~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Wade ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

[He's dying.] Yellow whispers.

(No he's not! He can't die! You're going to jinx him.)

[But he is.... look at him.] Yellow says quietly as they watch the arachnid sleep next to him.

(He said he wouldn't leave us.)

[Did he?]

(No he can't! I won't let him.) White cries in distress.

"Peter." Wade says quietly as he gently nudges his soulmate. He's silent when Peter doesn't respond to his soft of touches. "Peter." He says again as he sits up next to the normally light sleeper in the squeaky bed they had managed to get thanks to and old friend in DC that owed the Mercenary for saving his ass from being killed by a group he stole money from. Granted it was already illegal blood money that gave Wade justice to kill the original 'owners'.

Peter doesn't despond again causing the Mercenary to jerk more fully into a sitting position to look at his pale partner. "Peter." He says more sternly as he light shakes his Baby Boy's shoulder.

(Yellow! What did you do!?) White screeches.

[Wade get him up!]

The anti-hero pulls Peter up into a sitting position, relieved by the warmth still coming from Peter's body though not as strongly warm as it should be. His body always felt like ha has a fever despite having ice cold hands and feet.

Peter slouches in Wade's hold, still not waking or making any signs of consciousness as Wade adjusts him.

"Peter please you have to wake up. Peter." The Mercenary says as he starts to check Peter's body for injury or a-

[We're looking for a heart beat. We're not looking for an injury we know won't be there.]

"God Peter. Why?" He asks the silent hero as he looks at the apparent and early starts of starvation in the young man. Of course they weren't eating as well as they could because of their temporary homeless state but not enough to be this bad of shape. They weren't bums, they where just very good- okay it was Only Wade who was the one who stole the food but that's besides the point because he always got enough to keep the high metabolism of his little spider to function with little hunger pains because he knew Peter wouldn't dare steal a sucker from his own child's Halloween candy if it was his own. Back to the point here, Wade kept them stable, always found a way to cash a favor or IOUs to get them what they needed. They only slept outside under the stars a handful of times compared to every night.

'Or threaten someone with their life to give me what I wanted."

(Yellow you killed him! You killed him!)

[I was just saying he looked shitty White! I had nothing to do with this!]

"Would you two please just shit up!" Wade snaps loudly as he roles out of the bed before pulling on on his shoes and a hoodie. He grapples with Peter's sweatshirt before pulling Peter into the clothing and wrapping him in the tie blanket that was on the bed before picking up his Baby boy.

"Yellow what do I do?" He asks in panic , his heart beating too quickly as adrenaline and fear course through him as He looks around. He truly didn't know. Know that he had Peter ready to go, bundled to try and protect him from the cool fall night as his body temperature dropped he wasn't sure were he was supposed to go.

(Hospital!)

[No, not this time. Not if we don't ever want him to forgive us for giving away his identity.]

"Yellow please."

[I don't know! I'm only you! What do you expect from me? I'm not a miracle  worker!]

A high pitches, pained whine designated within Peter's throat as he remained completely motionless though stuff with tension with a change in facial expression to reveal a look of torturous pain Wade had once grown used to seeing before the arachnids body went completely limp again and unresponsive.

[We need a doctor. There's clearly something wrong.]

(Well no shit.)

"Where? I can't go to the hospital."

[Theres a S.H.I.E.L.D. Head quarters in Washington....]

Wade shifts at the suggestion, almost casting it away at the agency's name.... but what else did he have? What other options could he consider? Either way Peter would rather hate him or he would hate himself by not doing anything. Not giving Peter a chance.

(We need Stark! We need a way out! This isn't working, I don't want this anymore.)

[We made out choices.
There's nothing to stop that now. We made our mistakes, we didn't catch the signs and we let Peter hurt himself. Now there's no going back, all we can hope is that we can make the best decision here and now.]

"I may be no Tony Stark... but I do share the name." Someone says from behind the Mercenary near the window.