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"You're breaking up with us?" asks Wade with a comical whiney voice.
"Yes. Fuck you," you say, and jump off the building. You hear Peter laughing as you climb down the fire escape.
"Not funny, asshole."
"Yeah, you hit a sore spot, Petey." Wade says, and you throw a little ball of flames at him.
"It's not a sore- I'm not in love with Matt!"
"Girl, we're not blaming you," Wade says, extinguishing himself. Peter nods along with him.
"He is good-looking," says Peter.
"Yeah, thanks." You say. You climb back to sit back on the roof, and cross your legs. Wade follows your example, and so does Peter, and you form a little circle.
"Gossip circle?" Wade asks.
"I suppose," you say. It would be nice to get it off your chest. They probably wouldn't tell.
"Ooh," Peter says. He's in full Spidey outfit, and all of you are in your vigilante outfits. Yours is simple, just a red suit with protective materials and an image of a flame. You're the fourth Team Red member, as lovingly branded by Wade.
"Look, you're right." You say begrudgingly. You see Peter's eyes widen behind the mask."Just like- it's not- it's not love. Well… I don't know, but don't tell him, or I'll mutilate you. Kay?"
Wade squeals, and Peter clamps a hand over his mouth.
"Oh Good Baby Jesus." Wade exclaims, jumping up. "Mommy and Daddy are finally getting together!"
"Oh my God."
You see Matt next while busting the mob. It's planned. You had let it slip that Wade had a hit here. It was personal, but normally if you have a big problem, you text the TR group chat, or if it's a real big problem, text Peter so he can text Stark so hopefully he gets a reply.
"Hey D," you call. You're sure he already knew you were there, but you're being courteous. He turns his head at a ¾ angle towards you, so you know you have his attention. He doesn't like to talk in the suit.
"Want some help?" He just nods, and puts and finger over his lips in the universal sign for "shh."
It's not too hard, with the two of you. It's harder because you're kind of staring at Matt. But it's fine, you didn’t even get injured. Also, you didn’t even kill anyone, so that was nice.
While you're catching your breath on the side of a bloody bench in the mob's drug warehouse, Wade shows up.
"What the fuck? I had a hit on one of these guys."
"Oops," says Matt dryly. Wade looks back and forth between you and Matt. He walks over to you, and starts whispering.
"Hey Matt, hey Traitor. I'm getting my revenge," he says into your ear.
You lean away, pressing your lips together. "It was Peter. He let it slip."
Wade considers. "Nope. Petey-Pie would never."
"Would."
"Not. Why are you here then?"
"Coincidence. Didn't know."
"Liar."
"Nope."
Wade puts his hands on his hips.
"Just like you're lying about having a lady boner for Horny over there?"
You almost have an aneurysm as Wade leaps out of the window. It's just you and him.
You look at Matt. He's pressing his hand over his mouth, like he's trying not to laugh.
"This is not funny," you say, because humor is always the answer. You can play this off.
"Yes it is," replies Matt, standing up.
"How?" You say, feeling a little bit clammy.
"It's funny because you're acting like it wasn't obvious," he says. You are acutely aware of the sound of his boots against the concrete floor.
"Am I that obvious?" You ask.
Matt smiles, "yes," he says, and tips you back to kiss you.
In the distance, Peter and Wade cheer.