Peter Stark covered his eyes, wondering what he had done to deserve this. Actually, he knew exactly what he had done: he'd let one Wade Wilson, better known as Deadpool, follow him home and perch outside his window at the Tower. The merc was harder to shake than an elephant. Try and shake an elephant, if you don't believe it. Now his secret was out, if only to this one, surprisingly secretive confidant, and Peter was forced to deal with having his window broken on a weekly basis for everything from a plea for a midnight chimichanga trip to Wade just wanting to say HI (loudly) to 'No, Baby Boy, it's not my blood, well, mostly anyway, why do you ask?'. Tony kept changing around their security system, but so far nothing he seemed to do could keep Wade Wilson at bay. For the most part, Peter didn't really mind, because it was all generally harmless and Wade was in the habit of occasionally leaving little piles of money, and tootsie pops, for whatever reason, to pay for the things that he broke.
This, however, Peter had never expected. He should have, really, because it was Wade and one should always expect insanity around... the insane. Especially when that insane person claimed to be in love with you, and apparently felt that the best way to prove that was through song.
'I wrote it just for you, Baby Boy!' was what he had said, breaking Peter's window for the seventeenth time in three months. Now he was plucking away at the violin in his hands, making a mockery of what should have been a delicate, beautiful instrument, before his mask stretched over his opening mouth and Wade began to sing.
"Twinkle Twinkle Little Stark,
How I wonder how you fart
In your spandex suit so tight,
With your Spidey eyes so white,
Twinkle Twinkle Little Stark,
How I wonder how you fart."
There was a a long moment of silence, until Wade finally let out an excited, "SOOOOOOOOOOO?"
".... I hate you, Wade."