A Week with Red Team Chapter 6 Dress-Up
"This was a terrible idea," Daredevil hissed.
"You're only realising that now?!" Spiderman retorted.
"You're both exaggerating," Deadpool scoffed.
There was a banging on the outside of the shipping container the trio were sheltering in. "Open up!" someone yelled. "NYPD." There was a pause. "We've been ordered not to arrest you."
"We'd rather stay in here a little longer," Spiderman called back. He turned to Daredevil. "They telling the truth?" he whispered.
"Yeah, but not necessarily all of it," Daredevil whispered back. "When you say you've been ordered not to arrest us, does that mean you're gonna obey those orders or try to take us in anyway?" he called.
There was a pause. "Devil, you've beaten up enough of us for us not to want to try."
"That's not an answer," Spiderman yelled back.
"No, we're not going to arrest you," the cop called back. There was some muffled muttering. "Any of you. Not even the mercenary." More mutters. "This time."
"Remind me again, why are we hiding in a shipping container?" Deadpool asked.
"I'm not going out there like this!" Daredevil and Spiderman chorused.
"We got the girls away, and we took out the new Russians," Deadpool pouted. "And you two look so pretty."
"We're dressed as whores," Spiderman hissed through gritted teeth. "I mean, I guess you selling us to Ranshakov Junior did work in getting us to the victims, but I'm still not facing the cops in a miniskirt, halter neck top and fake boobs!"
"I cannot parkour in high heels!" Daredevil hissed. "And you waxed me all over! That hurts! A lot! More than it usually would, which you know!"
"Oh come on, I'm wearing a dress too," Deadpool pouted again.
"Why?" Daredevil asked.
"Couldn't let you two have all the fun."
"This is not fun, this is…completely ridiculous!" Spiderman retorted. "I feel completely exposed."
"Ah, don't worry, I brought your masks," Deadpool reassured him, pulling out Spiderman's mask and one of Daredevil's old black ones.
"Er, are you three okay in there?" one of the cops outside called. "We need to process the crime scene."
Daredevil groaned. "Sergeant Mahoney, could you and your people vacate the crime scene for, I don't know, half an hour or so?"
There was a pause. "Why?" he asked suspiciously.
"So we can sneak out while you're not looking," Spiderman said.
"We need a pick-up, for reasons," Daredevil elaborated. "Deadpool's…lost both his legs."
Deadpool squeaked.
There was some more muffled muttering. "Foul up our crime scene, and I'll put out an alert to get you for interfering," Mahoney answered.
Daredevil sighed in relief. "Now I can call Foggy and get him to bring us some clothes."