretzel choked and Eddie coughed into the glass of water he'd been sipping at even as he hissed at Peter's very cold feet.

"Maybe we can consider marriage first babe?"

Eddie suggested as he set his glass on the table and pounded weakly at his chest as he spluttered for breath. Wade swallowed and around a bit of pretzel and unashamedly replied, "I call wearing the dress!"

Peter huffed a breath of laughter and for a moment there was silence but then he added, "But like would you guys like kids?"

Venom peered around Eddie's shoulder to stare at Peter for a long moment before he grinned, all bright and very sharp teeth, and nodded. Eddie stroked a finger over Venom's head and a contemplative silence settled over the room as the narrator finished speaking of a republic or something.

"It could be pretty dangerous. What with our… career choices?"

Eddie said, ever the voice of reason in the midst of a collection of disasters, Peter hummed because he had thought of that, knew what it was like to be an orphan, to lose your family. But Miles had convinced him it was worth it, to see your kid grow, to see them step into their own feet. And his boyfriends had convinced Peter that he wanted to share that with them, wanted to teach the kid about ethics or how to cook. Age didn't matter, but Peter wanted to help a kid, wanted to help them change the world in the right way.

Wade's hand encircled his and chased away the faint memories even as he added, "But they would be so cute, and we could pass on so many life lessons. Like number one: never store cupcakes in a freezer."

"That doesn't even make sense."

Peter murmured thinking of the perfectly good cupcakes in the freezer as he circled Wade's palm with his finger. Wade shrugged as if the answer eluded him, it probably did. Peter turned to Eddie who was quiet until he tipped his eyes up to face Peter and asked, "What were you thinking? Like adoption?"

He nodded with a grin he couldn't hide and for a long moment, there was something like a held breath between them before Wade added, "With three of us, I think we could raise some great kids. We'd be the bestest dads to dad."

"Imagine the dad-jokes."

Peter added with a grin digging his toes into Eddie's thigh and watching his boyfriend squirm. With a roll of his eyes Eddie said, "Yeah, it would be cool to have kids. Though we're definitely going to need a bigger apartment."

Peter couldn't muffle the grin that slipped across his lips if he tried.

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Peter awoke with a gasp, his chest tight, and his mind swamped in darkness. Everything was shadowy around him and he couldn't breathe, couldn't think, could only see the last images in his mind replayed over and over again.

"Petr?"

A voice blearily questioned pulling Peter from his own head, he glanced down at Eddie spooning his hip and blinking bleary blue eyes up at him, Wade was on the other side in the pale moonlight he looked like he was on fire.

Peter breathed in deeply and slid deeper under the covers and pressed a kiss to Eddie's lips with a murmured, "I'm fine love."

Eddie made a vague sound of disbelief and pulled Peter tight against his chest. Peter relaxed against the wall of warmth that was Eddie and let his eyes slide closed. He was safe, he was with his loved ones, he was home.

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