Ficlet: The Devil's birthday

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Rating: G / Gen
Fandoms: Daredevil, Spider-Man & Deadpool
Tags: Fluff, Friendship, Team Red
Warnings: A surprising amount of killing threats but, like, in a friend way(?
Writen for: Seasons of Fandom

Matt woke up with the sound of voices whispering in the kitchen, which, for his enhanced hearing, sounded like people having a conversation on his bed. The strong smell of sugar and chocolate invaded his nose and his brain made the connection with what day it was. He sighed.

His brain decided it wasn’t his problem and he turned around, covering his ears with the pillow. As if that would make a difference, especially considering who was in the kitchen. The two louder and more annoying people Matt knew, aka, his best friends.

“You’re going to wake him up!” Peter whispered so loudly Matt was sure that would have woke him up if he was still asleep.

“Ssshhhh,” was Wade’s intelligent answer. The noise of several things being moved around the counter followed. “He’s going to be so happy when he wakes up!”

“He’s going to kill us,” Peter countered, more realistically. Matt was still deciding on that. There was more movement, then Peter said: “You’re covering me with flour! This is my best suit!”

“Just change and dress like a person, Spidey,” Wade replied.

“I don’t have civilian clothes here, Wade, this is not my house.”

“You don’t?” Wade sounded surprised.

“You do!?” Peter sounded even more surprised.

“Of course, what if I’m bleeding and nearby and I have to come here to change?”

Matt sighed, remembering the five times that had happened. Peter also sighed on Matt’s behalf, which made the lawyer feel grateful. Maybe it would be a ‘no’ on killing Peter. He was still considering Wade. He wouldn’t stay dead much time, after all.

The loud sound of whisking eggs made him almost decide on the killing.

“Do you have any idea what you’re doing?” Peter asked, which, in Matt’s opinion, was a little late to be asking.

Deadpool loudly gasped. “You wound me, Petey-pie! I’m a master around the kitchen! Even Matty and his permanent emo phase isn’t going to be able to resist my sweet treats!”

“How can it be a phase if it’s permanent?” Peter wondered.

“Boo!” Wade complained, while pouring more stuff that Matt coudn’t identify into the batter. “No one likes the grammar police!”

“Sorry, gee.” There was a silence only filled by more recipients and the unmistakable sound of the oven getting turned on. “By the way, you brought the presents, right?”

There was another silence, quickly filled with the smell of panic.

“...Was I supposed to?” Wade finally let out. Peter inhaled, sounding aghast. But Matt felt the change in the air a second before Wade started loudly laughing. “Your FACE, Spidey! So priceless!”

“Shut up!” Peter reacted. Matt wasn’t close enough to tell, but he was probably blushing.

“Of course I brought the presents! What kind of birthday would it be with no presents, you silly?”

Matt sighed for the umpteenth time. It was obvious that he wasn’t going to be able to sleep anymore, especially when Peter and Wade had seemingly forgotten that they were trying to be stealthy.

Without any rush, the blind man got up, ready to go meet with his amazing friends who had prepared a birthday surprise for him— not that he would admit he was happy about it, and luckily no one could see his smile in the privacy of his own room.

He was still Daredevil, though. Maybe two parts of Team Red didn’t know how to be stealthy, but he sure did. His smile turned into a smirk. That would be his little treat for himself: scaring the hell out of those two wonderful idiots.

Happy birthday to him.