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Peter looked around the interrogation room, drumming his fingers on the cold, metal table. He knew the mirror to his left was a one way mirror, and that Deadpool was watching him from the other side. Usually, Peter would be on the other side of the mirror. But not today.
The door squeaked open, and Steve and Tony entered the room. They sat down on the opposite side of the table.
"I though Natasha was going to do the questioning?" Peter's heart sunk. He had been betting on the assassin's skills to prove his innocence. They had waited almost a week in order for her to finish her current mission and return to the tower.
"We could not get ahold of her. She doesn't know how much longer her mission will last and suggested we go ahead and question you ourselves." Tony explained as he scrolled through several documents on his tablet.
Peter groaned and laid his head on the table, "wonderful."
Steve looked at his own tablet for a moment before pushing it to the side.
Tony spoke first, "So. You killed two people, disappeared for two days, then trashed my lab. Correct?"
"You seriously think I killed those people?" Peter pulled at his hair. "I wasn't fast enough to save them!"
"No, I just wanted to see how you reacted to that," Tony shrugged. "The news is saying you did kill them, but neither of us believe you would actually do such a thing."
Peter glared at the Avenger, "but me destroying your lab is within the realm of possibilities?"
Steve nodded, "we don't want to believe it, Peter. But we have nothing to prove you're telling the truth."
"How long have you known me? Five years? Two of which I have lived with you people. When have I ever lied to you?" Peter held his hands up.
"Kid has a point, Tony." Steve leaned back in his chair.
"Doesn't change the fact that his story doesn't match up with Jarvis'." Tony retorted, still scrolling through his tablet. "We want to believe you, kid-"
"I'm twenty-four. Stop calling me a kid." Peter huffed.
"Peter," Tony corrected himself, "but lately you have been acting strangely. You've been very secretive. Going off by yourself for days on end, keeping your wounds a secret from us, ignoring direct orders. And now this. Also, you ran from us and acted like we were attacking you when you woke up in the hospital wing."
"I was getting restless, I needed time to sort some things out before I lashed out at the team. And too be fair, you did put on your suit after-" Peter cut himself off when he noticed the shocked looks on their faces.
"So you distanced yourself because you knew something was going to happen?" Steve leaned forward, hands folded on the table. "Is your spider sense telling you this?"
Deadpool looked up at the mirror and moved closer to it. He remembered Peter talking about the bad feeling he had a few days ago.
"Yes and no? It's more of a gut feeling when I'm away from the team, but my spider sense tells me to run when I get near you."
"Is it telling you to run now?"
"Yes. Has been all week." Peter's focus seemed to be on his handcuffs, he fiddled with the chain. "I've felt like this the last month, though. Something worse is going to happen. I know it is. Someone might get hurt next time."
"Why didn't you tell us about this sooner? Don't you trust us?" Steve frowned.
Peter stopped messing with the cuffs and looked Steve in the eye. "I used too. But my spider sense is telling me otherwise."
"Excuse us for a moment, Pete." Steve and Tony left the room, going to the room on the other side of the mirror.
"Welp. At Least we know why he's been acting weird," Tony commented as he poured himself a cup of coffee.
"Still doesn't explain the incident in your lab," Steve sighed.
"I want to run a few tests on him. Evaluate his mental state before we continue the questioning. My theory is that he had a mental breakdown," Tony decided.
Deadpool listened to the two avengers as he watched Peter fumble with the handcuffs. Swiping a key off the counter, the mercenary slipped into the room and sat across from Peter. "They think you're mental, bro. Want to do some tests or somethin'." He reported, gently pulling Peter's hands apart and holding them in his own.
"I'm not, though. I know what I saw." Peter grumbled.
"I know, Spidey. I know..." Using the key he had just stolen, he unlocked the cuffs.
Peter looked at him in shock, "why?"
"Detective work is gonna be pretty difficult with those one. C'mon!" He grabbed Peter's wrist and pulled him towards the door. Peter stumbled at first but broke into a run after they left the room.
Tony heard a door squeak and looked over his shoulder, "sh*t."
"So what's the plan?" Deadpool asked as Peter put his Spider-man costume on. They had stopped by Peter's room to retrieve it.
"Find the flash drive. I have a feeling that it's important." Peter said, clicking his web shooters into place.
"Okay. It's in Tony's office if I heard them right."
"Great. We'll have to go through the air vents. It's the only place in the building Jarvis doesn't watch," Peter crawled up the wall and removed the vent. "It's a tight fit, are you flexible enough to make it?"
"Why don't you come back down here and see how flexible I can be," Wade blew Spider-man a kiss.
"Now is not the time for sex jokes."
"Now is always the time for sex jokes."
"Has anyone told you you have an amazing ass?" The two had been crawling through the ventilation system for almost twenty minutes now, and Deadpool would not stop talking.
"I will kick you in the throat."
"Kinky. OW! MOTHf*ckER! YOU ACTUALLY KICKED ME."
"Stop yelling or they'll find us," Spider-man warned in a hushed voice.
Deadpool fell silent, rubbing his throat until the bruise cleared. Spider-man stopped several feet ahead of him, removing the the vent cover and lowering himself into the room on a strand of webbing. Slowly, he flipped around and landed, upright, on the floor, "it's all clear, you can come down."
Deadpool nodded and jumped down next to him. He stood guard by the door as Spider-man searched the room.
The arachnid found the flash drive in a desk drawer, a bit of webbing still stuck to it. Plugging it into Tony's computer, he opened the first file. Spider-man gasped.
"What is it?" Deadpool abandoned his post in favor of looking at the computer screen. "Is that...?"
"Yes. This is bad. Very bad." Spider-man removed the flash drive, "this is way over our heads. SHIELD should know about this."
"Know about what?"
Both men spun around to see Iron Man standing in the doorway.
"Tony! We need to get this to SHIELD!" Spider-man tossed him the flash drive, "if the intruders from last week-or anyone for that matter-got ahold of-"
"I'm gonna stop you right there, Peter." Iron Man set the flash drive down and held up a hand. "The contents of this are safe with me. No one knows it exists. And no one is going to try and steal what they don't know exists."
"Tony-"
"Stop. Just stop. Remove the mask and come with me," Captain America was once again at Iron Man's side. "We believe you are having a mental break down due to stress. Please allow us to run a few tests."
"No. I'm fine, cap." Spider-man stood his ground.
"Peter," Captain America spoke in a calming tone, "we're worried about you. We want to help."
"You can help by staying out of my way!" Peter ran at the captain, kicking him square in the chest and sending him flying into the hallway. He retrieved the flash drive with his webs and took off down the hall. Iron Man started to chase him, but was hit in the back by a Steve's shield. Looking over his shoulder, he saw that Deadpool had gotten ahold of it and was the one who had hit him.
Deadpool aimed another blow at Iron Man's face, but the armored avenger blocked it with his forearm. "Why are you helping him escape?"
"Eh, has to do with love and trust. All that fun stuff that you wouldn't understand." Wade shrugged and attempted to hit him again with the shield.
Steve lunged, wrapping his arms around the mercenary's waist and tackling him to the ground. "I got Deadpool, get Peter!" He then proceeded to wrestle over the shield.
Iron Man shot off down the hallway without a second glance. He caught sight of Spider-man swinging around a corner, heading for the living room. The moment Iron Man had a clear shot, he fired his repulsor.
Spider-man howled in pain and fell from his web, crashing into a couch and rolling onto the floor. Tony landed and slowly walked towards him, his eyes wide in shock. He had been sure that Spider-man would be able to dodge. "His spider sense is out of whack, that has to be the cause for all of this..." He thought as he looked at the streak of blood leading to the burn wound on Spider-man's side.
"You shot me..." Spider-man rasped, struggling to get to his feet.
"Peter..." Iron Man lifted his face plate, "let me-"
"NO!" Spider-man rushed forward and punched Iron Man in the face, a sickening crack signaled a broken nose. Iron Man acted on instinct, grabbing Spider-man's arm and flinging him across the room.
Spider-man wasn't able to react fast enough and crashed through a window. Once he was free-falling outside Avengers tower, he shot a web and flung himself back into the air. He started moving away from the tower, only stopping momentarily to web up the burn on his side.
Iron Man cursed under his breath and flew after him.
By the time captain America and Deadpool sorted themselves out and reached the living room, the other two where long gone.
Wade clenched his fists when he saw the blood on the floor, "I'm going to f*cking murder the tin man."
