Angie groaned and leaned back into her couch as Loki gripped a pillow tightly in his arms against his chest and stared with glazed over eyes at the TV screen. Peter was on Loki's other side, similarly fed up with the lovey-dovey crap and over romanticized tragedy. Loki had wet marks on his cheeks from crying. Angie felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. She pulled it out to see a text from Peter.
Is he seriously crying? –P
Yes. Yes he is. Technically, he's like, our age, if you do the math –ASR
Lol seriously? -P
Yup. Hence why he's so emotional; he's a hormonal teenage girl –ASR
"If you two are done sending automated messages about me, you're missing the movie" Loki muttered. Angie chuckled and hid her phone.
"No offence, Lokster, but this movie kind of sucks" Angie said "They make love seem so great and dates in fancy places with dresses and make-up seem so easy and glamorous and overly romanticized a huge tragedy in our world history"
"Plus, there is so enough room on that plank of wood for Jack" Peter added
"Both of you need to shut up before I sew your mouths shut for criticizing DiCaprio"
Dragon perched on a roof top edge. Peter was busy tonight, so she was patrolling alone, which sucked because she had no one to make sarcastic remarks to about passer bys or criminals or life in general.
"Hey, cutie" Dragon rolled her eyes with a smile and turned to see Deadpool there.
"What's up?" Dragon walked over.
"Well, I was thinking, since I know Spidey has a night off tonight, you wanted to go grab a bite to eat with me? A date, if you will" Deadpool held out a single daisy. Dragon rolled her eyes again, but took the flower.
"I'm not exactly dressed to go out" Dragon gestured to her uniform.
"Bobby Van's doesn't have a dress code" Deadpool grinned. Dragon sighed.
"I'm not going to Bobby Van's like this; I'll meet you there in twenty, but I'm changing first" Dragon said, flying off towards Stark Tower.
Angie landed in an alleyway, glanced around and pulled her cloak off before putting it in her bag. She walked across the street to Bobby Van's to see Deadpool waiting outside in a hoodie and jeans over his uniform.
"Lookin good, Ange" Deadpool gave Angie a once over, taking in her jeans, tight AC/DC t-shirt and combat boots. Angie had a brown leather jacket swung peeking out the top of her tote bag.
"Let's just eat; I'm starving" Angie walked in, Deadpool following after her.
"Booth for two, please" Angie smiled at the waiter. He was an elderly man with white hair and a Captain America sticker on his nametag.
"Sure thing" The man nodded and led the couple to one of the back booths.
"Thank you...Stan" Angie smiled after reading the man's nametag.
"No problem" Stan smiled before walking off. As the menus were brought out by a sweet-looking young woman named Brie (probably short for Brieanna), Angie's phone buzzed. She pulled it from her bag and rolled her eyes.
"What?" Deadpool leaned across the table.
"Peter" Angie muttered "He's hopeless"
"With what and how can I make it worse?" Deadpool grinned.
"Girls" Angie sighed "He's trying to ask a girl out, but barely knows how the female species works"
"Doesn't he practically live with you?" Deadpool snorted "I thought he was supposed to be some sort of genius"
"He does and he is" Angie muttered "What should I say to his pathetic request of 'How do I impress Gwen?'"
"If you write 'Be yourself' you waste an opportune moment to screw with him" Deadpool warned
"I know" Angie grinned "What about...hmm..."
"Gimme your phone" Deadpool held his hand out. Angie gave the Merc with the Mouth her phone and checked out her menu. Deadpool started snickering and Angie grabbed her phone back.
Tell her you're Spiderman –ASR
"Okay, I never agreed to that, but if he replies asking for more help, you can have all the fun you want, as long as you keep it decent because my Pops will freak if you don't" Angie grinned
First of all why. Second of all, no –P
Because half of Manhattan wants into those spandex tights; tell her you're Spiderman and she'll become part of that half –ASR
Damnit Angie! –P
Angie and Deadpool laughed as the waitress walked over. She took their orders before walking off.
"Oh, I have an idea" Deadpool stuck his hand out, gesturing for Angie's phone. Angie passed him her phone and watched him type with a grin on her face.
"Here you go" Deadpool passed Angie her phone again. She read the last sent text.
Say 'I'm not saying I'm Spiderman, but have you ever seen me and Spiderman in the same room?' –ASR
Angie chuckled.
"That's horrible" Angie snorted.
You're the worst –P
Fine, if you don't want my help then... –ASR
Shit. She wants to know who I'm texting –P
Tell her it's Aunt May –ASR
I told her we were lyricing One Direction at each other –P
I. Hate. You. –ASR
You're freakin insecure –ASR
Don't know what for –P
You turn heads when you walk through the door -_- -ASR
Don't need makeup –P
To freaking cover up –ASR
Being the way that you are is enough –P
Everyone else in the room can see it –ASR
What the hell...EVERYONE ELSE BUT YOUUUUUU! –P
Baby you light up my world like nobody else *insert eyeroll* -ASR
THE WAY THAT YOU FLIP YOUR HAIR GETS ME OVERWHLEMED –P
The way you smile at the ground, it ain't freaking hard to tell –ASR
YOU DON'T KNOW, OH, OH! YOU DON'T KNOW YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL! –P
Angie's disgust was interrupted by a plate being set in front of her.
"Thank you" Angie smiled before glaring at her phone
"What did he do?" Deadpool grinned
"Made me recite...One Direction" Angie shuddered. Deadpool laughed.
"Why did he do that?" Deadpool asked
"He didn't want Gwen knowing he asked me, us, for girl advice, so he lied and said we were reciting lyrics of said band" Angie rolled her eyes as she sipped her drink. All of a sudden, gun shots rang out. Angie groaned and rolled her eyes as men in...oh god, were those ski masks? And burlap sacks? How cliché could they get?
"Great. One night. Just one night off for a date would be fantastic" Angie muttered as a robber walked over, pointing some out of date pistol at her.
"Let me guess" Angie said "You want me to put my hands up, give you all of my valuables and then beg for mercy of some sort" The man opened his mouth to defend himself, but Angie cut him off.
"Well, hate to break it to ya, but I'm the daughter of Tony Stark. Right now, as you failed to properly hide your identities, security cameras around this fine establishment are sending a feed to Stark Towers, identifying you and your cohorts. Soon, an alarm will go off, along with facial recognition being completed and Iron Man and Captain America and possibly even a few master assassins will be waiting at your doorsteps, ready to lock you up for the rest of your pitiful lives for even thinking about pointing a gun at me" Angie said without hesitating "So, if I were you, I'd get out of here as fast as you can and pray to every deity your incompetent mind can comprehend that I change my mind and show mercy on you for interrupting my date night" Without another word, Angie sat down and took a sip of her drink as the robbers all ran, metaphorical tails between their legs. Angie felt her phone buzz.
I told Gwen that I would be the Jack to her Rose. She agreed to go on a date with me. I need to thank Loki for making us watch that terrible movie now. –P
A/N Hey everyone! Sorry it took so long to update, but my Doc Manager wasn't working, so I couldn't submit this chapter until today. Happy Easter to everyone who celebrates Easter and to those who don't Happy Sunday (or Monday if you live in a different timezone that is really far ahead). Hope everyone enjoys emotional Loki, date night and girl troubled Peter.