Matt slipped into his apartment from the fire escape at his living room window, sighing in relief that he was home. His headache had been steadily building since he'd heard that scream, that wail, and was now throbbing steadily behind his eyes. It was nearly bad enough now to disorient him, and he'd pulled off his cowl before he registered the familiar heartbeat in the middle of his apartment.
"Matt." Foggy said. Matt froze, hand still raised mid-air, and cowl laying against his neck, like he was wearing a hoodie. Could this day get any worse?
"Who's Matt?" he asked, before he could stop himself. He frowned. This headache was really throwing him off. "Nevermind, don't answer that. That was stupid." Foggy snorted a short laugh. "What are you doing here?"
"I was coming to check up on you, but then you weren't here, so I decided to wait for you. The door was unlocked." Foggy didn't seem even the least bit surprised that Matt was dressed as Daredevil, or that he'd just crawled through his own apartment window. Hmm.
"How long have you known?" he asked. Might as well get this out of the way while he could. No use dragging it out, or even trying to deny it at this point. All that was left was damage control.
"I've suspected for a while, but I wasn't entirely certain until just now." ah, so he'd failed to be inconspicuous. Stick would be disappointed.
"Does anyone else know?" He rubbed his hand over his face as he spoke.
"Not that I know of," Foggy paused. "I saw the news." alright, that was supposed to be significant somehow. Matt tilted his head as he tried to figure out what Foggy was getting at. Foggy sighed. "The shooting range? The police went in after the fire mysteriously went out, and they found an entire underground facility? There wasn't much released to the press, but I heard that they found a lot of missing people, and that almost all of them were brought to the hospital." Matt nodded.
"I'm glad they're safe. I was a little distracted at the time, so I couldn't check on them."
"Would you mind maybe explaining what happened, then, because I'd really like to know." Foggy sounded concerned, which was almost worse than angry. Matt sighed.
"Maybe later. I'd really like to get some sleep, It's been a long few weeks."
"Alright, fine. I'll see you in the morning, Matt. I have some other questions that I would like answered, but you look like you need to sleep. Don't think you can avoid answering them forever." and then Matt was alone in his apartment. He sighed again.
"Dear lord who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name." he muttered to himself as he grabbed a cup of water, then stripped out of his costume and went to bed, where he lay awake for a few hours, wondering if the kid and Tony Stark were okay with Deadpool. Peter was safe, he was sure of it, but he didn't think that Stark was one to back down from a challenge. He just hoped that the man didn't get himself killed for it. And that Deadpool would manage to not traumatize the child.
The Cab had arrived shortly after Wade had started to tell Stark about some of his favourite targets. The absolute relief on Starks face when they had gotten in the cab was comedy gold, and at this point Wade was sure the man was only listening because he couldn't manage to fully tune him out.
Watching the mans face go as white as a sheet when he started telling the cab driver about the time that he strangled a man with his own intestines was glorious, and Stark deserved it for trying to snatch the precious injured child out from under him. Oddly enough, telling the cab driver about the time that he murdered someone for not driving him fast enough seemed to make the cab go faster, additionally ignoring some pointless traffic laws. [I know you know what you're doing]
"Of course I know what I'm doing. But do you know that I know that you know that I know that you know that I know what I'm doing?" [for the love of Bea Arthor, will you please stop?] {look at Starks face. He looks like he's going to throw up!} Wade looked, and sure enough Stark was starting to look a little green around the gills. "Hey, who came up with that saying anyway? What does it even mean? People don't have gills!" [I… I don't actually know. Huh.] {who cares what it means! Do you think we could actually make him throw up if we tried?} "Easiest way to make someone throw up would be to just stick your fingers down their throat, but I don't think that's very sanitary for the kid." {Oh no! You're right! Is he still asleep? Quick! Did he hear anything we said about… you know… unaliving?} [why are you whispering? They can't hear us.] Wade glanced at the kid who was in the seat by the door, leaning against Wades shoulder and clearly still deep asleep.
Just then the cab screeched to a halt outside some sciency looking building, and Stark practically fell out the door he moved so fast. [looks like he doesn't want to be around you anymore than anyone else does] Wade slide out the same side, then moved around the cab to carefully lift the kid out into his arms, doing his best not to wake him in the process. The cab screeched off before Wade could even ask the fare. [good going, moron. You scared him off.]
Wade shrugged and followed Stark into his science building.
