Prompt: Body Alteration/Injury
Characters: Marvel Team Red (Wade Wilson/Deadpool, Peter Parker/Spider-Man, Matt Murdock/DareDevil)
Rating: T? Possibly M?
Warnings: Er… Angst I guess.
Summary: “Wade’s here.” Peter manages to say. He closes his eyes. He attempts to steady himself. Matt waits patiently, or perhaps he doesn’t have a response to a statement like that. “He’s… he’s different, Matt. It’s… All of his scars, they’re gone.”
Matt doesn’t say anything.
“Please could you come over.” Peter is probably pressing his luck, but that doesn’t stop him from trying.
Random thinking time.
So Mary Jane and Gwen. They’re both Peter’s girls, yeah? Mary Jane is a redhead and Gwen is a blonde. Well guess who else is a redhead and a blonde? Oh, that’s right.
Matt and Wade.
His face was smeared with color and he was too numb with shock to mind that some got in his eye. After a pause Peter let himself breath, knees buckled seeing his uncle’s mangled corpse that dropped to the ground while arms of a redheaded stranger wrapped around Peter to keep him standing. As he watched the blonde reload his gun he hated him for this but not only did he save his life but they were the first two uninfected men he’d seen in days and now with his family gone he’d have to stay with them if he had any chance at surviving.
Matthew Murdock always loved the time right after sex. Not just because he was sticky and sated, but that was a bonus. It was because in the few minutes as all three of them came down off of their orgasms and he could silently bask in the content of their synced pulses as they returned to normal.
“Do you mind if I put on some music.” Wade’s gravelly voice scrapped over the air.
Peter propped himself up next to the older men, “Oh can we?”
“Fine,” Matt growled good humoredly,”CD’s are next to the record, go nuts.”
The bed rolled and bounced as the weight redistributed, Wade had gotten of the bed and his footsteps echoed soundlessly. The redheaded hero could hear as the mercenary’s scared fingers drifting over the hard plastic cases next to the stereo. As they stopped Wade muttered to himself in a wicked tone and selected a CD. He turned around and laughed, “You are like a 14 year old goth girl, I can’t believe you own this album.”
“What album?” The lawyer started to say until the first few bars of the sound the other man put on started to play, “Oh god no.”
“How can you see into my eyes” Matt could feel Wade’s smile, “Like open doors?”
“Leading you down into my core,Where I’ve become so numb. “
Matt tried to scramble out of bed but found himself tangled and practically pinned down by the sheet. He twisted twice and narrowed his eyes at the scared man who was swaying softly with the music. Before he could speak, Wade started to sing along again drifting closer and closer to the bed.
“Without a soul, My spirit’s sleeping somewhere cold,Until you find it there and lead it back”
Scared lips nearly brushed Matthews as wade leaned foward and then muttered,
“Peter, for the love of god, shut him up.”
The lanky college student practically shouted in the lawyer’s ear, “Wake me up”
Wade joined him again, “Wake me up inside.”
“I hate you both.”
Though I’ll also take Spideypool so I have something to fall back on when I fail miserably.
Just doing a couple, though. Hopefully going to keep them rather short. Will do smut! Smut is good.