"PETER" I smacked my head against the desk, I sat up rubbing my head. "S-sorry Ma'am... I don't know what happened" I sat as calmly as I could, all I could think about was the dream I had had. it was of me and Deadpool on a patrol. some...heated stuff happened. I bushed just thinking about it.
"Hmm...Wade, can you take him to the nurse?" I stood up as Wade, a boy from my class grabbed my arm and pulled me outside. "you had a bad night?" I hesitated. I couldn't let on to ANYTHING. I mean, Mr. Stark said after this year of high school, I would reveal my identity. of course, only if I wanted to.
"No...im just tired..." I noticed him watching me from the corner of his eye. well, I think it was. he wore his gray hoodie over his face, casting a shadow over it. I couldn't make any features out except the very tip of his nose. I, being a curious person, asked: "Why do you wear that hood over your face?" he flinched. "that's...um..." he shifted uncomfortably.
I guess he didn't like talking about it. I even know Bucky, he doesn't like talking about his arm. I'm the only one at the facility that doesn't know. Mr. Stark says it's for the better. I disagree, but Wanda changed my mind. she put a very gruesome picture in my head.
"we're here" Wade mumbled, clearly uncomfortable with this scenario. while I rambled on in my head, we had walked all the way to the nurse. I hoped that Wade hadn't asked me anything along the way, that would have been awkward.
I stepped inside and sat down. I looked around, I noticed that the nurse wasn't there yet. she was probably on her lunch break or something like that."Wade...you never answered my question before...about your hood?" I glanced at him and sighed quietly, of course, my brain had to say the one thing I wanted to ask.
he sighed and raised his hand, I looked up. he began to pull his hood back. when it was off, I stared in shock. I recognized that face. I KNEW that face.
I whispered to myself,
"Deadpool?!"