Strumming Heart Strings - (Spideypool Band AU)

Chapter 3: 555

It was currently 4am. Peter was awake.
He had finished his Spiderman patrol two hours or so ago but refused to go sleep as his finger refreshed the page, his laptop was open on, every second.

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Nothing

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"Oh!" He leaned in, nose against the screen as his eyes sped through the picture that was posted exactly at 4:44am.

Previously that week, he had rushed to the café to have someone, other than MJ, whom he could talk about the post Deadpool left on his social media.

While MJ often listened to him despite not being a fan, herself, Peter was still having a tantrum and refused to reply to her unless it was memes or Deadpool pictures (which you'd find on the first row with a simple Google search- still he wasn't complaining) or both, which were his favourite- he even used actual money just to print a certain Deadpool meme that always made him laugh, that meme is now placed on the ceiling, just above his bed, for his rough nights.

Peter had found that Luciana had, in fact, not been joking about a Deadpool club café because when he arrived at the café, it was full of people who either loved midnight coffee and had problems or loved Deadpool (and had problems).

There were people who wore merchandise, others just dressed in cool punk aesthetics- between them, Peter looked like a regular nerd who had seen better days, with his pijama shirt, laundry-day jeans and a scratch on the bridge of his nose...

He still got a "wicked" from one of the cool looking dudes, so it was alright.

Point was: Deadpool fans had gathered in the café after Deadpool's announcement to celebrate a new album soon by giving a free ticket to one of his concerts and- AND meet and greet.

Now, it was no secret Peter was broke but... PETER WAS BROKE. This, right here, was a golden opportunity.

Sure, he didn't necessarily believe he, out of literally anyone, could win but the thought was still nice.
Plus, even if, by chance that his good ol' Parker luck didn't ruin things, Peter would probably look like a regular guy at a rock concert- someone might ask if he's lost even... that someone could be Deadpool and then- like the jokester he is- he'd laugh at Peter... probably... Peter didn't know if Deadpool was one to be THAT mean but... he IS Peter Parker- and that, in itself,was already hard enough not to make fun of.

The café had been buzzing with life, Luciana took advantage and was selling Deadpool themed stuff such as, instead of regular stuff, you could pay extra to have a red cup because Deadpool was red. People actually fell for it... and Peter nearly followed.

Everyone was discussing the new post, some shrugging as they already had tickets or had met the man, others just wanted to win for the sake of it or genuinely didn't want to pay for a ticket, which was fair.

Peter, like the dumb nerd he is, never shut his mouth up- talking nonstop now that he was surrounded by people who actually understood him. One guy, Ned, seemed to understand his rant on the actual music composition instead of the man himself- apparently he likes to write classical music and symphonies, they follow each other on social media now.

Now, Peter was sure everyone that was present then was just as confused as he was because the post was black. Just a black picture.

"What the..." he tilted his head as he stared at the screen, unsure if it was Ned's Internet or his laptop