Here We Go Again

3: Team Red (Two Guys And One Sleeping Loser)

Wade shot up, breathing hard, the ghost of a scream on his lips. He opened his eyes wide and shut them instantly, hating the blinding pinkish light. He didn't have time to think about the color though; he had to get to Peter. He had no idea where he was and he had no idea what happened and he was extremely confused and exhausted and angry but he knew he had to find Peter.

"Peter!" He shouted, nearly at the top of his lungs. A pair of soft hands pushed him back into the couch and Wade knew that it wasn't Peter. He didn't know who it was and he yelled, thrashing. "Peter!" he shouted again, pushing against the strangely strong person holding him down.

"Peter you might want to get down here!" a familiar voice yelled. Wade didn't have time to think, though. He tried to open his eyes again and found the room darker now just a few lights on across the room. He took in his surroundings; a brick-walled apartment building with large windows a few feet above the ground and a small kitchen across the floor. The place was big and Wade felt small all of a sudden. He relaxed under the hands on his chest and looked up at the person holding him down.

The man had scruff on his jaw and and brown hair parted on the side. His golden-brown eyes looked blank and the bridge of his nose was cut, plus he had a few scratches here and there, but his face was kind and he wore a warm smile. Wade recognized him from graduation and identified him as Matt Murdock.

"Matt?" he said quietly, slumping back into the couch. Matt nodded and let him go.

"You need to relax."

"Wade!" Peter ran over to him and sat on the couch next to him. Wade sat up and hugged him tightly, breathing in the warmth and happiness and scent of his amazing boyfriend. "What happened to you?" Peter asked softly, carding his fingers through Wade's hair.

"I love you," Wade breathed, his face in Peter's shoulder. Peter kissed his head and mumbled the same thing back to him.

"You're okay, right?" Peter questioned, instantly switching from quiet and loving to worried and overprotective. He pushed Wade into the couch so he could make sure he was okay. "Matt, how's his heart rate?" Matt was quiet, listening intensely.

"Steady. His heart and lungs are fine."

"How did you..?" Wade trailed off, too tired and confused to even care. "Whatever."

"Wade, what happened to you?" Wade sighed and pulled Peter down next to him.

"Can I just sleep for a while? I'm tired." Wade looked up at Matt who nodded.

"Sure. Get some rest, Wade. You need it." Matt patted his shoulder and walked away toward the kitchen. Peter slipped under the blanket next to Wade and held him close.

"I love you so much, you idiot," Peter mumbled.

"So, what happened?" Wade asked. "How did you get to me, I mean."

"Oh. Um, well, I was in my room listening to music. You came out of thin air and you basically flew forward and kept running. You hit the wall and, well, you fell. I yelled and ran to you. You were breathing heavy and your suit had blood on it. You had a hole through your arm and you looked like you were dying, Wade. I was freaking out. You were coughing and screaming and you wouldn't open your eyes and I was crying." Peter's sniffled and Wade noticed Peter had tears in his eyes. He rubbed his back and kissed his cheek.

"Hey, it's okay baby. Calm down." Peter nodded and lay quietly for a moment, calming down.

"It was terrifying. I thought I was going to lose you and I was freaking out and screaming and crying. Nobody was home but me and the dog and I honestly thought I wouldn't be able to save you. I thought you were going to die. But, uh, I remembered that Matt lived kind of close and he would be home and he'd help me so I put your mask back on you and put on my suit. I webbed across the city and got us to Matt's apartment. He let me in and you've been out cold for the past eight hours."

Wade was silent. He pulled Peter closer to his chest and grabbed his face, peppering him with kisses. "Oh my god Pete, I am so sorry. I'm so sorry I did that to you." Peter pushed his face away and wrapped his arms around Wade and snuggled his face in Wade's neck.

"It's okay, Wade. You're here and you're somehow not dead, and that's what matters. Go to sleep, you heard what Matt said. You need rest." Wade rolled his eyes but nodded.

"Fine, I'll sleep. But you have to stay here." Peter nodded and stayed awake until Wade's breathing steadied and his body relaxed. Peter, confident that Wade was asleep, slipped out of his grasp and got off the couch. He crossed the room and sat in a bar-stool across from Matt who was on the other side of the counter.

"He's going to figure it out, you know," Matt commented, handing Peter a beer. Peter nodded and accepted the drink, taking a long gulp.

"I know. He'll freak out if he does though." Matt nodded in agreement and got a beer for himself. They sat in silence, drinking beer just like they had for the past week while Wade was out cold. Peter had lied; he told Wade it was eight hours when it was actually eight days.

It nearly drove Peter insane, that waiting did. Matt offered for Peter to sleep in his bed and he would sleep in the chair, but Peter wouldn't leave the room. He slept on the floor a few days, simply because he didn't want to leave Wade's side. He hadn't seen his family in just over a week, though he was sure they knew where he was. He cried at least once a day and went to sleep every night feeling warm from a bottle of beer.

On the bright side, he and Matt got to know each other. Matt now knew he was Spider-Man and Peter knew Matt doubled as a Hell's Kitchen hero called Daredevil. Matt knew that none of Peter's family knew he was Spider-Man and that he was scared of his dog dying and that he wanted to marry Wade one day. Peter knew that just a few of Matt's close friends friends knew he was Daredevil and that he can actually see enough to make things out and that Matt also didn't care about giving an under-age kid alcohol.

In the eight days he had been in Matt's apartment, Peter had at least eight bottles of beer and quite a few tastes of different alcohols. Matt learned that Peter was easily weakened by rum and avoided giving him any after that. Matt also learned that Peter should never be let anywhere near moonshine of any sort.

The kid downed three shots of moonshine on his very first time drinking and Matt struggled to keep him under control for the rest of the night. He was laughing uncontrollably and really seemed to enjoy drunkenly hanging from the ceiling. Peter was miserable the following morning.

"You know, you should move in," Matt suggested. Peter glanced at him.

"You think?" Matt nodded.

"Yeah. I mean, you're annoying as shit and I will never get you drunk again, but you're a good kid and I don't want you to be stuck in that tower your whole life. This place is big enough for the both of us and we can get you a bed and set up a room." Peter nodded and finished off his beer.

"That sounds good."

"I'll talk to your dads about it. What'd you say?" Peter shrugged.

"Okay." Matt nodded, smiling slightly. He hadn't had any roommates in a long while, not since his college roommate Foggy Nelson who became his work partner. He knew it was kind of strange; a nearly-eighteen year old moving in with a a man in his late thirties, but he had known Peter's uncle for about five years and he had gotten to enjoy Peter and his company in the week he had been there.

"Hey Matt?" Peter said quietly. Matt looked in his direction and nodded.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks. For everything." Matt nodded.

"Anytime, kid," he said, patting Peter's shoulder. "Anytime."