Marvel shorties

Questions, so many questions

Characters: Spider-Man / Peter Parker, Deadpool, Tony Stark, Loki, Natasha Romanoff

"Hi Happy... it's Peter. But I guess you know that, with caller-ID and stuff. I'm just checking in to see if our appointment for this afternoon still stands," Peter said into the phone, his mask lifted up just a little bit so his voice wouldn't sound muffled. "I know you said I shouldn't call you about that, again, but I just wanted to make sure you're still picking me up at 3:30... it's 11:45 now... I already had lunch. I was hungry. I'm always hungry. I had Chimichanga's, like Deadpool brought me that last time. They're really tasty! But I don't know how Deadpool can eat them without spilling all over his suit. I had to swing home to wash my... Oh! Hey, Deadpool! Oh, Happy, I gotta go, Deadpool's here and..."

A long beep interrupted Peter's rambling. "Huh, I guess his voicemail's full."

"Hi Spidey, watcha doing?" The Canadian mercenary perched down on the edge of the building, next to Peter.

The boy quickly janked his mask back down before answering. "Nothing. Just making a call."

"Were you talking about me? I think you did. I'd like to think that you did!"

Peter shifted a little on the concrete edge, he couldn't see Deadpool's face, but he would bet a month's allowance on the merc smiling just a little too creepy. Deadpool was a weirdo, a kind of nice weirdo, but still...
He watched the mercenary from the corner of his eye. As always, Deadpool was armed to the teeth, with multiple guns strapped to his body and the two swords crossed on his back. But his spider sense spied no threath from the man next to him. As Deadpool scratched his chin through the mask, Peter did spy something else.

"Your left hand! It's tiny! What? How? Why would? What?" Peter had a little trouble forming a meaningful sentence as his mind was racing with possible explanations for the mercenary to suddenly have a child-like hand attached to his arm. It could have been a shrink ray, or maybe some exotic disease. Who knows? Maybe it was a spell! Magic! Peter had heard about sorcerers being real.

"This? Oh, just growing it back," Deadpool said casually, catching Peter's attention again. He turned his tiny hand from side to side, flexing the little fingers. "I found myself stuck between a rock and a hard place, quite literally this time. I..."

A loud honk made the two masked men look down to the street. There was a shiny sports car parked to the curb, a dark haired man with a goatee and an expensive suit next to it.
"Hey kid! You coming?"

Peter jumped to his feet. "Mr. Stark! Yes! I'll be right down, sir!" He turned to Deadpool and waved a little awkwardly. "Gotta go, bye!"

When he swung downwards he heard the merc call after him. "Chimichanga's next tuesday?"
Peter put his thumb up in response to the man on top of the building and landed lightly on his feet, next to the man on the curb.

Tony Stark gestured to him to get in the car and Peter quickly walked around the luxurious sports car. This was easily the most expensive car he had ever seen up close and now he got to ride in it!

Squirming his butt happily around in the leather seat, Peter looked at the dashboard. There were so many cool dials on there! The windows were tinted, so he figured it was safe to take his mask off. He wanted to ask Mr. Stark something about the car, but the billionaire shut him up with one look.

"Seatbelt," Tony Stark said sternly and Peter hurried to fasten the five point seatbelt. "You should not hang out with that guy, kid. He's... unstable."