Chapter 3

Friday came all to soon. Pulling out his rented tuxedoe, the Spider pulled it on over the suit. This was ridiculous! But, it was Deadpool so, what to expect.

Peter smiled, remembering the first time they met. Deadpool had smashed through a window, glass poking out of his face, looked to the Spider, and said with a very serous voice,

"BLAH SKF SOCB EAGK FO DO!"

He then went on to claim that he was Spider-Man from the future and that he just came by to say hi.

The Spider double checked the google instructions and swung out of the apartment.

When he got to the restaurant he got a text from Deadpool.

LovePool; Running a little late! Look for the loudest car!

The Spider-Lover; ok, I'm on a lampost, I'm sure you'll see me.

Almost as soon as he hit send, the most annoying horn rang out in that high pitched tune that all annoying cars have. Spider-Man looked over and saw a bright pink bug pulling up at the restaurant.

The driver seat opened and out came, what Spider-Man assumed, was Deadpool. Except, over the usual red and black outfit, was a bright pink tutu. Deadpool looked like a six year old cross dresser gone wrong. The pink tutu, the pink shoes that had fluff flying off everywhere. The pink ribbon around his head. He held a pink wand in his right hand and a pink wallet in the left. To top it all off he wore a crown that looked like he stole it from the good witch from the east.

Spider-Man could hardly comprehend the sight before him. Still standing on the lamp post, he called out to Deadpool.

"What the hell are you wearing!?"

Looking up, Deadpool saw the Spider standing and staring in utter shock.

"Shnucums! You're here!"

"You didn't answer my question." Spider-Man wanted answers.

"Oh, well I borrowed the car from a friend."

"I mean the outfit"

"You don't like it?"

"Just one more question, WHY!?"

"I knew you'd like, now, shall we go to dinner?"