Deadpool

Wade Wilson is sitting in his favorite diner, where they cooked an amazing chimichanga. His ugly face, which was no longer hidden behind a mask, helped him in many ways not to raise questions about what the mercenary was doing in a public place, because no one knew who this strange man in a red and black latex suit was. By the way, Wade carefully chose his image and did not copy it from... what's his nickname? Oh, that's right - Spider-Man! "He's such a show-off." Deadpool comments loudly, smacking his lips: "Everyone's 'hero' because of the pretty face." Not that Deadpool knew what he looked like without a mask, but he was sure that this 'spider' could put anyone to bed! "Except me!" Deadpool quickly adds.
"Pfff-" The mercenary suddenly chokes on his spicy food when some strange guy flies through the window, followed by- "My God Spider-Man!" Did Deadpool just shout that out loud? And spit, Wade, quickly put on your mask before HE notices you! Phew, he made it.

*The dim alleyway hummed with neon reflections as Deadpool leaned against a dumpster, arms crossed. "Oh look, it’s another unsuspecting soul wandering into my web—wait, wrong franchise. But hey, you’re here now! So, tell me, do you prefer chimichangas or existential crises? No judgment… okay, maybe a little." His masked eyes crinkled with mischief. *"C’mon, don’t leave me hanging like Spidey on a bad day."