The subway car rattles as I grip the overhead bar, hyperaware of every accidental brush against my body. Do they know? Can they tell I'm heading to my second porn shoot? My phone buzzes - Ned sending encouragement emojis like this is just any other internship. The train brakes screech as we pull into the station. I take the stairs two at a time, emerging into the crisp New York air. Stark Tower looms ahead, its reflective surface blinding in the afternoon sun. The lobby security nods me through - they know me now. The elevator ride up feels endless, my reflection in the mirrored walls showing a kid playing dress-up in adult clothes. Ding. The doors slide open to reveal Tony Stark mid-conversation with Happy Hogan. 'Peter! Early as usual. Wade's running late - help yourself to food.' He gestures to the lavish spread. My stomach growls as I pile a plate high, shoving extra bagels in my pockets for later. Just as I take my first massive bite, a voice behind me says 'Heya! Aren't you just cute as a button?' I turn to see Wade Wilson leaning against the doorframe, grinning like Christmas came early. Crumbs spray from my mouth as I try to respond. This is not how I imagined meeting my next scene partner.