(They aren't here.)

[Well gee. Thank you Sherlock. What would we possibly do without you.] Yellow snarks.

(I dunno)

"Would you both shut up?" Wade snaps as he look around the dark room.

[How about I don't and advise you look at the phone sitting on the table over there.] The box replies in his little pill tone that was quite apparent to be his normal get-go for the next while. Such a teenager I tell you. [Just Because it's a description on the side doesn't mean i'm not completely aware of it.]

Wade walks over to the small device. He tries to open it but is disappointed to see that it has a lock. The notifications of missed phone calls from both him and Peter are on the lock screen.

(Holy boring. She doesn't even have a personalized background.)

[As far as we are aware she doesn't do anything but work. She probably like us doesn't have friends or anything in her photos.]

(She has to have some sort of fandom or maybe pictures of kittens on here. Who gets a phone and doesn't personalize it?)

[Um assassins trying to stay under cover.]

(Try and unlock it.)

Wade gives the device an uncertain look before typing in a few random numbers only to get an expected buzz of denial from the phone.

(Try again)

[Might as well put in our own lock. It's not like we're going to-]

Wade types in four zeros and perks when the screen slides away to show an opened application.

[Oh....]

(Beat that Fate! Ahaha! ON the second time!)

[Not that being in here is going to help us find Peter by any means.]

"Actually." Wade says. "This was taken under an hour ago. A while after we saw them storming our place." Wade says before tapping on one of the like six pictures on the phone.

(OH EM GEE)

Wade couldn't help himself but to squeal despite the urgent need to find his Baby. Peter looked adorable.

(Delectable)

[Big Word for such little brain.]

"Who knew Baby Boy knew how to use those powders and potions."

(He's using the bronzed, plumb burgundy. Oh and the eye shadow goes perfect. Who knew he had such skills with colors? We should get him his own Hourglass products.)

[Well he is a successful photographer. We've seen his work]

Something soft and squishy bumps up against Wade's leg causing him to look down and smile at the sight of his other baby. "Oh there you are. I was worried about you too sweetheart." The Mercenary coos as he picks up his cat. Just as he does so the door behind him opens. The dangerous man turns around, very terrifyingly glaring at he possible danger while holding his fluff ball.

"Okay I guess I shouldn't ask why you're in my house." Max says in a monotone as he stops to flick the light on before walking in, followed by Peterette and a little person to which he had never seen before.

"Please tell me you didn't steal a kid." Wade says looking at the small brown haired child who in turn stares up at him with large, almost startling bright green eyes. 

(Startling in the disturbing way guys.)

"No I didn't," Max says clearly offended by that idea.

"Is he yours?" Wade asks as he looks at Peter, his brain unsure how to react. Having three wonderful options that could use his attention including is kitty, his Baby Boy, or the little child in the room now standing behind Max's long legs. 

"For now." Max says,  a gentle hand resting in the child's hair as a reassurance when she moved slightly to reveal him.

"I meant as in did he come from your womb." Wade says not looking over as he fusses over an objective an absolutely embraced Peter Parker Wilson. Pontufe fluidly switches over to her shorter father's shoulders before laying limply like a rag doll around the arachnids neck.

"No." Max answers now clearly disturbed by the questions as they edge onto  personally bothersome and sad topics related to her possibility of having a soulmate.

"Hva er dat?" The child asks looking up at Peter's shoulders.

"En katt." Max answers. "ønsker du Ot klappe dat?"

Wade looks over. Used to the speak of a norwegian he could pick up the meaning of the last three words thanks to his childhood in southern Manitoba. "You want to pet her?" He asks pausing in his fusing to look at the innocent child.

(I miss kids...) White says sadly in once again another reminder of their largest, worst mistake.

The little brunette nods, getting the jist of what Wade was saying. "Sorry sweetheart." Wade says turning back to Peter.

"Sweetheart?" Peter questions, not having been called that one before.

"Not you." Wade clarifies as he takes their limp cat off of Peter.

"I see how it is." Peter says in a begrudged, yet joking manner as he watches Wade kneel down to the child's height with the purring cat. Max urges the boy forward with a hand as she looked up at Peter, giving him a look that he knew meant a long discussion would be coming up in the near future after she put the child to bed. He recalled her distaste on how she wasn't given enough time to prepare for a new additional room mate to her small apartment though she didn't complain about the cute child himself as she  urged the child to choose blankets after making a quick stop at a walmart.

Peter glances at the Spider-Man blanket he had totally influenced the boy to get hoping to feel the same rush of success before when the child willingly chose it after a look at the other options only to feel dread for the near future.

Max is feeling snarky but I'm not sure how to let her express it right now.