Peter was just trying to sleep in his bed, his eyes closed tight from trying to block out the pain that the memories gave him.

He decided that he wasn't going to be able to sleep, so he got up and went to his bookshelf.

Suddenly, there was a figure at his window. Peter almost screamed. This was the fourth floor? Who would ever be stupid enough to try to…

He had another headache. Wade… the idiot…

Who was this wade who everyone kept trying to tell him about? He quickly crossed the room to open the window, because it looked like the guy was about to slice the thing open.

He came rolling in with a thud. "What the hell are you doing?" Peter gestured, but he couldn't help but have to suppress a laugh.

The man pulled off his mask. "Um, I wanted to see you, Peter," He got closer to him. The face that was under the mask brought memories, and with those memories, pain.

Not just physical pain, but emotional pain, too.

Why did he feel so broken inside? He flinched as a hand was brought down to his face. Pushing the hand away, he could see the hurt spreading across the man's face.

He started to shout hysterically, but in a whisper. "Why don't you remember? I did love you, I never meant to hurt you…" His face was grabbed forcefully by a gloved hand. "Look at me! Remember me, remember our time together. Remember when you said you loved me!"

A voice like a whisper floated across Peter's mind. He wasn't supposed to know!

He felt as if he was about to faint. What? What wasn't he supposed to know? He felt nice inside when Wade embraced him with large arms, but he shook his head at the thought.

After a bit of silence and Wade making sure Peter was okay, The older man spoke again.

"If you still can't remember, maybe I should make you," He whispered, and immediately their lips were pushed together. Peter melted into the kiss, feeling more complete than he had ever felt before.

Not with Mary Jane, not with Gwen Stacy. Just Wade.

He reached a hand into Wade's hair, loving the softness of it. When they broke away, Peter had to suppress his want for more.

Wade, in turn, ran a hand through Peter's hair. "I know I messed it up before, but this time, I'll be good," He smiled a soft smile that made Peter's heart beat faster. "I promise."

Like a flood, all his memories returned to him, but this time it was relieving, relaxing, even, much different from the burning fragments that had plagued him before.

"Wade," He whispered instinctively. "Wade, Wade, Wade. I remember now," Peter brought his lips in for another kiss. It seemed as if Wade hesitated for a moment, but he soon reciprocated and they were lost in their own world once more.

"I think it's about time we picked up where we left off," Wade said, slowly pushing Peter back against the wall. Peter laughed breathlessly and took off his shirt.

Deadpool struggled with his costume, needing to be clothed for the return trip to the agency, and slowly peeled it off down to his waist.

The feeling of their bare skin rubbing on each other was almost too much for Wade. He felt that he needed to repress it, though, because he thought Peter wasn't ready to go any further.

Peter straddled his legs around his lover's waist and grabbed onto his blond hair. Their next kiss was forceful, hungry. Wade planted a series of hickeys on Peter's skin where the clothes were covered, making the boy shudder.

"I'm ready, Wade," Peter gasped, and Wade stood frozen for a bit.

Go for it, man!

You know, I think that he's a bit young for… this.

Just as Wade was about to take Peter's pants off, there was a knock on the door. "Peter? Are you doing okay in there?" It was the captain. They both stood still for a moment.

Wade got back to his senses and quickly pulled up his costume. Peter motioned at the door and Deadpool, fully costumed, made his way silently out of the room.

Peter thought quickly and called out to his father. "Yeah, Pop, I'm fine. Just having a hard time sleeping. Banging my head against the wall, yep," He said nervously, and cautiously walked to his bed.

Peter groaned and flopped down on the mattress, not hearing the rest of what his dad had said. He was too busy thinking of Wade, and how far they had almost gotten. Leave it to the overprotective parent to ruin the night.

But he was still content, not knowing if he really was ready to go further. He was finally able to go to a dreamless sleep, smiling as he fell into the darkness.

—-

Steve gently rolled Tony onto his bed. He placed several kisses on the back of Tony's exposed neck and lay down next to him. "Did I ever tell you how much of a tease you are," Tony growled playfully and flipped Steve on his back.

"Wait, this isn't…" Steve started in protest of being the bottom, but Tony just smiled, pressing a finger to the blond man's lips.

"Shh, tiger. Just relax and let me do my thing." He began to kiss his way down the captain's chest, Steve groaning at certain sensitive spots.

As soon as Tony was at the waistline, Steve froze. "Tony, I-I'm just not ready…" Tony laughed gently and brushed a hand against his husband's face. "Fine, Captain Chastity," He said with fake hurt in his voice.

He got off of Steve and just lay down next to him. They cuddled, and Tony was kind of a fan of pillow talk.

Steve traced his fingers around the arc reactor, making Tony shudder. "I hope Peter gets his memories back soon," He whispered. "Why do you care so much about Wade suddenly?" Tony griped lightheartedly.

"I don't, really. It just seemed that Peter was so… attached to him. More so than any girl he's dated…"

"Wait, what? I thought Wade was his first!"

"No, it was actually Gwen Stacy. Peter didn't want me to tell you because he thought you would make fun of him."

"Well, shit. Gwen Stacy? The annoying blond girl?"

"Yes, Tony. Now don't go on and say that she was way out of his league. He knew that and so he broke up with her."

"Oh. Anything else you two didn't bother to tell me?"

"Um, he also dated some red head. I think her name was Mary Jane."

"What, seriously? That leggy girl? I didn't think that Peter was such a playboy. Maybe he really did inherit something from me!"

Steve laughed and replied, "See, this is exactly why Peter didn't want to tell you. Just keep your inappropriate thoughts to yourself."

They gave up talking and just spooned up against each other. Soon they were asleep, Steve with his arms wrapped protectively around Tony.

Author's note: OK I KNOW THAT GWEN STACY DIED BUT STEVE DOESN'T HAVE TO