Strumming Heart Strings - (Spideypool Band AU)

Chapter 4 - Freak Out

"PARKER!! Answer me, damn it!" Jameson barked at the smaller man who stood dazely without reaction.

"Just--" the man's red angry face seemed to calm a bit, a hint of genuine worry (/ weirded outness) glitching across his face before he waved the other off "Just get out- go home" he shooed Peter away who obeyed on auto pilot.

A small guitar strum made the man wake from his daze, pulling his phone out at his notification ringtone.

Ned: Dude- u good?

Another strum

Ned: Pls tell me u didn't die from a heart attack

Peter blinked down at his phone, everything rushing back to him-

"Holy shit" he breathed "Holy shit Holy shit Holy shit" realisation was falling upon him, he was becoming aware of his surroundings, of the weirded out expressions of people walking past.

So.... he might be freaking out.

Last night, both very excited men hunched over Peter's phone as the brunette anxiously pressed send

"White and Yellow suck"

His hands were shaking and he didn't even know why they were because there was just no way The Deadpool would even see his message-

Deadpool: How tf do you know about them????

Peter Parker, nearing his mid-twenties, the actual real life Spiderman man- a man who has lost people he loved, got buried under buildings, had his best friend try kill him, once had nearly got a limb cut off... Felt his soul leave his body over a text from his idol.

"Dude!" Ned, poor guy, had to witness Peter's freak out, fanning him as his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he fainted over a single text.

"Dude just answer, man!" Ned looked excited for him, he was a nerd for the actual composition of Deadpool's songs rather than the man himself so it seemed that worked in his favour "Dude!! You know what"

Peter doesn't remember much after that- he just knows Ned texted for him because his hands were too shaky and Peter knows this because the texts are right there...on his phone.

Suddenly, he was pulling up MJ's phone number and was rushing down the street to the coffee shop because who the heck cares about his damned university work?? He got free fucking tickets.

"Hey there, tiger" MJ's amused voice came through "thought you wouldn't speak to me aga-"

"So-about-a-week-go-Deadpool-announced-that-he-would-give-out-a-free-ticket-to-someone-yesterday-and-he-posted-a-black-picture-so-everyone-was-super-confused-but-then-people-began-analysing-the-picture-and-trying-to-work-things-out-and-I--"

"Woah! Slow down!" MJ laughed "of course you only call me to talk about Deadpool- and here I thought you were looking forward to talking to me" there was a small sarcastic sniff from the other line

"Sorry" Peter winced "Hi, MJ... how was your day" he said slowly as he stopped in front of the coffee shop, bouncing in place

"Hello, Peter" MJ replied in the same manner "I'm quite alright, thank you...Now if you could slowly get to the point"

"I WON THE TICKET" He blurted and quickly shut his mouth when a few people looked his way.

Glancing in the café, Peter was thankful none inside seemed to have heard- except for Luciana who was looking straight at him... but she was always creepy like that.

"What?"

"Deadpool was giving a free ticket and managed to be the one to win it" Peter explained, bouncing more now with unkempt excitement