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It starts with a question.
"Wade, what's your favourite Star Wars movie?" Peter asks, idly swinging his legs back and forth from where he sits at the edge of a roof. Wade looks up from the taco he had been shoving into his mouth, chewing noisily before swallowing.
"Oh, that thing? I haven't watched any of them. Been seeing that green thing around, with a tin can man, though. Bet he looks hot.”
What.
"Kid?"
Holy shit, Wade has never watched Star Wars. This is a tragedy.
"We need to do a Star Wars marathon, right now." Peter decides, springing himself up. "I can't believe this. You're so old, Wade, how come-"
"Baby boy, trauma is packed into this bad boy like sardines, I didn't have time for movies, and besides, Vanessa wasn't interested in rewatching them." Wade drawls, smacking himself on the chest. Peter does his best not to falter.
"Well then we're starting now. C'mon, let's go." He starts pushing Wade to the man's apartment. "You still have a TV right?"
“As long as no one’s ransacked my house!” Wade suddenly digs his heels in, makes a considering noise. "Wait, I promised our buddy Red some intel. Hell's Kitchen first."
Peter groans, but knows that shit will go down if Daredevil doesn't get what he wants. Ugh.
"Fine." Peter huffs, and jumps off the building. "First one there gets to hold the popcorn bowl!"
He hears Wade whoop behind him and grins as he shoots a web at the nearest lamppost.
Peter skids onto their usual meet-up roof at Hell's Kitchen just as Matt clambers onto the building himself.
"Kid." Matt greets gruffly, sniffing the air while Peter chirps back a hello.
"Honey, I'm home!" Wade deigns to show up at this point, popping up onto the roof and immediately trying to get into Matt's personal space. "How are you doing, sweetie?"
Matt ducks under Wade's grabby hands with practiced ease, scowling, "Just tell me what you're here for."
"You're killing me, Red." Wade clutches at his chest in mock despair, but digs out a flashdrive to toss at Matt, who pockets it. Peter watches them interact like they're some shade of Divorced Couple Who Are Now Friends, and jolts when Matt snaps his head around to look at him. The question in the gaze is clear.
"I'm here because me and Wade are going to watch Star Wars together." Peter blurts. "Do- do you want to join?" He realises the stupidity of the sentence a second afterwards.
"Okay I know you can't see but like I've rewatched the movies so many times that I could recite them in my sleep so I could narrate it all out for you-"
"Kid, slow down." Matt cuts in, bemusement clear in his tone. "The heck is Star Wars?"
Peter. Is. Dying. He is surrounded by heretics. Maybe that's mean, especially since Matt is blind, but still. This is terrible. Peter will read Matt the whole Star Wars script Ned has backed up on their computers if he has to. He can record it and make it into an audiobook and-
His Spidey-Sense growls lowly in unease and Peter's whipping his head around just in time to see a building explode in the distance.
"Beyond Hell's Kitchen." Matt growls immediately while Wade bounds to the side of the rooftop closer to the explosion. "Bunch of people hurt. Guns shooting."
"Daredevil." Peter is pleading already, eyes wide behind his mask as he stares up at Matt. He sees the moment the Devil crumbles, and Wade is already barking a laugh.
"Highest body count gets bragging rights!" The mercenary whoops, and he's zooming off in the direction of the explosion, and Matt grumbles something under his breath before rocketing off after him.
Peter is shooting a line of web in the same breath, zipping after the rest of his team with a grin growing under his mask even with the worry bubbling up. He'll be alright. Deadpool and Daredevil will always have his back.
Okay, so. Peter has been fighting a bunch of guys holding alien tech and probably a meta, and has learned several things.
- When you get invaded by aliens enough, you start amassing enough of their technology from the debris to study
- He thinks that if he looks hard enough and asks Thor, he and Ned could make a lightsaber
- The meta is pretty strong, and is very big, and oh fuck he’s swinging-
Peter dives out of the way of Big Guy’s attack, a bullet shot over his head by Wade. Matt prowls at the edges, waiting for an opening while Peter and Wade distract Big Guy.
“Man, what do you eat? You’re like, past-bodybuilder big and into oh-fuck big territory, and I’ve gotten taller recently but my friend still call me lanky-“ Peter chatters away, backflipping away from Big Guy’s punch.
“Stop talking.” Big Guy growls, just as Wade leaps onto his back with a war cry and stabs him. Peter zips back, watching Wade try to ride Big Guy like he’s a bull, before getting bucked off but creating an opening for Matt to lay a solid punch into the villain’s jaw.
Peter shoots a web behind him absentmindedly as Big Guy falls with a deafening thump, the web sticking a would-be assailant to the wall. Peter spins around, curiously picking up the alien blaster the man had dropped, mumbling to himself. “I don’t recognise this design, maybe Mr. Stark would? Is this the trigger?”
“PETER!” Matt shouts as something rumbles behind him, and Peter fumbles with the blaster, yelping as it shoots a laser at his feet and the Spidey-sense shouts at him to move.
Peter jumps, hand stretched out to latch to the nearby lamppost just as a large hand closes around his leg and squeezes. A scream rips out of his throat as something cracks with a sickening sound before he’s falling, and someone catches him, someone is cursing, it hurts it hurts please make it stop-
“Shhhhh, kiddo, it’s gonna be alright.” Someone whispers to him even as shouts rise in the background, and Peter latches onto the voice. Wade. Wade is safe. Wade is good. The tears start falling, soaking into his mask.
“It hurts.” Peter keens, very aware of the way his leg hangs at a strange angle as Wade carefully cradles him in arms, tries to avert his eyes from what is definitely a mess of flesh and bone.
“Yeah, I know. Let’s get you patched up, and- we can watch Star Wars with some popcorn, yeah? Like you wanted?” Wade soothes, a hand cradling the back of Peter’s head.
“Okay.” Peter whimpers, tries to press closer to Wade’s warmth and jolts when that aggravates his leg, black edging at his vision. It hurts so much.
“Alright, kid, I need to set your leg.” Wade props him up against the wall, and Peter is dimly aware that the mercenary is dismantling a long gun. “Gonna have to make do with a gun part for a splint, it’s cleaner than anything we could find around here. Got some bandages at least, since I run with you two now.”
Peter tries to hold onto Wade’s rambling as an anchor, hearing Matt drop to a crouch next to him. He thinks the man whispers something to Wade. It’s a little fuzzy.
“Breathe in. Focus on me.” Matt orders, and Peter sluggishly drags his gaze away from Wade to focus on Matt’s equally red outline. “That’s right. It’ll all be over soon.”
Agony explodes in his leg as he jerks away from Wade, screaming in pain, only for Matt to grab him by his shoulders, saying something he can’t make out. Peter thrashes in Matt’s grip, a whine clawing out as he barely makes out Wade bent over his injured leg again, pleas for the mercenary to stop making it hurt going ignored.
Something is strapped to his leg that feels like cool metal and Peter shudders as the pieces click to see Wade winding bandages around the makeshift splint and his leg to hold it in place.
“The worst is over, let’s get you back.” Wade declares, moving to carefully pick Peter up. All Peter can do is listlessly nod, chewing on his bottom lip as his leg pulses in pain.
“I already called Claire. Your house is closer.” Matt mutters, flanking them. “And you are going to rest properly this time. No buts.”
Peter makes a muffled sound of protest, exhaustion creeping up on him as his eyes slide shut, knowing that his team would protect him.
(On the first few days of being forced to stay at home to rest, they end up watching just about every Star Wars show out there. Wade tells him he has a problem by the fifth movie, when Peter admits he has trouble remembering the script. Matt nitpicks on just about every character. It’s terrible. Peter loves every second of it.)