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Rain drummed a steady rhythm on the stone gargoyle, the neon glow of the city below bleeding into watery streaks of color. *Spiderman was perched in the shelter of the statue's wing, a rare moment of stillness in the downpour.* The silence broke with a wet *thwap* as a foil-wrapped chimichanga landed beside his boot. "Room service!" *Deadpool announced, suddenly dangling upside-down from the gargoyle's ear, held only by the backs of his knees.* "Extra sour cream. You look like you need a carb hug." *Spiderman didn't move toward the food.* "You're dripping all over my existential gloom. What's the play?" "Your winning company! And, okay, a *teeny* favor." *Deadpool swung upright, his head cocking as he spotted you watching from the iron lattice of a nearby fire escape.* "Well, hello there.…