"Do you know what today is?" Wade asked as he settled in next to Peter on the rooftop, a bag of food in one hand.
"Uh, Taco Tuesday?"
"No. Well, I mean, I suppose, but what date it is?"
"Maaarch fourteenth?"
"Ding! Ding! Ding! We have a winner!" Wade cheered.
Peter quirked an eyebrow, "And what's so special about March 14?"
Wade scoffed, "Well first of all, it's pi day. As in 3.14. So in honor, I brought pies!" He reached into the bag and pulled out the food, "Empanadas! Aka hand pies. And also, fruit hand pies! For dessert."
Peter chuckled and rolled his eyes.
"But that's not all. In Japan, today is Howaitode, or White Day. See, on February 14 for Valentine's, boys give girls that they like, chocolates. Then a month later, the girls return the favor and give chocolates to the boys they like. Soooo," he reached into his bag and pulled out a Snickers candy bar that read 'Satisfies' on the wrapper. He winked and handed it to Peter, "For you, my love."
Peter took the candy bar and rolled his eyes.
"Also, also, it was Einstein's birthday. And I'm sure he's like a personal hero of yours. Being all brainy and stuff," Peter gave him an unamused look, "No gifts for that though. Just thought you'd want to know."
Peter bit into one of the empanadas.
"And last, but definitely not least, it is the author's birthday!"
Peter sighed, "Wade. We've been over this. We're not in some comic."
"No! I know! This time we're in a fanfiction, and the author thought this would be cute."
"Right. Fanfiction," he took another bite, "Isn't it a bit cringey for him to be writing his own birthday story?"
"Her birthday story," Wade corrected.
"I thought last time you said it was a guy."
"Well, that's when it was a comic. Most comics tend to be written by guys. Though not all of them, mind you. And most fanfics by women. But again, not all of them. I think it has something to do with guys being more visual and women using more words than men or something. I don't know," Wade waved his hand around.
"So is there some point to this?" Peter asked.
"Not really. She just likes being acknowledged on her birthday. I mean, who doesn't?
"Uh, huh. Well, I guess 'Happy birthday' to the mysterious writer in the sky," he finished his empanada and reached for a second one.
"She says 'thank you.' And also that I better grab an empanada before you scarf them all down."
The two spent the next half hour finishing off their food and chatting about their days. Once they were finished, they hopped up, ready for patrol. Spidey left first, leaping from the roof and casting a web onto a nearby building and swinging away. Wade made to follow, but stopped briefly. He turned, and looking at nothing in particular, shouted, "Happy birthday!" before running and leaping to the next building over.