***GWEN***
“I haven’t had too many of these before,” says Maggie as she takes the first bite of her hot dog. “But I have to say, this is one of the better ones.”
“That’s part of the reason why I insisted we come here in the first place,” says Sam, slathering mustard on his dog. “Rogers can’t get enough of these babies either. In fact…how long until we get to see him?”
“Whoever said we knew where Steve was?” I ask, not sure why I’m insisting on being so guarded. After all, I’m getting no evil vibes from Maggie and Sam.
“No one did,” Maggie says. “It was just implied.”
“Yeah, we know where he is,” Honey says. “We can go back and see him as soon as we’re done here, in fact.”
“Perfect,” says Sam. “Excuse me a sec…” He goes back to the vendor and asks him for another hot dog.
Peter bites into his own hot dog and starts eating it with relish. (Not literally, thank God. I’ve never understood the appeal of relish. That stuff is basically pickle jam, and I don’t really care for pickles either. And besides, Peter’s preferred hot dog topping is ketchup.) I don’t notice until Clint starts smothering snickers that Peter’s got ketchup dripping down his chin.
“What?” Peter asks, clearly not realizing just how foolish he looks.
“Let me get that,” I say, reaching out with a napkin and wiping his chin. When he sees the ketchup come away on the paper, he laughs out loud. “Oh my God. Oh my God, I-I-I’m gonna die!” He goes down on his knees and curls up in a ball, making deathlike groans.
Considering I’ve died before, you might think I won’t be able to find Peter’s antics funny. And yet, I’m laughing my head off like everyone else.
Five minutes later, we’re on our way back to SFO. I’m in Honey’s car with Barton, while Peter rides with Sam and Maggie and explains the situation to them. As Honey drives back up Blade Ridge Road, Clint says, “Now I’m starting to remember something else - and it’s not from the movies, either.”
“What is it?” I ask.
“That part with Peter getting all funny just now after we got these?” Clint says, waving his hot dog. “I’m remembering something about him joining the Avengers for the first time, and the first thing he did was try to take over from Stark as class clown.”
“Is that so?” I ask, trying not to show how shocked I am by this news. “Honey, would you know if that’s true or not?”
“No,” Honey says. “But if you ask Skye, I think she’ll be able to tell you. Not May, though. She’s too secretive.”
“What else do you remember?” I ask Clint.
Clint leans back against his seat. “Hmm. Not much. But I do remember everyone laughing their asses off at whatever it is Pete was doing, and Stark trying to look like he wasn’t impressed.” He chuckles to himself, then wipes his mouth. “Yeah, it’s gotta be from the movie world, ‘cause we’re all adults - if you can count Parker as one.”
“Wasn’t he supposed to be, like, 19 or 20?” I ask.
“Who said that?”
“Skye.”
“Hmm.” Clint spends a few moments chewing thoughtfully on the last bite of his dog. “Definitely the movie world. And yeah, even as an adult, Stark’s full of shit.”
“He wouldn’t be Stark if he weren’t,” I say, pointing my finger at Clint.
“True. True.”
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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...
