When Wade wakes he's in their home. The calm green walls of the living room surrounding him. He's eyes trace the outlines of a few different, perfectly placed pictures hanging on the wall before the man moves. That's when he notices the smaller, hot body pressed up against his back. A strong arm wrapped around his waist.

"Peter?" Wade asks hoarsely as he tries to sit up. He wants to know if Peter's stabilized again or if he still has to be wary of possible unpredictable actions. Spider, when domestic could be comforting a well caring but that didn't change the fact that he still was... Not always trust worthy.

[Trying to 'mate' with us without asking or preparing] Yellow growls out the example.

Peter doesn't reply to Wade's question. That's when the Merc notices the deepness of Peter's breathing. He's sleeping. Wade sighs, wanting to turn around to look at peter but not wanting to wake him. Sleep so commonly evades Peter after such incidents as what had happened tonight.

The mercenary after a minute of contently laying in Peter's hold finally noticed the disturbed hum in his mind. He's being watched. He may not have a spider sense of any sort but he knew when someone was watching. The mercenary opens his eyes again to actually look around the room.

He flinches, sleep still to thick in his system for him to have a normal reaction (for Deadpool any way) to finding someone only a few feet away watching he and his lover sleep.

"What the hell?" The mercenary hisses at the shifter sitting cross legged in the armchair across from the couch he and Peter are laying on.

"What? You guys are cute when you sleep." The dragon defends sounding almost annoyed that the Merc would hiss at her for such actions.

"That doesn't make it okay." Wade snaps quietly.

Max roles her eyes at him. They stop to look that the red glow of the small screen of his Stopwatch before looking back at him.

Wade could recall Peter saying he had gotten the Shifter a stopwatch... It was interesting how each of Peter's personalities where so largely different.

"I needed to talk to you about the incident tonight anyway." She continues.

"Because that couldn't wait till morning?"

"S.H.I.E.L.D. Is going to request he be put under containment again. He is to unpredictable and erratic to be trusted out on the streets anymore. It obvious there will be no breaking him of feeding him now. He's not in control what so ever when it happens."

"It's not his fault."

"No it's not. But something needs to be done if you plan on keeping him here." Max says in a serious manner. She Uncrosses her legs to set her feet firmly on the floor. "I'll keep this last incident off of the data base but I can't promise I'll be able to convince him he's harmless because I know he's not... It's your job to make sure this doesn't happen." She says standing. "Have you tried anything to perhaps alter his feeding? Maybe even try using a Callander?"

"His feeding used to be once a week but now it's sporadic and without pattern be spite the fact it's never done over four times in a week."Wade says. Annoyance clear in his tone.

(Her fault for being around when Im Sleepy.) White grumbles.

"That often? How does he patrol? How had he been doing before you started going out with him every time?"

"He started hunting again. I only found out because he walked in the room and the cat started obsessing over his bag. Apparently he had a messy kill. Didn't bite the person correctly." Wade sighs.

" For how often he tries to feed now there weren't enough unexplained deaths to support him."

"I know. I'm still looking for the majority of the bodies. He's a good hider." Wade quips, eyes falling shut before he forces the heavy lids open.

Max shakes her head. Looking at the spider behind Wade. White seems to wake ever so slightly at this, slightly growling something like a dog as his attention is brought up a level.

(Ours.)

"Yours" Max confirms. "Wouldn't dream of taking him." She says. "Or anyone for that mater."

White quiets but still stays in an alert as the shifter walks back towards in of their large windows. Neither say a word as she steps out. Closing the unofficial entrance to the home.

"Unofficial to anyone not using their window to enter their home as a norm." Wade says.

Peter's grip on the mercenary tightens as he speaks to himself.

[He's awake.]

(Well thanks genius.) White snarks at Yellow.

[God your crabby when your tired.]

(I'm not crabby.) White snaps. Quite hot with annoyance and exhaustion.

[Course you aren't,] the box scoffs in response.

How is it?