This isn't a request, but I wanted to write it. Just some Platonic Wade/Peter fluff with Grumpy Dad! Matt in the background :) **TRIGGER WARNING: drug use and general Deadpool stuff**

Peter Parker yawned, he was sitting on a rooftop, Daredevil perched next to him. "Where do you think Wade is?" Peter said as he stretched out his legs.

"No clue, you think he would call," Double D spoke quietly, as he swung his legs over the edge of the building.

Peter checked his cell phone, making sure Deadpool hadn't texted to say he was gonna be late.

June 12th, 9:29 pm

TEAM RED (stop changing the name DD)

ElectricBugaloo: yo guys

ElectricBugaloo: just wanted to let u know im running to the docks

ElectricBugaloo: got a tip abt our bad guy of the week

ElectricBugaloo: anyways i just wanted to tell u guys u know incase i go missing or some shit

ElectricBugaloo: okay byeeeeeeeeeee

It had been almost a half an hour since Wade had texted last and Spiderman was getting worried. He knew they hadn't hurt Wade, it was impossible to hurt Wade, but he was still worried about the other man.

Peter relayed the information to Daredevil, who sighed before agreeing to run over to the docks to check it out. The two leapt over the rooftops until they arrived at the docks.

The two looked around, or well Daredevil didn't look, he just felt. Peter didn't know how that worked, but it worked for Double D so Peter wasn't gonna ask. "Notice anything with your super senses?" Peter asked, hanging off a street lamp.

DD sniffed and listened around, you know, shit Peter didn't understand. "I smell something burning over in that direction." He pointed to the left and so the two ran off towards the smell.

As they got closer even began Peter to notice the smell, they got even closer and Peter could see it, yellow, orange and white, fire. Peter swing faster, and Daredevil quit doing his fancy flips and just plain ran.

They finally got to the warehouse fire, "Do you think anyone called the cops?" Peter asked, worried Wade might be stuck inside the blaze.

"How would I know?" Daredevil replied, walking towards the warehouse, currently ON FIRE!

"Jeeze Red didn't know you had a death wish," Wade laughed, from his position on a rooftop, next door to the warehouse which, may Peter remind you, WAS ON FIRE!

Peter laughed, albeit hysterically, "Oh my god Wade, I thought you were in there." Peter giggled a bit hysterical, pulling his mask above his nose to breathe better in the smoke.

"Aww, baby boy, you do love me." And the moment was gone if it ever even existed in the first place. Wade jumped off the rooftop, Peter caught him and swung him down, making sure to deposit the man softly on the ground.

Peter smiled as he watched Daredevil faceplant in exasperation, "Wade, you're insufferable."

Wade smiled, "Yeah, I try hard to be an asshole. I'm just glad you noticed, Double D." Peter giggled, Wade didn't try to be an asshole, he just was sometimes.

"You're not an asshole," Peter said, still smiling. "You're nice Wade-"

"Sometimes," Daredevil cut in. "Sometimes he's nice, but when he makes me think he's dead, even for a second, he becomes an asshole."

Wade giggled, "Well at least I blew up all that coke?"

Peter looked at him, really looked at him, "And how much coke did you do?"

Daredevil sniffed, "Damn Wade, I wouldn't be surprised if you OD'd right now, that's a crazy amount of coke in your system."

"Yeah I know, I kinda put it there, sweet cheeks." Wade began to walk off, away from the fire. "We should go, do some of that patrolling stuff you guys like to do."

"You're so high I'm surprised you can walk," Daredevil said, following after Wade. Peter swung after them, pulling his mask down.

"We should drop Wade off at his house," Peter whispered to Double D, as he walked and Peter swung. "He'll get in less trouble there." Peter jumped off the lamp post and landed next to the horned vigilante.

"You know I can hear you guys," Wade said in a sing-songy voice. "La- dee-da-la-dah-de-dooOoOooOo," he sang off-key, walking down the pier.

"Yeah, you might want to grab him and take him home," Daredevil said. "I'm gonna go, someones screaming over there, you should deal with him." He pointed to Wade, then ran off in the other direction, climbing on a rooftop and disappearing.

Peter ran up to walk next to Wade, who had graduated from regular walking to skipping. "Hey, so Daredevil wants me to take you home," Peter told him.

"Yeah, you do what Momma says, blah blah blah," Wade said and giggled. "I'm not gonna go quietly if you try and make me," he whispered as if it were some sort of secret.

"Ok, how's about this? I take you out for a couple of chimichangas, we have a nice rooftop conversation, and I take you home?" Peter said, formulating the plan as he said it.

"You're gonna take me home baby boy?" Wade said, and, though Peter couldn't see his face the younger boy knew he was fluttering his eyelashes.

"Don't be gross, Wade." Peter smiled under his mask. Though Wade was a little gross sometimes, he was still a good friend when he wasn't high on however much coke he had ingested.

Wade nodded, "alright, sounds like a lovely plan."

They got themselves a couple of chimichangas and ended up on a rooftop, just like Peter said they would. "So," Peter said, his legs dangling off the edge of the building. "What were you doing in that warehouse."

Wade munched on his food, "Jush wamed do caaph dat guy."

Peter had enhanced hearing, but no amount of superintelligence or enhanced abilities prepared Peter for that mess of unintelligible language. "What does that even mean?"

Wade swallowed, "Just wanted to catch that guy." Wade stood and tried to tightrope walk along the edge of the roof, "I just wanted to help."

"Wade," Peter sighed, "you do help. You help a lot." He swung his legs, feeling like a child, but with a more serious mindset. How could he make Wade feel better, besides cocaine, or alcohol, or more Mexican food?

"But do I really?" Wade turned and tightrope walked back along the roof's edge. "You guys are always having to stop me from un-aliving people."

"But Wade, while we don't particularly appreciate having to stop you from un-aliving people. We like hanging out with you." Peter told him, standing up to face his friend. "You're a good person underneath all that leather."

Wade giggled so hard he almost fell off the roof, but Peter shoved him sideways, away from the drop. "Underneath all this leather is the ugliest thing ever," Wade said, still giggling on the floor.

Peter had seen some of Wade's scars and he didn't mind them, the only reason Peter hated the scars were because they hurt Wade. "I've seen your scars, Wade, they're not that terrible."

Wade scoffed, "That's a lie!" He giggled and shoved his other chimichanga into his mouth.

They finished their food and, after a bit of lighthearted arguing, Peter swung Wade home. They stood in Wade's apartment, "Oooh, we should watch Golden Girls!" Wade called from across the kitchen, where he was looking for more snacks. Peter was sitting on the couch, in front of the TV, "I'll start it if you bring food?"

Wade sent back the ok hand sign and continued rummaging for food.

The show started with the jaunty little theme song, Peter could hear Wade humming it from the kitchen. "You coming?" Peter asked.

"Yeah, one sec." Wade grabbed another bag of chips and vaulted over the back of the couch. "Ok, I'm here."

Peter's phone vibrated and he couldn't help but sigh, what did Daredevil need now?

June 13th 12:02 am

TEAM RED

DD: hey spidey. Oh my Jesus. Weren't you going to drop? Oh my god. Off Wade and come over on patrol. CAN YOU SHUT UP!!

Spideyman: hey what's up???

DD: there's this guy. Jesus save me. OH MY GOODNESS SHUT UP.

Spideyman: these are the times when i remember you use text-to-speech

DD: yes I do. Oh my, oh my. Are you coming or not?

Peter looked around, looked at Wade munching on his Cocoa Puffs watching intently as the characters began to talk about their personal experiences with men giving and sending flowers. This was nice, this was comforting.

Peter wrote, 'im not coming, sorry DD' and then grabbed the box of Cocoa Puffs and munched on a handful of the chocolaty cereal.

This was nice.

Yo,  I hope you liked this. Should I also post this on my Avengers Oneshots book??? LOL shameless self-promo right there. Anyway, I really hope you like it and please comment any requests you might want to see brought to (semi) life.

Sammi