A Spider's Guide to Heroism

Chapter Sixteen

    Peter sighed looking out the slightly stained window of the even more slightly run down Mexican restaurant. It was one of those hole in the wall areas, hidden away and only regulars and people referred by said regulars knew of it. It didn't violate any health code rules, but it wasn't exactly clean looking. The food was said to be good though, or at least that's what Deadpool claimed.
    Ten minutes after twelve. Peter was amused by how his watch was actually keeping time. Honestly he forgot that it was a living matter because it's been so well behaved. He was also glad that JJ wasn't in today because if he had been he probably wouldn't be able to do lunch right now. Forced to work through lunch instead to make up for all the tardies he's earned himself over the course of his small career.
    Leave it to Deadpool to make plans and be late. Peter was starting to get impatient and kinda hungry. Luckily the waiter had brought him a small basket of bread sticks. "Will you be ordering?" he asked, of which Peter had to explain that he was waiting for someone who was running late. The waiter seemed to understand, seemed like they were used to people showing up with these kind of situations.

    Peter reached for a breadstick and was startled as the watch deformed and slinked down his hand and covered the breadstick. He continued to watch as it completely left his hand and landed on the table, digesting the bread.
    "Oh, so you're awake huh?" He asked the SY-8 that ignored him and continued to do whatever it was that it was doing. "I guess bio matter does get hungry, if you could talk I would of fed you sooner." He positioned the items on the table around the blob to hide it from on lookers that would question why there was a mass of black goo on the table.
    "I'm only giving him five more minutes then I'm getting something to go and leaving." Peter talked to himself as he noted Deadpool still wasn't here. "I'll have to question if he's murdering people later."
    Just then a sound went through the restaurant. The old bell that rang when someone opened the front doors. It caught Peter's attention and he looked up to see a man in a hoodie, hood up, a hat on under it. If Peter wasn't mistkaen that was the exact same hoodie he saw before.

    "Helloooo Spicy Momba's! Your favorite customer is here!" The man announced to the restaurant.
    "There he is." Peter rolled his eyes and watched as Deadpool, now presenting as Wade, went to lean on the resturant counter.
    "The usual?" The cashier asked him.
    "Nah, not today Stacy." Wade replied. "I got a date today." He looked around the restaurant for Peter and spotted him sitting in the corner by the window.
    Peter cringed. Why did Wade always have to make things so... awkward?
    'A date? Why did he have to call it a date? I mean I know it's a lunch date cause that's just what these things are called... but when it's two bros just... getting lunch... god it sounds so weird. I mean we are technically on date but it's not-' Peter's train of thought was lost as Wade walked over and sat down, grinning ear to ear at Peter.
    "Wow, didn't actually think you'd show up." He said.
    "...Why's that?" Peter questioned.
    "I just... y'know figured you'd be busy." Wade admitted leaning back in the chair.
    "Usually I am, but you caught me at a lucky time." Peter replied, shifting as the waiter came over with the lunch menus.
    "Well then I'm glad." Wade replied, taking up the menu and just glossing it over, even though he didn't need to and knew what he was having already. "We should try to do this more often, now that we're buddies and all!"
    "I... uh... maybe." Peter said looking over the menu, actually unsure of what he wanted. "If I'm not busy with work."
    "Well I mean weekends are always an option." Wade looked up at Peter.
    "No, their not. I'm always busy on the weekends." Peter replied casually flipping the menu over to the other side.
    "Busy?" Wade questioned cocking his head to the side in curiosity. "With what? News people don't usually work on the weekend."
    Yeah, what was he busy with? Peter looked back at Wade, hesitating to respond. He couldn't come out and say that he was busy on the weekends because he was Spider-Man and had patrol all day on weekends. He coughed and gave a poor answer. "Stuff." He said. "Busy with stuff."
    "Yeah, what kind of stuff?" Wade asked putting the menu aside. Of course he was going to ask that.
    "Personal stuff...?" Peter guessed. "Family stuff... I'm just busy okay."
    "...Okay." Wade shrugged. "See anything you like?"
    "That depends." Peter said thankful he got out of that subject. "Is the food here any good?"
    "Is the food here any good?" Wade laughed. "Of course it is! I wouldn't of told you to meet here if it wasn't! I love the food here, its great!.... Y'know great for a shady little stop on the outskirts of town, but the food's editable and I don't think it'd get you sick... I mean I wouldn't know I'm kinda... immune to poison."
    "...Right." Peter laid his menu aside, knowing that yeah, Deadpool really wouldn't know if the food was okay or not because of his healing factor.