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“GIRLS, GIRLS, GIRLS!!!”
Peter cringed from the backseat. There really was only so much obnoxious ‘singing’ one could take on an 869 mile car ride.
“I’M HOT STICKY SWEET FROM MY GUNS TO MY FEET”
“Oh my god Wade! Would you SHUT UP?”
“What? Petey, how could you ask that, no! This is a Deadpool classic mash up. Of course, you’re probably too young to understand and truly appreciate being yourself and all. But thus is the woe of being our adorable baby spidey. You kno-”
“Wade.” Matt was using his serious voice [or as Wade called it, his mean parent voice] and him having not really said anything on the car ride yet was enough to finally stop the constant stream of words and singing. “It’s one in the morning and I know you’re not tired and trying to stay alert, so why must you torture Peter?”
“Hmmph. I’m not TORTURING him, I’m EDUCATING him. Silly Matt.” Deadpool reached over to ruffle Matt’s hair with a chuckle.
“That’s it, I’m sitting in the back with Peter.”
“Aww, Matty, don’t be like that.” But the Daredevil ignored him in favour of releasing his seatbelt and hurling his body around the seat and to the back, maneuvering himself between Pete and the window Peter was previously trying and failing to sleep against, laying Peter out so he was leaning against him instead and snuggling up. He stuck his tongue out knowing Wade would be looking and Peter just chuckled and pressed closer.
Peter knew he was being childish, but hell, they all were! And Wade started it. Peter was starting to rethink his objections to having Wade steal one of Starks jets to get them to Ontario. Deciding to ‘Road Trip it’ instead to keep on the legal side of things had lost it’s charm three hours back. Although the real flaw in this brilliant idea was most likely allowing Matt and Wade talk him into going with to Canada in the first place. Wade claimed that Logan was getting too lonely up there ‘all on his lonesome’ and of course Matt would make an excellent case about taking a vacation and health benefits and he couldn’t even remember half of what he said, only that it had been convincing. The man was far too good of a lawyer, but lucky for Peter, an equally great impromptu pillow.
Wade’s previous singing had now been replaced with quiet mumbling as the mercenary complained, but thankfully he was now doing so to himself and at a reasonable volume. With Matt’s arm tucked around him and the soothing motions of his breathing, Peter thought that hey, maybe this vacation won’t be too bad after all as he was finally able to drift off into an easy sleep.