And finally after hours of investigating, Matt can finally have one lazy day.. or night. Shame that the missing file case on a young kid took most of his time, but it's his job anyway. No complaining when being a lawyer gives you the salary of a business man. Hard work paid off!
He should plan on what he wants for dinner first, maybe some pasta? No, no.. that's boring! Maybe—
His thoughts were cut off when the ringing of his phone began. Fucking hell.
Oh, all Matt wanted was a nice hot shower and some dinner when he answers the call to hear Wade's voice through the call, though what he didn't expect was a frantic tone from the other end of the line.
"Murdock. Come to the tall bank tower by Hell's Kitchen, now."
Shit, Wade never calls him by his last name, or even be serious. It's Wade fucking Wilson, we're talking about here!
Matt wasted no time putting on his suit, "On my way, stay there.", He could hear a choked sob before the call ended.
Was Wade crying? No shit, he never cries. Peter? Must've been Peter.
God, if anything happened to that kid, he is definitely going to kill someone, maybe more. Fucking hell, he's attached. Wade is probably too.
Running and jumping across rooftops got him thinking other shit, but before he could land on the rooftop, he could sense the harsh breathing and the smell of blood. Yeah, he's gonna kill someone.
Lord forgive him.
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Oh man! Wade was on a streak off trying not to kill anyone like he promised to Peter. Fucker had to break his streak, now he got to restart from zero.
He groaned before pointing the gun at the temple of a random thug, "Fuck you fox and friends for breaking my streak!" Wade yelled as he shot the last guy.
Wade brushes his shoulders off as if there was dust when he felt the constant buzz in his pocket his phone. His mood burst through the roof when he sees the caller ID. Oh his favorite Spider— the only one he knows.
Before Wade could say any jokes of his, Peter beat him to it, "Wade?"
His stomach dropped as his mood went from beyond to below when he heard the pained voice of the spiderling, the grip on his gun tightened.
"Peter?"
Five seconds of silence past by— yes he counted the seconds don't judge— before Peter replied again, "Tower, by Hell' K'tc'n"
Though the words came by like a robot malfunctioning, Wade understood everything before mumbling a 'hang in there' as he kept the phone on in case something happens to his spider. Running out of the warehouse full of blood and corpses, desperate to reach his destination.
Deadpool jumps across rooftops to rooftops to find a possible Spider-Man, lying on the base of a rooftop by Hell's Kitchen— is Matt even there?— as multiple scenarios came to his mind.
Why of all people, Peter Parker, the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, Queen's Spider, is on a tower in the middle of the night asking for help technically.
For a total of ten seconds, his heart stopped beating when he sees the red liquid pool around the small limp body of Spider-Man.
Fuck, fuck, fuck! One night he leaves Peter to patrol alone leads to this.
He jumps across the rooftop to the tower of a Bank, a scenario came to his mind, a robbery perhaps?
The mutant sets aside the reason behind, as he lands beside the limp figure.
Wade moves Peter's body a little to check for any other injury, "Hey pinkie pie, what happened?"
"R'bb'ry."
Shit, vowels are jumbled up.
He is not medic but he knows that this condition is shit.
Wade thinks of the one guy that can help with them— who also knows Spider-Man's identity, Matt Murdock. It was a blur for Wade as he doesn't remember when he dials Matt while he tries to do storytelling for Peter to keep his consciousness awake.
It felt like an eternity before Matt arrives with the the presence of a worried father.
"What the fuck happened." More of a statement than a question.
"Fuck if I know Matty-pie. Kid called me when I finished some business, told me his location, and here I am!"
Wade stood up, frantically waves his arms around in distress while ranting about how he should've stuck with patrolling with Peter as Matt takes his position by kneeling beside Peter.
Matt can see Peter's consciousness slip in and out as his eyes fluttered, trying to stay awake for the sake of their sanity, mostly Wade's sanity but who's talking.
"Carry 'im back to my place."
Wade stops his ranting as he gently carries Peter, whose eyes is closed, in bridal style as the two older men jumps across rooftops, landing on Matt's apartment balcony few minutes after.
"That's a world record for us, arrived at your place in just a few minutes." Wade quips as Matt slams his front door open.
Wade lays Peter down at the couch while Matt scrambles around the apartment to find his first aid kit.
"Wade?" Peter mumbles as he flutter his eyes open, looking at Wade who is sitting next to him.
"Hey Petey-pie. Feeling good?" Wade questions the sleepy spider as he lays Peter's head on his lap.
"No.. can I sleep?"
"Yeah, yeah! Totally, go all Aurora." A smile visible on Wade's mask as he scratches the Peter's scalp, making him comfortable.
Peter hums as he falls asleep in Wade's lap.
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Peter's eyes flutter open as the sun shone through the window next to him. He lets out a yawn as he stretched, instantly regretting his decision as a wave of pain shot him through his abdomen.
He let out a small curse as he slowly gets out of bed— who's bed is this?— and walked to the door, taking in the sweet smell coming from the kitchen.
Pancakes.
"Ah, your awake."
A voice, Matt's voice, echoed through the apartment as Peter takes one step into the living room. He takes in the scene before him, Wade cooking breakfast, Matt on his couch watching tv.
Peter takes a seat next to Matt as he glances at the three red suits neatly folded on the coffee table, next to a pile of papers.
"How are you feeling?" Matt asks, switching the channel to a show about the ocean's unknown depth.
Peter shrugged, "Fine."
"Wanna try again? Without the lying this time." Peter groaned, knowing damn well Matt can sense his terrible lying.
"My head is throbbing, my back is hurting." Peter admits as he gets a bit interested on the show.
He can hear Matt's subtle hum of agreement as Wade approaches them, balancing three plates filled with pancakes.
"Three orders of pancakes coming up!"
Three plates of pancakes are placed on the other side of the coffee table. Peter takes the plate with the most pancakes— knowing him, Wade purposedly put more pancakes on Peter's plate because of his metabolism.
Peter takes one bite of the pancake and felt better. Good food surrounded by good people equals to a great morning!
"How ya feeling Petey?" Wade asks as he digs into his pancakes.
"Bett'r, especi'lly with th's f''d." Peter says with his mouth full of pancakes.
Matt sighs before shaking his head at Peter, "Don't speak with your mouth full."
Peter mumbles an apology as Wade hands him two pills, probably to help with his headache.
"See readers? Peter loves my food, I didn't burn it. Suck it!" Wade yells to.. no one, Matt and Peter just continues to watch the show as if this is an everyday basis.
As Peter chew on his food, he could feel his face sting a little. Wade saw the grimace before frowning a little.
"They hurt you pretty bad there Petey. Ruined your pretty face, readers are probably as pissed off as I am. Like who dares to hurt our little spider?!"
"Hey! Peter laughed. Mission success! Right readers?" Wade says to no one in front of him.
Matt wipes his face off with a tissue before facing Peter, "What exactly happened?" Matt sits closely next to Peter before putting a arm around his shoulder, like a side hug.
"Uhm.. bank robbery then the dudes just ganged up on me. It was like twenty against one! Like who the hell brings twenty people to rob one bank?" Peter waved his arms in the air after he place his plate on the coffee table.
Matt cursed under his breath, "You think they escaped?" Peter looked at him as if he just killed his puppy, "No?! You think I'm that bad?"
"Of course not, you idiotic child."
Matt huffs before his arm fell right back to his side. He gets up from his seat, heading towards the front door to leave for his meeting with Foggy about another case.
Wade and Peter yells out a 'bye' as Matt slams the door close, yelling a 'bye' back.
"Y'know, he may look like he hates you but he doesn't. Trust me, he looked like a panic dad when he saw you hurt last night."
Peter shakes his head in fond, smiling knowing he got Matt around his finger. Wade too, honestly, he probably admits it.
After the events with Doctor Strange, he admits, he felt lonely especially when he walked into his busted apartment. But when he stumbles upon The Devil of Hell's Kitchen and the mercenary, it felt like home, a true home. Sure it's nothing like years ago when Mr. Stark was alive, but he's glad he found someone similar to him.. just less rich and more cheery.
"I can hear ya' thinking Peter. Me and Matt, even if he doesn't admit it, loves you too kiddo." Wade gives him a quick hug then ruffles his hair before cleaning up the dirty plates.
Peter senses as Wade leaves the living room, looking at the pictures hanging around the tv, he believes that he has finally found a new home.
The pictures of him, Wade, and Matt together, selfies, and memorable moments across the apartment.
He is gonna be just fine.