[ The adrenaline rush of a good fight was unlike anything else Wade had ever experienced. There was a reason that he became a mercenary even after getting booted from the military, and it wasn't just his flawless skill when it came to kicking ass. Helped that he liked getting to do the right thing. It was just that what he believed to be the right thing was a little different than the average guy. An opportunity to put lead between the eyes of an actual monster? He'd do it in a heartbeat. Some evil couldn't be reformed.

But this wasn't that. This was just the two of them rounding up some dumb assholes that tried to rob a bank. So Wade put some hurt on them but left them alive and mostly not bleeding. Not heavily bleeding, anyway.

His bones were breakable, though he was fairly certain a kick alone wouldn't crush his skull. Still rattled his cancer riddled brain around like a pebble in a plastic egg. Not the best feeling, but it wasn't like had to worry about consecutive concussions giving him CTE.

His eyes turned to watch Peter's acrobatics and there's a very approving nod that rattled his brain a little further. Even gave him a double thumbs up. ]

Very nice. You're doing amazing, Sweetie.

[ Did he mean Peter's moves or the way his ass moved in that spandex? Because Wade was certainly helping himself to a look. There was nothing wrong with admiring beauty in all of its forms and a suit like that didn't leave a lot to the imagination. Yes, he was a pervert. Hardly a revelation.

Sure, Peter had it. Wade wasn't smart but he wasn't dumb enough to miss how less injured the younger man ended up when they teamed up. Wasn't gonna call him out on it though. ]

Yes, you're a very brave boy and we're all very proud of you. I think you're bleeding through your spandex, by the way.