***PETER***
“Uh…” It takes me a minute to find my voice. “Uh, well, for starters, how the hell am I being talked to by a DVD? What is this, Doctor Who? Are the Weeping Angels gonna come out and sneak up and kill me?”
“What? Uh, never mind.” Tobey waves his hand lazily. “I mean, is there anything you’d like to ask me? Like, what the hell am I doing talking to you on your DVD?”
“All right, fine,” I say in exasperation, fighting to keep my voice from rising too much. “First question - is this a recording? Who made this?”
“This isn’t a recording,” Tobey says. “This is just two guys video-chatting as far as anyone else is concerned.”
“Two guys who happen to have the same name?”
“Basically, yeah.” Tobey blinks a couple of times. “Look, I dunno how much time we’ve got, so I’ll have to make this quick.”
“Please do.” Tobey rolls his eyes. “I saw that,” I say, crossing my arms.
“Long story short,” Tobey says, apparently deciding to bypass the missing apology, “you’re not the only guy who’s been Spider-Man in the movies.”
“No duh. I found your DVD, didn’t I?”
“I, uh, don’t think you’re quite getting it,” Tobey says. “You know how the Amazing Spider-Man movies are supposed to be a record of real events? Well, my movies used to be the same thing - until the studio decided it was time to bring you into the picture instead.”
“Are you telling me you used to be involved with the Avengers and SHIELD and crap?” I ask. “‘Cause I sorta remember your old movies from a long time ago, and there was never any sign of any other Marvel-related stuff.”
“Well, I did get Stan Lee in all my movies,” Tobey says. “Not to mention Bruce Campbell. But that’s beside the point. Look - my movies were the real deal. I got to do three of them, and they were about to make a fourth. But because nobody liked Spider-Man 3, they pulled the plug on me. And then the studio brought in some magician to basically wipe me and everyone else from my movies from normal existence. Like we’d never happened.”
“Wait...what?”
“I know,” Tobey says ruefully. “It freaking sucks.”
“You said ‘magician?’” I ask. I then proceed to describe Doctor Strange, and when Tobey nods to confirm he was the magician responsible for his...erm...newfound existence failure, I shake my head and frown at the screen. “I knew we couldn’t trust that guy.”
“Yeah, I figured he’d be coming for you next,” Tobey says. “I may only be able to exist on screens playing my movies, but that just means I can go around the world and pick up on a few things. Like the fact that the studio’s gonna wipe you from existence too.”
“WHAT?”
“That’s basically how I reacted when my series was cancelled,” Tobey says. “And that’s why I wanna help you out however I can.”
I lean forward a bit in my seat. “Really? You don’t, uh, got any professional envy or anything?”
“Who are you talking to?” Hiro asks. Crap. He must have overheard my earlier outburst. He peers around at the screen. “Oh, you’re talking to the movie? Heh, no sweat. I do that too.”
“Who are you?” Tobey asks.
“Huh,” Hiro says, sitting next to me and taking a closer look. “I didn’t know this thing was interactive.”
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Deadpool Syndrome - A Marvel Fanfic
FanfictionPeter Parker has always loved the Amazing Spider-Man movies. He's always identified a great deal with the web-slinger. But lately, he's had weird dreams in which he himself actually is Spider-Man, and the girl he likes, Gwen Stacy, is the girl he tr...
