Wade got out of the bed, putting his boxers back on. I rubbed my eyes, but sat up on the bed and began to do the same. We both stood up after we had some pants on, then I leaned in for a kiss.

"Don't you dare fucking kiss me," Wade snapped, leaving the room immediately.

I frowned, grabbing my shirt off the ground and putting it back on. I threw Wade's shirt on his bed, wondering what the hell just happened.

I rubbed my eyes again, wondering why Wade didn't want to kiss me. We literally just fucked and he doesn't want to kiss me. I bit my lip, feeling insecure about myself for a few moments. I ran my hairs through my hair, then started to chew on my finger nails. Is there something wrong with me?

I paced around the room, interlocking my hands behind my neck and staring at the ceiling. I closed my eyes for a few moments, took a few deep breaths and then scowled. It's fine, it's not like it meant anything. But it did mean something to me, I just acted like it didn't.

Eventually I got the courage to leave the room, but I wished I didn't. As soon as I opened the door, I saw Wade flirting with Shuri in the hallway. What the hell? I stared for a few moments, more at Wade than Shuri. Finally Wade met my eyes, causing anger to build up within myself.

I slammed the door shut, going back into our room. So it really does mean nothing to him. He's just going to pretend like nothing happened. I was right before. He's such a prick.

I hopped on my bed and punched my pillow a billion times, wanting to tear Wade apart. I then grabbed the pillow and shoved it in my face, letting out a muffled scream. Right after that I took the pillow and whipped it at the ground, then jumped and stomped on it with both feet.

"Fuck you Wade," I cursed under my breath after I was finished letting my anger out.

"So you're sure Peter's not going to tell Steve?" Stephen asked me. We were both sitting on his bed in his room, contemplating the situation.

"Yes, he's not like that," I assured him in return.

Stephen raised an eyebrow. "How do you know what he's like? We've only known these kids for a week or so, Tony," He pointed out.

"Yeah well I've spent a lot of time with him, enough to predict what he'll do in certain situations. He does not seem like the one to involve himself in other's problems," I informed the wizard.

Dr Strange sighed. "So... when are you going to break up with Steve?"

I gave him a look.

"What? We can't just keep going like this forever. Steve seems like he's going to propose any minute, you need to start dropping hints," He snapped.

I sighed, running my hands through my hair. "My sidedick is asking me to break up with my boyfriend," I muttered.

"Sidedick?" Stephen asked. "Is that really all I am to you? If so, then we're through."

I furrowed my eyebrows, then looked up at him apologetically. "I'll start dropping hints," I promised him.

Stephen sighed, then nodded. "Thank you."