BAD IDEA ― deadpool & wolverine

EIGHT

CHAPTER EIGHT:
A BLIND SUPERHERO?
THIS IS THE START
OF A BAD JOKE, RIGHT?

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THE FIRST THING PETER DID WAS CALL MATT BECAUSE HE KNEW IF ANYONE NEEDED TO FIND OUT THAT KETTI WAS HURT, IT WAS MATT MURDOCK.

The problem was that he didn't mention to Wade or Logan the relationship between her and Matt.

Which wasn't romantic.

It never had been, despite everyone around them thinking they'd probably get together.

(I can attest, they're vomit-inducing kind of sweet, but thank god she's not interested because no chance I can compete with that guy.)

Matt met Peter outside and walked into the hospital with him, cane leading the way down the halls. He stopped, head tilting when they come across Wade and Logan.

"You must be Hot and Dumbass," a smile pulled at his lips, "I'm Matt Murdock. Friend of Ketti and Peter's."

"Aw, we're friends?" Peter asked hopefully.

"Of course," Matt nodded. "You're Ketti's friend and therefore mine. How is she?"

"I'm sorry, who the fuck is this?" Deadpool asked. "What's with Ketti only having male friends? I don't like that."

"You must be Wade," Matt surmised. "And that makes you Logan," he looked in the general direction of Logan, who was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

"She talk about me?" Deadpool's tone shifted, a bit hopeful.

The smile on Matt's lips grew a bit. "Often," he nodded, "she's very fond of you both."

(Did you hear that, kids? FOND. Baby's fond of me. I'm gonna kiss that girl so hard when she wakes up.)

"She's in the ICU," Logan informed Matt. "They're monitoring to see if she needs surgery. Had a, fucking, what's it called?"

"Hemothorax," Peter supplied helpfully. "Buildup of blood between the chest wall and lung."

"Is Claire here?" Matt asked Peter, head tilting towards him.

Peter thought for a moment. "Let me check, two minutes," he told him and walked off.

Matt sighed and used his cane to find an empty chair, taking a seat.

"So how d'ya know Ketti?" Deadpool asked.

"We've been friends since college," he informed them. "Met by accident, as does everything with Ketti. I'm a lawyer, she was studying philosophy," he shook his head with a fond smile, "entirely useless, which she realized two years in and dropped out."

"She's a bartender," Logan supplied. "Fuck she go from philosophy to bartending?"

"Welcome to New York, Logan," Matt quipped. "The land of the free."

Logan scoffed.

Wade observed Matt for a moment. "Your voice is familiar."