Superman's Saiyan little brother

"My dear little Peter, you finally came. Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting for you? Like a withered flower, you've wasted my youth. Tell me, how should you compensate me?" Wade's voice was filled with mock despair as Peter Parker approached him. Despite Wade still wearing his mask, Peter could sense the exaggerated resentment in his tone. This kind of complaint, though completely irrational, was typical of Wade, who never played by the rules of logic.

"Aren't you supposed to be recovering from your injuries? Didn't you get kicked pretty far? Are you seriously not hurt at all?" Peter struggled to suppress his revulsion as he retorted.

"How could a father ever truly harm his son? Don't be fooled by how Dad pretends not to recognize me. Deep down, he's thrilled to have such a wonderful son like me!" Wade lifted his head proudly as he spoke, looking at Peter with a mixture of pride and mischief.

"Not only Dad, but also my godfather. After all, I'm their firstborn. Who else would they spoil but me? They'll depend on me for their retirement!" Wade continued, seemingly delighted with his own twisted logic.

"???" Peter was utterly perplexed by Wade's reasoning. He couldn't follow Wade's logic at all but quickly remembered that Wade wasn't a normal person who needed rational explanations. To Wade, every word he spoke made perfect sense in his own world.

"Oh no! Why do I understand him so quickly? Am I becoming like him? Damn it! How did this happen so fast? I haven't even learned his secret to mastering control over my body yet!" A cold shiver ran down Peter's spine as he realized he might be starting to think like Wade. He recalled a saying he had read somewhere: "Only the insane can truly understand each other." Peter feared he was heading down that path.

"What's wrong, Peter? You look a bit panicked," Wade said, noticing Peter's hesitant and alarmed expression. He patted Peter on the shoulder and added, "You don't believe what I'm saying? If you don't, why not take me to the Avengers' base and let me talk to Dad and Godfather directly?"

"No, that's not necessary. I believe you," Peter replied instinctively, opting to avoid the confrontation Wade proposed. Under normal circumstances, Peter would have challenged Wade to prove his claims to Robert and Clark, but Wade's reverse psychology left him no choice but to retreat. This left Peter feeling helpless.

Peter began to regret ever agreeing to interact with Wade. He suspected that Wade didn't possess any special method to resist control. Instead, Wade's immunity during the Spider-Man incident likely stemmed from his inherently chaotic mind, which defied control by others. Peter realized that achieving perfect control over his body shouldn't come at the cost of losing his sanity.

With this revelation, Peter's desire to leave grew stronger. He concluded that there must be other ways to solve his problem without resorting to Wade's erratic teachings.

"Peter? Where are you going? You just got here. Don't you want to have a drink with me? Don't worry, this time it's my treat. I'll pay..." Wade's voice trailed off as he noticed Peter starting to leave. His eyes narrowed with suspicion as he continued, "Wait a minute. You haven't had a meal or drink with me before. How do you know I don't usually pay? Have you been spying on me?"

"Who's spying on you!" Peter's outburst drew curious glances from passersby, making him feel even more uncomfortable. His embarrassment deepened as he hurriedly denied Wade's accusations.

"Then how do you know about that? Did you investigate me?" Wade asked, his suspicion growing as he observed Peter's flustered response.

"I don't know anything about you not paying! Just shut up!" Peter snapped, pulling away from Wade's grip. He wanted to escape as quickly as possible, aware that the growing crowd was piecing together snippets of their conversation and letting their imaginations run wild.

"Don't go! We haven't even had a drink yet!" Wade called after Peter, not understanding his friend's urgency to leave. He reached out again, but Peter deftly evaded him and walked away without looking back.

Unable to use any extraordinary abilities in public to avoid exposing his identity, Peter kept his actions within normal human limits. If he had been in his Spider-Man suit, using his powers wouldn't have mattered. But Peter worried that showing up as Spider-Man to meet Wade would make headlines the next day.

In this world, Peter didn't work at a newspaper or sell photos of himself as Spider-Man. Nevertheless, Spider-Man was still a top-tier superhero, and every time Peter donned the suit, countless people tried to capture him in a sensational story.

"Peter? Why are you leaving so suddenly? Is it something I did? Or... have you fallen out of love with me?" Wade's dramatic shout, filled with faux heartbreak, drew even more attention from the onlookers. Peter could imagine the outrageous scenarios playing out in their minds as he quickened his pace to leave the scene.

Peter could only hope that no one in the crowd recognized him or had any connection to his life. He didn't want to suffer a social death because of Wade's antics.

"Huh? He's really leaving? What's going on? Is he actually mad? But I didn't say anything offensive. I can't let my little spider go like this! Plus, I still don't know where the Avengers' base is!" As Peter walked away without looking back, Wade became anxious. Ignoring the stares from others, he chased after Peter, confused by his sudden departure.

"Peter! If you keep running, I'll start shouting embarrassing things! And if people hear something they shouldn't, don't blame me!" Wade yelled, realizing he couldn't keep up with Peter's increasing speed, especially as they moved into less crowded areas. 

In this world, Wade only had enhanced healing from the experiments he underwent. His combat abilities were comparable to a super-soldier but not beyond that. While his speed was much faster than an ordinary person and even unmatched by Olympic champions, he was no match for Peter's superhuman agility and training.

Soon, Wade lost sight of Peter and stood in the street, dejected like a heartbroken lover left behind. 

"What's with this guy? Why is he wearing such weird clothes and standing around like that?" A passerby noticed Wade's strange appearance and the sadness in his demeanor, feeling a pang of empathy. "He looks so heartbroken. What happened to him?"

Wade's emotional display seemed to resonate with people even through his mask, suggesting that his mask had somehow become an extension of his expressive face.

"I know him! He just had a fight with his boyfriend!" One of the bystanders who had overheard Wade and Peter's earlier conversation chimed in, eager to share his gossip-fueled interpretation of the scene.

This juicy tidbit quickly caught people's attention, and more onlookers gathered, each weaving their own narrative of the supposed love story between Wade and Peter. In their minds, a complex web of romance and conflict began to form, fueled by their collective imagination.

"You need to get out of here, now!" Peter suddenly reappeared beside Wade, though he had altered his appearance. Wearing a long coat and an Iron Man mask, he hoped to avoid recognition and the spreading gossip. Peter pulled Wade away from the crowd, anxious to end the spectacle before it spiraled further out of control.

As Peter dragged Wade to a secluded corner, a new layer of gossip began to emerge. Now, the narrative shifted to Peter discovering Wade's secret lover—the mysterious man in the coat. The onlookers, left to their speculations, crafted even more elaborate stories about the love triangle they had witnessed.

Fortunately, neither Peter nor Wade's true identities were exposed during the incident. Even though Wade had called Peter by name, the countless Peters in America made it unlikely anyone would connect the dots to Peter Parker. Unless both their identities were someday revealed, today's bizarre gossip would remain just that—a strange, unverified tale.

"It's all your fault. Are you insane? Why would you act like that in the middle of the street?" Peter scolded Wade, exasperated by his behavior.

"Peter, you abandoned me! What else was I supposed to do? How else could I make you come

back?" Wade shot back, his eyes wide with mock hurt. "If I hadn't made a scene, would you have returned?" His voice dripped with exaggerated sorrow, compelling Peter to face him once more.

Peter shivered as Wade's theatrics reached a new level. "Stop it! If you keep this up, I'll never speak to you again. And by the way, I've decided not to learn your so-called method. The Avengers can contact you if they need to. Other than that, go be crazy somewhere else," Peter declared firmly, stepping back to put some distance between them.

"Peter, you still haven't forgiven me," Wade sighed, a brief smile fading from his face. "This world's you are so different. You don't joke around. You haven't really grown up yet," he murmured, his voice tinged with an odd mix of regret and nostalgia.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. Anyone would find you unbearable! If something comes up, I'll get in touch. Goodbye!" Peter glared at Wade and started to walk away.

"Wait!" Wade shouted as Peter turned to leave. His eyes suddenly widened in alarm as he noticed a strange black substance darting towards Peter from the shadows. "Is that… him?" Wade muttered under his breath, perplexed.

Peter felt a chill run down his spine as he sensed something wrong. His spider-sense tingled, and he whirled around just in time to see the black mass lunging at him. Instinctively, he dodged, narrowly avoiding the impact. The substance swirled in mid-air, hovering ominously as if sizing up its target.

"What the—?" Peter began, but his words were cut short as the black substance lunged again, faster this time. Peter barely managed to evade it, flipping backward with acrobatic ease. Wade, too, was on high alert, his eyes following the erratic movements of the dark entity.

"What is that thing?" Peter shouted to Wade, now fully focused on the new threat.

"I've seen it before… it's some kind of alien symbiote!" Wade yelled back, his usual playful tone replaced with genuine concern. "Stay clear of it, Peter! It's dangerous and unpredictable!"

The symbiote's fluid form twisted and coiled, adapting to each of Peter's evasive maneuvers. It seemed relentless, intent on latching onto him. Peter's mind raced, recalling his past encounters with such entities. The symbiote was known for its parasitic nature, seeking hosts to enhance its own power while taking control of their minds and bodies.

"We can't let it attach to anyone," Peter muttered to himself, calculating his next move. He leaped onto a nearby wall, scaling it with the ease of a practiced climber, trying to put more distance between himself and the symbiote. The black mass, undeterred, followed him up the wall, defying gravity with its fluid form.

Wade watched from below, his usual bravado tempered by the seriousness of the situation. He knew firsthand the dangers of the symbiote and the devastation it could cause. He had to think fast. His eyes darted around, searching for something—anything—that could help them neutralize the threat.

"Peter! Use fire or sound! Those things hate heat and loud noises!" Wade shouted, recalling the weaknesses of the symbiotes from his own fragmented experiences.

Peter nodded, understanding the urgency. He scanned the area, spotting a construction site nearby. Without hesitation, he swung towards it, grabbing a discarded piece of metal. He struck it against a steel beam, creating a loud, resonant clang that echoed through the alley.

The symbiote recoiled, its form writhing as if in pain from the sharp noise. Seizing the opportunity, Peter continued to create more noise, each clang causing the symbiote to retreat further. 

Wade, meanwhile, had found a discarded blowtorch among the construction debris. He quickly ignited it, waving the flame towards the symbiote. The creature hissed and shrank away, retreating to a safe distance.

With the combined assault of noise and fire, the symbiote was finally driven back, retreating into the shadows from which it had emerged. Peter and Wade stood ready, watching for any signs of its return, but the alley remained silent and still.

"Is it gone?" Peter asked, his voice tense but steady.

"For now, I think," Wade replied, extinguishing the blowtorch. He looked at Peter, his usual glibness replaced by a rare moment of seriousness. "That thing is trouble, Peter. We need to be careful. If it comes back, we need to be ready."

Peter nodded, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Thanks, Wade. I mean it. For helping with that."

Wade shrugged, his expression softening. "Hey, what are friends for? Even crazy ones like me." 

Peter smiled, despite the tense encounter. "Just… try not to make a scene next time, okay? I don't need any more gossip about us floating around."

Wade laughed, the tension breaking as his usual playful demeanor returned. "No promises, Parker. No promises."

As they walked away from the alley, Peter couldn't help but feel a lingering unease. The encounter with the symbiote was a stark reminder of the unpredictable dangers lurking in their world. And as much as he valued the help Wade had provided, he knew that keeping their identities—and their sanity—intact would be an ongoing challenge.

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Back at the Avengers' base, Tony Stark was deep in discussion with Harry Osborn, finalizing the details of their new collaboration. The sudden intrusion of Peter and Wade's antics seemed like a distant, almost absurd interruption in the world of high-stakes negotiations and superhero responsibilities.

"Do you think they'll be okay?" Harry asked, his mind half on the conversation and half wondering about Peter's wellbeing.

Tony glanced at him, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "If there's one thing I've learned about Parker and Wilson, it's that they can handle just about anything. Let's just hope they don't blow up half the city in the process."

Harry chuckled, though his worry for his friend lingered. As the night deepened, the city seemed to settle back into its usual rhythm, unaware of the small battles fought in its shadows.

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