Narrator's POV

I fallen in love

I fallen in love for the first time

This time I know it for real

I've fallen in love

God knows

God knows I've fallen in love

"What is it you want to break free from?" Asked Stephen, leaning against the doorframe of Peter's room. This was one of his favorite songs.

Peter was sitting at his desk, sketching something while an old record player, the heavy gift box Tony had given him, played "The Works" album by Queen.

"Never being kissed." Peter said.

"Oh." Stephen's shoulders jumped a little in surprise. He wasn't going to over react. Peter was growing up and needed to experience new things. Stephen was a teenager once, he understood. He had nothing against curiosity, he was very curious himself when he was younger and still was. "Well that's nice."

Peter turned to Stephen. "Doctor Dad please don't tell Iron Dad." Peter said, sounding a little nervous.

Stephen gave him a soft smile. He stepped into the room and closed the door gently. "I swear on the time stone." He said, going over to Peter's bed and sitting on the edge. Peter turned his rolling chair to his dad.

"I know Iron Dad doesn't like Wade, but I really do. I want to be with him all the time. He treats me like a prince, and he makes me happy. And I really want to be with him for as long as I can." Peter said. "But I know Iron Dad doesn't like him, and I don't know what to do." Peter's eyes formed pools of tears in them. His head hung low. Stephen watched. "I want Iron Dad to be happy. I feel like he's disappointed with me for making this choice. Like, he knows I can do better, but this is my better. I love Wade, he loves me too. I just want Iron Dad to be happy, and for me to be happy." Peter broke down crying.

"Hey, no, no, no, no Peter. Come here. It's okay. Please don't cry." Stephen pulled his son closer, embracing him. Peter had his face buried in Stephen's chest. He spoke softly. "Your dad isn't disappointed in you."

Peter sniffled, he turned his face from Stephen's chest and placed his ear against his dad's chest. He stared at the floor. "He's not?" He asked, in a scared little voice. Like a small child that had gotten frightened by a nightmare.

"Of course not Peter. He could never. He loves you very much." Stephen said. "It might seem like he doesn't agree with you and Wade, but he's only trying to protect you because he loves you. He's very proud of you."

"You really think so?" Peter asked, looking up at his dad now.

Stephen took his son's face in his hands. "I know so." He leaned forward and kissed his forehead. "Let's wipe those tears away, okay?" Stephen used his thumbs to wipe away the tears on his son's cheeks. He gave his son a soft smile. "Honey, it shouldn't matter what your dad thinks. You come before anyone else. If you're happy, stay that way regardless of what everyone else thinks or says. Be you." Stephen said.

"Thanks dad." Peter smiled.

Stephen pulled him in for a hug. "You're dad and I are very proud of you Peter. We love you so much."

"I love you too." Peter said, smiling and hugging his dad back.

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"You two have a fun night and be safe." Stephen waved at Peter and Wade as they walked down the street.

"By dads." Peter waved back.

"You better have him home by ten." Tony said, standing by Stephen.

"Sir yes sir." Wade said, laughing afterward.

"If you think I'm joking-"

Stephen shut him up. "Have fun!" He closed the door.

"I swear, if he hurts a hair on-"

"Tony calm down." Stephen said.

"I am calm." He said. His pocket beeped.

"What's that?" Asked Stephen.

"It's the tracker I put in Peter's hat." Tony explained, taking it out.

"May I see?" Stephen asked. Tony handed it to him. Stephen opened a portal and tossed it in. "Oops." He closed the portal.

"Ah! Stephen! Why would you do that?!"

///0///0

"Wade look." Peter said with ducks surrounding him, eating the bread he'd thrown, looking back at Wade.

"Huh?" Wade asked, hiding his hands behind his back.

"Whatcha got there?" Asked Peter.

"Nothing." Wade answered quickly.

"Wade." Peter stretched his hand out.

Wade sighed, he looked down and revealed what he was hiding.

"Gah!" Peter jumped back when he saw that Wade was holding a dead duck. "Wade! What did you do to it? Why is it dead?" Peter was spooked.

"I think he ate too much. Was it one slice of bread for each or a bag of sliced bread for each one?" He asked.

"What?! Wade! You fed a whole bag of bread to this duck? It's suppose to be one slice." Peter said.

"Oooooh, no wonder it stopped eating when it got halfway through the bag." Wade said looking at it.

"Wait, half? What happened to the other half?"

"I force fed it to him."

"Wade!"

///0///0

"At least he lived a good life at this beautiful park." Peter said, staring at a mound of dirt. They had buried the duck that had died. He nudged Wade, who was standing there with his hands in his pockets.

"Oh, yeah." Wade bowed his head. "RIP Mr. Duck." Was all Wade said. It was quiet for a few seconds. "Alright." He grabbed Peter's hand. "Let's go." He began to walk away with Peter.

///0///0

"These lights are beautiful." Peter said, staring at a waterfall with colorful glowing lights in the dark with Wade. The sound of water rushing and hitting the ground laid in the background.

"Yeah." Wade said, admiring them. He took Peter's hand. Peter looked at him. "It's not everyday you get to sit and relax like this when you're a hero, huh?" He asked.

Peter sighed in relaxation and looked back at the lights. "Yeah."

"Petey." Wade said. Peter looked at him again. "You know I love you?" He smiled.

"Of course I do. I love you too." Peter laughed.

"Come here you dorky dork." Wade picked him up and spun him. Peter laughed. He stopped and looked into Peter's eyes. He sighed, a large stupid smile spread across his face.

"What?" Peter asked, laughing.

"You're so beautiful." Wade said.

"Aww Wade stop." Peter blushed.

"But I mean it. You, Peter Parker, are beautiful." Wade leaned in for a kiss.

Peter was a little hesitant. This what he wanted right? Oh what the heck. He dove in.

Their lips connected.

Peter's lips felt so soft against Wade's. He pulled away for a little, getting a taste of Peter's cherry chapstick, and went back in; nibbling at his boyfriend's bottom lip this time. Peter granted him access. Wade dove in, slipping his tongue into Peter's mouth.

Peter pulled away quickly.

"What?" Asked Wade.

"That felt weird." Peter answered.

"Oh." Wade said, letting his stare fall to the ground; a little disappointed that Peter didn't like it.

"Do it again." Peter said.

Wade looked up at him. He saw Peter smiling, he smiled and went in for another kiss. This time Peter took Wade's face in his hands and held him close.

///0///0

"Bye Wade." Peter said at the door of the Sanctum, watching Wade walk down the street. He closed the door once Wade was no longer visible. He leaned against the door and covered his face with his hands. He squealed. "Dad." He squeaked in happiness.