Random x Male Readers

Spideypool!! For Jax :-)

A/N: I apologize if this is a bit OOC, i haven't read the comics but i tried to make it accurate from what i know 😭
Also peter-works-at-Starbucks-because-he's -broke-asf AU

Here you go Jax!!!1!1!!1!1!1 :3
Peter POV

I had just moved into my own apartment and landed a job at the Starbucks  down the street.
It was in a pretty shitty part of manhattan, but the rent was cheap and i got some good tips at the cafe so i couldn't complain.
Plus, being spider-man can be stressful as hell, so having a chill job to balance it all out was nice.
One random Tuesday I was cleaning some mugs and stuff behind the counter with giant yellow rubber gloves on. I may be able to defeat guys 10x my size without breaking a sweat, but i cannot touch wet food. Ugh..
Just as i was finishing up and getting ready to wait at the register for the next customer, a really weird dude walked in.
He wore a skin-tight red and black suit and a full mask with small white eye lenses, kinda like mine. He had two katanas on his back and a few pistols in his belt thingy. And was that a garter belt?
He walked really zesty too; wtf is this guy doing??
Only in New York i guess...
"Hey welcome to Starbucks, what can i get started for you?"
I put on my best customer service voice for this, not tryna get a whole sword pointed at me today.
"Hey can i get uhhhhhhhhhhh....."
His eye lenses widened, just kinda staring at me. If this were a movie, careless whisper would be playing and i would be moving in slo-mo.
"Um.. sir?"
"You can call me..." he deepens his voice dramatically,
"...Deadpoooollllll."
"..okay. What can i get you.. Deadpool?"
I stifled a laugh.
"Yay!!" He smiled, or whatever the mask-equivalent of that is.
"Id like a venti caramel ribbon crunch Frappuccino with extra whip at the bottom, swirl some caramel on the sides of the cup to make it look all aesthetic, make sure the whip cream on the top is perfect and umm.. a bagel please!"
"Yeah sure. Ill have that ready for you in a minute."
He pays, dumping what looks like at least 30 pennies into the tip jar.
Jesus christ i don't get payed enough for this shit.
While making his crazy-complicated drink, i catch him staring at me again, while writing something with a crayon in a little notebook with unicorn stickers on it. Yolo i guess..
Does this guy have a thing for me? (I mean, who wouldn't.) But be was totally eyeing me. It was kinda cute.
WAIT STFU PETER ITS SOME RANDOM PROBABLY SERIAL KILLER VILLAIN GUY HES NOT HOT. I mean, his voice is really nice, and he's charming, confident, buff as hell, and probably hot, but like come on dude pull yourself together!!!! This is so gay.
I handed him his bagel and "coffee" and was ready to just be done with this, meeting weird guys with katanas was supposed to be for Spiderman, not Peter Parker; this job is fully normal and not super-hero-y at all.
But, as I was about to turn around, he handed me a little folded paper. As soon as I took it, he ran off like a little, very violent, kid.
"Bye peter!!" He must've read the name-tag.
"Okay... wtf." Mumbling, i unfolded it.
Inside was a colorful drawing of me next to some chicken-scratch numbers written with a glittery crayon.
His phone number?
A small doodle of himself, or his mask i guess, held a thumbs up.
I looked up, only to see him waving bye to me through the window, motioning a phone with his other hand.
What the fuck.

3rd person pov
Over the next few months he showed up at Peters work a few times a week, usually in just the suit, but sometimes with a "I <3 NY" tourist-type hoodie over it.
After explaining that, no, just because he "looked cooler than most vigilantes"  didn't mean he was a villain, the two became closer, and learned each-others names, (which was long overdue, you cant just call him dead-pool forever). Wade would even sometimes stay to the end of his earlier shifts and share a coffee on the roof before running off to do whatever heroic stuff he did all day.

One morning while on break over an iced cup of coffee that more resembled an ice cream sundae, Wade broke the comfortable silence with an unusual question, even for him;
"Sooo Pete.. since you're usually the one to sponsor these little dates, I was wondering if you wanted me to take you somewhere next time?"
Today was one of the very rare occasions he wasn't wearing the mask and was instead in plan jeans and a hoodie, so when Peter turned his head to look at him, he could tell he was nervous,  though it was subtle.
The only thing Peter was thinking was 'THESE ARE DATES???? FUCK YEAHHHH IM SO COOL'
Mustering up his best 'oh yeah thats chill im chill were both chill' kind of voice, while simultaneously forcing himself to not get flustered, he responded.
"Oh yeah yeah... what were you thinking?"
"We could like go see a movie? Or get dinner? I honestly didn't think I'd get this far and this writer is shit at endings so i  have no idea.."
Peter stifled a laugh. "Hey I really don't care what we do, just surprise me. Meet you here at 7 after work?"
"Oh totes! See ya Petey!!" He jumped off the roof and onto a nearby dumpster so fast it reminded him of a teen who just got caught smoking by their parents, leaving his elaborate drink on the roof.

It was nice having someone just treat him like Peter, not Spider-man.

Word count: 1003
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