After the disks were edited with the simple, new faces and placed into small circular casings conducted to straps designed to hang like satchel straps on their body Ta'chala handed the devices to the pair.

"As far as payment I expect that they should be given back after you've sorted through and solved the problems you've taught upon yourself along with the loyalty of your service should I ever request it." The man says as he turns his back to them as he goes to push close a drawer that had been partially left open before they had entered the room.

"Yes Ta'chala. We can do that." Peter says before Wade could dare say something they could regret as he pressed close to the man in search of warmth as his maul nutritive body shivered lightly.

"Now you will been seen out for the idea I can't keep you here nor house whom I'm sure are S.H.I.E.L.D. Fugitives. I'd rather not me involved but you are a good man. You deserve a second chance."

"I'm afraid I'm far past second chances." Peter says quietly as he looks down at the device in his shaking hands.

"Not in my eyes."

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Peter blinks at Wade after the pair turned on their disks for the first time. He was purely surprised with what Wade had created.

"It... it looks like you." Peter says as he came closer. They have only just entered the US once more, having used their real passports just to be able to get back into their home country. Sure it could draw S.H.I.E.L.D. To the place within minutes surely but... that didn't really mater anymore.

"I know." Wade answers as his eyes look away.

"You kept you're eyes." The arachnid whispers weakly as he reaches towards Wade's cheek.

In a simple matter of days he had rapidly declined in health. He didn't know why it was so bad. He wasn't sickly before. Just cold. He was always cold and hungry not... not dying.

"Is this what you used to look like?" Peter asks as he looks over the dirty blonde hair and smooth skin.

Wade seems to shy away an aura of distress and pride seeming to flood from him all at once. "Yes... if you like it better, maybe I should just keep this even after-"

"No Wade." Peter says quickly as he holds Wade's face to look him in his new light blue eyes. Peter glances around to check for any cameras or people before clicking off their image inducers so Wade could look at his true eyes. "No Wade, I want you. I want your dorky, fun, talkative, clumsy-

"I'm not clumsy." Wade interrupts while trying to give him a convincing look. It only took Peter a raised eyebrow to convince the Merc otherwise before continuing on.

"I want your scars and that big lovable, cuddly man that you are. Wade I only want you as what you are. Being want this small piece of metal." Peter says tapping the disk strapped around Wade. "I want this." Peter says as he places a hand over Wade's steady, strong beating heart.

Wade looks down at Peter, his blush anything but unnoticeable. Peter stood on his toes to kiss Wade before regretting it as his legs momentarily gave out under him. He clung to Wade quickly, making the larger, two hundred pound man almost over balance before Peter was quickly supported.

"I love you too Peter. But all I want right now is for you to be strong again. To be Healthy and lively again." Wade says, his gaze having quickly turned sad and the sense of being cornered with no way of helping Peter because the young Hero wouldn't let him in the ink way he knew how.

"I know... I'm sorry." Peter says as he's lifted. "I can walk. You don't have to carry me."

"I don't care. I'll carry your ass around every where I go for the rest of time purely if will if I have to." Wade smiled as softly down at his Baby Boy.

Peter clicks on their devices as Wade starts to walk out of the corner of the world they had been hiding in for that moment. He sun was beating heavily down on them in the humid, summer atmosphere of the tropical region of Florida. It was where they had managed to get a small private plane to fly them where they needed. Just as they came out to the open Peter could swear he could see a small group of agents split up as they went towards the airport entrance, Surely to try and cut the off.

"We better go. Before they catch on to what we've done." Peter whispers as Wade walks away from their not quite enemy but truly an opponent.

"After this long you'd think we'd have heard or seen something from Max."

"Im sure they either have her or she's just staying out of sight like we are." Peter says as he ignores looks he's getting for being carried.

"Maybe."'