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“Wilson Tailors, for all your superhero needs....”
Peter Parker couldn't help but muse the line of the small store in an alley near the shopping district, the shop was a mess, chaos everywhere, not in a there was trash laying around, but it kind of looked like a fabric truck exploded in there.
“Hello, hel- OMG SPIDER-MAN!”
How the guy had recognized the mask under the shadow of the hoody he was wearing he had no idea, but he had to side step the lunging huge man who had nearly tackle hugged him in his excitement, the squeal coming from the heavy gritty voice sounded unnatural as the shop keeper didn't really seem to mind face planting against the wall.
“... I... heard you were good at fixing up suits...”
“Yes! That I am! Do you need a new one, do you need this one patched up?!”
“I need a patch job, a decent one... how much will it cost me?”
“Nothing! I am a huge fan I'll do it for free!”
Peter couldn't help but feel torn up about that, he wanted to accept because after all he had nearly no money, but at the other hand, the materials and such did cost the guy money and being in a back alley he probably didn't get much patronage.
“You're considering to pay anyway aren't you?”
The singsong tone in the rough voice threw him off as he glanced at the shop keeper who was standing up again and nearly bouncing on his feet as he watched him. The guy was … energetic... to put it nicely, as well as incredibly muscular. He could see scarring in the areas of his face that weren't completely obscured by the shadow and sunglasses.
“Yeah.. I would feel bad about it...”
“Okay, then pay me with a chimichanga.”
The man stated in such a manner of fact manner that he couldn't help but agree to it as he dropped his web-bag that held his torn up suit to the ground, opening it calmly so the clerk could see it. The excited squeak that came as the man took the suit for him hurt his ears a little, but he couldn't help but keep his eyes glued on the shop keeper who emptied a table with one arm before carefully placing the suit down on it, spreading it open as he looked at it, tracing the fabric and inspecting the pattern.
“Did you make this yourself?”
“...Yeah, but I find it takes a long long time for me to make it and embarrassing to say but the stitches let lose at times...”
“It's impressive, but wouldn't you prefer something with some Kevlar and such, you know something that actually protects you? Wouldn't want your fine self to be shredded to pieces..”
“No, fabric is fine, anything heavier would take getting used to and would limit my flexibility... plus would limit part of my power...”
The shop keeper nodded, glancing at him for a moment before he started digging through the fabrics, finding the exact same colors of blue and red for the suit before he started working, blabbing the entire time about how excited he was to meet him and such.
The constant blabbing and the roughness in the voice was familiar though, but Peter couldn't quiet place it, he found himself hanging from the ceiling over the work table as he watched the man work. Even through the constant blabbering that came from his mouth he was skillfully fixing up his suit in such a quick manner that Peter could barely follow what the guy was doing as he redid the web pattern on the red fabric by hand and replaced the entire blue areas where there were tears.
“There we go all done...”
Peter jumped down watching the clerk, who's name was Wade, according to what he caught out from under the huge rant, hold up his fixed up suit for him, he had made the pants edge a bit higher as well so it stuck under his shirt more so he could have his pouch belt a bit higher up keeping it tucked away under his shirt completely.
“The changing room is in the corner if you could put it on to make sure it still fits right?”
“Yeah sure thank you...”
His suit felt better than new, he hadn't even noticed while watching that the clerk had lined the inside with softer fabric, it might even solve his chaffing issue, but he'd still use baby powder just to be sure. He made a mental note to buy the guy several chimichangas instead of the just one he had asked for.
He webbed his clothes he had been wearing up in the web-bag before going out of the stall watching at the eagerly awaiting Wade. Who looked pretty much starstruck when he left the booth, seriously this guy was like the teenage girls that drooled all over him.
“So I will bring you those chimichanga's tonight good?”
“Of course of course! I'll make you some spare suits as well when business is calm...”
He nodded gratefully at that, making a mental note to tell the other heroes about this guy, they might really enjoy this eccentric guy's work. After saying his goodbye and thanking the guy several times, allowing him to take a picture on his way out he found himself swinging the streets as something started falling in place.
“Wade... Wilson tailor... chimichangas...fanboy....”
He nearly fell in his shock, but he managed to regain himself as the pieces fitted together, the merc who he hadn't heard from in over two years, who no one had heard any activity from for over a year and a half, Deadpool was his tailor...