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Peter's head swivels at the introduction chimes of the song. A freakishly large grin splits his face as Wade slides up beside him, mysteriously procured hairbrush confiscated as a poor stand-in for a microphone. There's still (unidentified) hairs in the brush. No matter what song their subconsciousness decide to pick, the spell makes the entire song played in it's full musical glory. At least, they weren't forced to sing to nothing, Peter reasons. And of course, Wade would be the only one unabased enough to communicate anyways.
"She sees them walking in a straight line," Wade sings while pointing at the sky, hand sweeping down to point at Peter, "That's not really her style," he flairs, throwing his head complete with a hair toss, walking away with his hips swaying dramatically. The belts on his utility belt add to the affect.
The Avengers, stand there, too formal to sing in the wake of the singing curse that's gripped the whole crew. Wade frowns as he gestures at his mouth, "They all got the same heartbeat," he grinds out, "But hers is falling behind!" Tony looks affronted at the mention of heartbeats, but doesn't join in.
Wade turns on his foot, facing the assembled Avengers for the first time, face chin lifting with triumph, "Nothing in this world could ever bring them down," he sings, Thor raising his hammer in silent approval, "Yeah, they're invincible," Wade breaths, throwing his fingers over his shoulder to point to Spider-Man for the next lyric, "Yeah, she's just in the background," he sings lowly.
Taking a breath between verses, Wade twists again, almost like a demented balleria, eyes of his mask far too focused with creases on his forehead, "And she said! I wish I could be one of the cool kids," he blurts.
Peter's smile widens as Wade continues to dance closer even as the spell still forces him to sing,
"All of the cool kids,
They seem to fit in,"
Dramatically switching hands the stand-in "microphone" is in, Wade raises his opposing arm as he drapes it over Peter's shoulders and effortlessly sings, in a breathy voice with pauses caught on point to the orginal,
"I wish I could be like the cool kids,
Like the co-ol kids,"
Peter's eyebrows crawl further up his face, impressed by how much Wade is putting into hitting all the small details from the original singer. Not all the other Avenger's attempts to communicate had been so put together. Sure, they were on tune. But half gave up partway through. Not Wade. He commits.
Wade pulls him closer still and a blush crawls up Peter's cheeks as sings to him almost personally now,
"He sees them talking with a big smile," his eyes flickering to Tony and Thor, voice going low for the next lyrics, "But they haven't got a clue". Unwrapping himself for the next part of the performance, he stays close to Peter, poking a finger into his chest with, "Yeah, they're living the good life. Can't see what he is going through."
Meaningfully, Peter watches Wade's demeanor flip from serious back to carefree, "They're driving fast cars," he sings while pointing at Tony, who sneers, "But they don't know where they're going," he stresses out.
Then he's swinging back to the ladder and Peter watches Wade start to descend down the rungs. The song starts to fade with Wade's singing as he moves further away, and Peter throws a careful look over at the apparently spell-struck crew of Avengers.
The chorus of the song echos up from the hallway as he smiles at the group that got hit with a singing-only spell, "Uh. I guess myself and Mr. Cool Kids will go figure this out," he breathes in clear delight.
Guess he's not the only one with shit luck.