Strumming Heart Strings - (Spideypool Band AU)

Chapter 5: Cara-Berry

Peter has had a busy week; with picking up his ticket (which felt surreal if he had to be honest- he had to return there just to make sure he actually picked up Deadpool’s package), finishing essays, spidermaning, working for Jameson Jerk, writing lyric ideas for Ned’s music and shopping with MJ… He was utterly tired.

So when Luciana came with a large cup of caramel frappe, Peter couldn’t help but groan loudly at the sight, pretty sure he could see some sort of glow around the woman as she approached.

“Geez, Parker” she chuckled as he sat down at his usual spot, the cafe unusually packed much to his sadness “quem te viu, quem te vê” she leans over the tall table balcony, removing her own glasses to look properly at Peter who, like every time she speaks in her own language, only nods and agrees as if he understood.

“What does that even mean” he licks some of the whipped cream, crunching on the bits of caramel that are there “you always say that” he huffs

“Who saw you, who sees you” she quotes laughing lightly when the Peter only drank his drink through the straw, a clueless expression on his face “it means you aren’t the same as the past” she shrugs “whatsup?” she asks “you can vent to me, its on the house” she grins

“you charge people for venting?” Peter quirks a brow as the bell rings, another costumer making their way in

“Sure, I do” she shrugs, turning to instead lean back against the balcony so she can wave at the costumer “It was kind of like… my job back in Brasil” she says casually

Peter paused, taking in the new information and suddenly faced with the fact he barely knew anything about the woman. Sure, he learned she was from Brazil but aside from that and her like for Deadpool’s music, he didn't know much else (he even knew more about Ned and he met the guy near two weeks ago).

“You were a therapist?” he asks looking up at her sunken eyes, she wasn’t much older than him, he didn't think so, but without her glasses her eyes looked far too old for her.

She nodded even though for a moment it seemed as though she wanted to correct him, with a wave of her hand to dismiss it, she stood upright once again

“I’ll be right back” she said, heading to make the new customer his drink.

Peter nodded, fascinated by her therapist powers, able to guess what drink he needed or wanted after his visits here. He recalled the first time he changed his drink to the frappe, she nodded and ever since seemed to realize when the man wanted the same drink- like a genie or something.

The chair besides Peter scrapped back as a big hooded man mumbled a small “mind if I sit?” pausing just a moment for Peter to answer with a  “go ahead” gesture. Not like there were many places the man could sit, ever since the Deadpool club cafe started, fans began making this their home (Luciana’s new DP Menu did not go unnoticed).

“Sorry for the wait” Luciana returned, card machine out for the man to tap and a large familiar pink drink in her hand. Peter gaped at the drink as the man paid for it, he watched with wide eyes as he removed his mask (which he hadn’t noticed before) to take a sip, the large amount of whipped cream making an awful slurp sound.

Luciana placed the machine back in her apron, seeming amused by Peter’s reaction as she circled around to return to her previous spot.

“It’s you” Peter squints his eyes at the man as if he had offended him and his whole (unexisting) family.

The man seemed to tense, dragging his cap down that was under his hood

“what?” the man’s voice, which had been deep and scratchy, squeaked