WARNING! This story gives away part of the story of Deadpool Kills the Marvel Universe! Despite the outcome being pretty obvious. ^^;
Also, I don’t own Peter, Wade, Tony, or Steve. Marvel does.
Tony, exhausted from his day at work, pulled into Stark Tower. He smiled a little to himself. He’d have some time off really soon, which was sorely needed. A vacation for Steve, Peter, and himself would be amazing. Definitely some place nice. Hawaii or Fiji or something like that. Some place warm, that’s for sure. He pondered it on the elevator ride up, but the thoughts of sand and sun were interrupted when he reached the top floor. Steve was curled up on the couch, his shoulders trembling. As he got closer to find out what was wrong, he saw the steel and glass coffee table that Steve had smashed in what he assumed was distress. He sat down next to him and put a hand on his shoulder, his hands cut from the glass.
He was cut off by the blonde wrapping his arms around him, sobbing into his chest.
“Tony! It’s Peter…”
“Steve, calm down. What about Peter?” he asked, trying to get a straight answer out of him. He was sobbing hard, and it was making him unable to form words. Tony’s heart started to race. Something had to be really wrong.
“Wade… he went to talk to Wade… to talk him down… to get him to stop…”
“Yeah?” the realization came over him, “What did Wade do to Peter?!”
“He.. He just… he shot him…”
Tony went cold. He pushed his sobbing husband up to face him, partly in anger and partly in fear. Steve was an absolute mess.
“Where?! Is he going to be okay?!”
He looked away, the pain coming back and he shuddered in his arms.
“Tony… he’s dead. He put a bullet in his head…”
Everything around crashed him and started to fall. There was no way for him to process this. His hands trembled and he looked at him.
“Yes… I was called in…”
Tony suddenly felt the tears run down his face, then when he went to wipe them away, the pain finally started to set in. He felt the sobs start small, then he was in Steve’s arms, crying like a child. Their only son, the boy they raised, had just been murdered. He was gone. They fell apart in each other’s arms.
There was a call placed after about a week that the Avengers were going to assemble to find and take down Deadpool. Steve was suiting up for the mission when Tony found him. He’d been a little worried about his husband lately. Cap had seemed to have two modes lately. When they were around anything of Peter’s, he break down into tears and it would take hours to console him, but when someone mentioned Wade, he’d have minor bouts of rage. This usually ended with him breaking something or pulling a door off it’s hinges.
“Are you really going to do this?”
“Yeah, I am.”
“Steve, this is a bad idea. You aren’t… stable right now. You’re going to play right into his hands. He wants you to get angry and get sloppy.”
“Well, I’m not going to sit on my hands and let the monster who killed Peter just get away!” he snapped, turning to face Tony, “We trusted him! He was Peter’s freind, and he killed him in the street like an animal!”
“I know! I’m angry too! I want to get him as much as you do, Steve, but this is not the way to do it! If we go in there with no plan, and fueled by rage we’re going to just get killed!”
“I have a plan.” he said, tightening his belt and grabbing his shield, “I’m going to kill him.”
Tony was shocked. Despite the fact that he’d been made into Captain America to be a super soldier, he’d always seen him as the blonde boy scout . The venom in his voice though, the abject hatred, sounded like one of the criminals they worked so hard to put away. The tone just sounded like he’d wring his neck with his bare hands.
“Steve, you can’t kill Wade!”
“Because of his damn healing factor! He’ll just keep coming back.”
“Then I’ll just have to keep trying until he stays dead.”
“You’re out of your mind. I’m not letting you go out there like this!”
Steve tried to get past him, but Tony wouldn’t let him. Fury rose up onto his features.
Steve went to grab him and Tony punched him in the jaw. When he recoiled, Tony grabbed the collar of his suit, pulling him into a kiss. The blonde blinked in confusion, and felt his husband shaking as he held him in place. Tony was really worried about him. His anger melted for a minute, and he put his arms around him. Tony pulled away, and out of his arms to look Steve in the face.
“Look here, Captain. I loved Peter, and I want to kill Wade as much as you do, but we can’t just run in like Leroy and not expect him to kill us. We have to think about this rationally. ” he said, and then took his hand, “We’ll get him, Steve. He’ll pay for what he’s done. Just be patient.”
Steve looked at his hands, and then ran one through his hair, frustrated.
“I’m always right.”
“I know… I was just… so pissed…”
“I know, baby, I know. So am I. I’m just channeling my hate more structurally. Trust me, this will all be over soon.”
The blast took all of them by surprise. Tony groggily reached conciousness to realize the entire place had been blown to smithereens. His face felt wet, and he reached up to wipe the blood off, only to have his palm come away covered in blood. He looked at himself and saw his legs were crushed by the rubble, and that his armor had been smashed and dented. He was aware he was bleeding out, and was probably going to die.
Then, suddenly, he thought about Steve. He looked around, trying to see if he was still alive. All he saw was his bloodied shield. Pain bit into his heart again, and he tried to reach it. It was just too far away. The blood loss finally made his head swim again, then his hands wouldn’t reach, and he just collapsed. Tears flowed over his bloodied face and he laid his head back, closing his eyes, and darkness overtook him.