@MaximumMerc_ Peter blinks a little, and winces as the rest of the sandwich hits someone. He cups his mouth, โsorry!โ He calls, before grinning behind his mask and grabbing the manโs waist.
He swings them over the buildings.
@MaximumMerc_ Peter shakes his head, โdonโt worry about it. Itโs fine, the majority of my grieving is over.โ He stands up, and smiles.
โWant to go for a swing?โ He asks, eyes glittering.
@MaximumMerc_ He laughs and shakes his head, โI just passed nine years since my dream girl passed away,โ he mutters, and rubs his arms.
โI suppose I thought it would get easier.โ He pulls down his mask again, testing his webs.
@MaximumMerc_ Peter smiles softly, โwell you are very intimidating to be around. You have a reputation.โ He messes with his web shooters.
โPlus these last few months have been difficult for me.โ His eyes drift downwards at the mention.
@MaximumMerc_ Peter swallows a little, โI donโt know what else you want me to say about it. Itโs crime, Mr Pool,โ he says, and crosses his legs as he watches the sun begin to set on the New York skyline.
@MaximumMerc_ Peter bites the inside of his cheek, and places the remainder of his hot dog on the edge of the building, โoh you know . . . Itโs always around.โ He feels awkward around the other, perhaps itโs the reputation the man has.
@MaximumMerc_ Peter blinks through his past, which was half way up his face, revealing his mouth and a little bit of his nose, โwas just . . . Eating a hotdog.โ He smiles at the man kindly.
@MaximumMerc_ His head turns to look at the latter, and he tilts his head, before smiling and shaking his head, โno. The government did not send me.โ
@MaximumMerc_ He watches him intently, and cocks his head to one side, โoh, sorry,โ he says, and lifts his mask up in order to take a bite of his lunch.
@MaximumMerc_ Peter moves to sit down on the edge of where they both sat, โMr Deadpool,โ he says, running a hand over his masked head gently, breathing heavily.