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Matt was beyond tired, he was half draped over the couch, his Daredevil suit still fully on him as he groaned slightly, every footstep of the merc's heavy boots on his floor sounded like a thunder clap, but on top of that the man just wouldn't shut up, reminding Matt yet again why he was called the merc with a mouth.
Every step Wade took forced him to witness his surroundings again and again, while his batter body and mind just wanted rest, silence, peaceful down time. Instead he got a mercenary ranting about how awesome and amazing their team up had been this time and how happy he was that Matt allowed him to take the drug money as a thank you for his assistance.
“Wade...can you shut up for a bit, I am trying to rest...”
“Sure thing Matti!”
He sighed as the merc kept pacing through his living room, not even five minutes had passed as the man started blabbering on again, this time about what they could do the next few days he was in town, and asking about real estate so he could maybe settle in Hells kitchen.
Matt sighed annoyed and groaned, pushing himself up even though it hurt and he just wanted to curl up and sleep for a week. He pushed himself to Wade grasping the babbling man by the collar he wore before he leaned in and pressed a kiss on the mask that covered the man's face.
The smell of sweat, gunpowder and weapons oil was intense, but it couldn't overpower the smell of decay that was Wade's body odor due to his condition. Matt felt every fiber of the mask rub against his lips, he could feel every bump in Wade's lips and skin as the kiss went on.
The mercenary was in too much of a shock to really respond to what he was doing, but the raising heartbeat and the heat in the man's face told Matt all he needed to know it was working. So when Matt was breathless he backed away slowly, dropping back down on the couch, not bothering to suppress the smug smirk that formed on his face, as the mercenary stayed perfectly still for several minutes before he touched his mask over his lips, rolled it up and touched his lips.
Again several minutes of pure silence and no motion whatsoever from the mercenary, until in a soft hopeful tone he muttered “Maybe he'll do it again later...”