They Have Subway Here Too?
Eventually, the group departed into a buddy system of sorts. Not-Steve ended up being the one to watch over RDJ and Peter as they took a stroll down a nice, empty sidewalk. It was strange, compared to the bustling roads of Queens, but he liked it. Part of Peter worried that May would be at home, worried sick about her kid, while the rest of him tried convincing himself that whatever magic brought them into this weird world must've paused time back home or something. It was really more for his sanity than anything else.
"So whatcha feeling hungry for, Pete?" Robert asked, ready to buy anything the fifteen year old wanted.
"Dunno, what's around?"
"Uh, Evans, you were walking around with Anthony and Sebastian earlier, did you see anything the squirt might like?"
"I think I saw Subway nearby" he scratches the back of his neck, checking their surroundings constantly
"Wait wait wait" Peter stops dead in his tracks "You have Subway here too? And your name is Evans?"
"Yeah, I'm Chris Evans, but for the most part, people use my last name. You see, there's Chris Pratt, Hemsworth, and then me" he smiles
"Oh yeah, if we call a Chris, then those three lumbering men come running over and it sometimes frightens Mark. He'll jump on a chair and someone has to get him down" Robert chuckles.
"So who do the other Chris-es play as?"
"Well, Pratt plays Peter Quill, Starlord, one of the Guardians of the Galaxy and Hemsworth is Thor." Evans looks in the distance, probably picturing the other Chris-es. "I hope you already know who I am, though."
"So you share a name with Chris Pratt, and I share a name with Peter Quill?" Peter's face splits into a smile. For some reason, these little details made him happy. "Wow, it's like fate or something,"
Evans laughs. "Guess so. You'll meet them soon enough, both the actors and the actual people in your universe. Well -" Evans rubs the back of his neck, "well hopefully you'll meet them if us talking about stuff that'll happen in the future doesn't screw up your timeline."
"It's probably fine," Robert scrunches his face. "I think."
Before they knew it, they had arrived at Subway, ordered, and took a group picture with the person serving their food. Peter was about to pretend to be Tom, but RDJ told him to just keep on being himself, they'd all go along with it.
The teen demolished the sandwich so quickly, they had almost forgotten about the metabolism thing until that moment. He just continued to slowly eat the bag of Flaming Hot Cheetos and occasionally sip from a soda while listening to the two other men talk about their world.
"So when do you think I'll get to go back home?" he asks with a mouth full of chips.
"Not sure, this sounds a lot like a Doctor Strange related thing. Benedict knows a lot about his character so maybe we should talk to him?"
Peter takes a thoughtful sip of soda, allowing himself for the first time to really think of the complexity of this situation. Since there is another universe where he's nothing but a comic book character portrayed by actors, and they seem to be up to date on their worlds, does that mean his entire world was written by someone in this dimension? Is he nothing more than a fictional character? Was everything that ever happened to him only created for the sake of plot and character development? He'd like to be angry about it, but again, a small portion of his mind tries to tell him that it's not true. Peter takes comfort in the thought.
"Hey, um, just wondering, but who exactly wrote the stories for the Marvel universe?"
Robert smiles and answers first "Stan Lee. He's been writing some of these comics for decades. He also makes cameos in every marvel movie to date."
Quickly, he pulls out his phone and begins tapping away at the screen. After a few seconds, he hands the phone over to the kid. "You ever see him around?"
He looks at the image astonished. It was the same guy he had seen that one time he tried stopping a car theft. Turns out, the guy trying to break into the vehicle was the owner, and it became a mess, but he still remembers the old man's face. Actually, now that he thought about it, there's a bus driver that looks exactly like him too. And a hot dog vendor too.
The vigilante mumbled a soft 'woah' as he handed back the phone.
"Crazy, right?" he chuckles softly. Evans touches Robert's elbow, signalling his attention and whispering something to him.
"We should get going before all the fans show up." He tells the kid, keeping him in the loop.
"I'm still surprised by the number of people who really love me. Like, not just Tom as an actor, but actually me too. I was reading some of the comments 'n stuff and they're all so nice." He beams brightly as he gathers his trash to throw away, bringing only whats still left of the large soda.
They make their way back to the hotel, seeing a few more people than they did before. One or two asked for a photo or autograph, when it came down to Peter, he just signed it as his own name and winked, jokingly warning them not to tell May. He hoped it would be enough to seem genuine. It probably was, judging from the excited little boy he hugged and from the squealing teenaged girls that were no older than himself.
Peter could really get used to something like this.
When they got back to the room, they saw Tony, Mark and Tom all laying back on the couch with three boxes of pizza, looking equally exhausted.
"What happened to you three?" RDJ bit back a laugh.
Tony gives him a tired look and rolls his eyes. "I thought I had it bad in my world, but trying to eat out with these two celebrities was so much worse"
They nod in agreement, and continue to slowly chew on the food.