Spiderman/Peter parker x Y/N

Chapter 5

Pretty sure Peter thought I was dead because I was asleep for 15 hours. Peter was freaking out.

I opened my eyes and saw him pacing back and forth.

I sat up and he almost shrieked. "YOURE NOT DEAD!" Peter shouted.

"Why would I be? I was sleeping?" I rubbed my eyes. "How long was I asleep?"

"15 hours!" Peter looked frantic. He was wearing brown dress pants and two layered shirts, the base one was red and the one on top was a greyish blue. He seemed to always wear that red shirt under everything, he did the same with these red, web patterned socks?

"Oh, lucky me" I smiled. Getting up and heading to the bed room to change clothes because I was in te same ones I wore to the party last night. I needed to throw them into the laundry anyways.

I grabbed a large black t-shirt with a skull on it and threw on some oversized jeans. I wasn't feeling very fancy today.

"Anyways, I need to go to my house. Check up on how my house is coming along. I hope they finished fixing the wall-" I yawned as I shuffled out of the room to get my pair on converse.

"Okay, please be safe- There's reports of villain attacks around your area" Peter warned.

"So then Spider-Man will stop them. I'm sure I'll be fine" I shrugged and grabbed my backpack with my phone and extra shit I never use. "Bye Pete" I waved and headed out the door. Walking down the stairs of his apartment building and outside.

New York. The busiest city in South America. Everyone was up so early. But I think it was around noon ish? I don't know, you can really check the time If you're asleep.

Anyways, I started walking to the nearest subway station and was about to buy a ticket when I realized that my pockets were empty. I checked the bag and again... empty.

"Shit! I forgot my wallet-" I huffed. Going to sit down on a bench. I was trying to figure out what to do when I felt something tap my foot. I looked down and saw a grease covered rat, and it had a wad of cash in its mouth.

"The hell" I leaned down and took the cash. "50 bucks? Where'd you get this? And most importantly, how?"

The rat turned to face a dude who was searching his wallet and wondering where his cash went. My eyes widened as I looked back at the rat. "You stole it?!" The rat nodded.

"Jesus Christ-" I offered my hand and the rat climbed on. It looked harmless so I let it climb onto me. "Hm, living here in the subway doesn't seem like the ideal life. So why don't you come home with me?" The rat squeaked happily and It slipped into my bag.

I used the cash it snatched to buy a subway ticket to head home. The subway was crowded and I could barely get a seat. I took of the bag and put it on my lap.

"You need a name, don't you?" He popped his head out of the little bit I left unzipped for him. He seemed to be talking to me.
"You wanna be named Francis? Like the Deadpool villain?"

Francis nodded. "We'll, that's gonna give him some PTSD if we ever meet him" I laughed, not expecting to actually meet him any time in my life.

Francis didn't find it funny. He gestured his head to the person sitting next to us and my jaw dropped.

Dead fucking pool was sitting right next to us. He was wearing his red and black costume. He was reading a "sexiest man of the year" magazine with Hugh jackman on the cover. It was so stupid I almost expected it.

Good thing he didn't hear us, or we'd be in for it.

I hurriedly got up at my stop and walked Off the metro. "Francis! You didn't tell me that he was on board!" I picked him up and held him infront of me. He just squeaked and crossed his arms.