Peter didn't react. Didn't move. Do not make a sound as his breathing slowly became shallow and spaced out after the injection. Wade stares silently in a terror that he had just made a huge mistake as he rounded on the shifter standing next to him.

"What did you do?" The mercenary growls in the beginning of a burning rage that he had unintentional hurt his Baby Boy by trusting the shifter who claimed to be all high and royal; with his special abilities and name of Stark.

"No. Wade his body, he's trying to accept it. He normally doesn't get it strait to his blood stream.  Look, he's not going pale and his temperature is stabilizing." The blonde says quickly as he turns Wade to look at the arachnid.

"Don't touch me."The mercenary snaps. The shorter quickly pulls away his hands.

[Disappointingly, I don't think we'll be able to intimidate this one ever with our height and snarl alone.]

(Well... our snarl is pretty terrifying. You never now.)

Wade ignores the two and Vaughn's most likely repulsed reaction at having to listen to the two further jabber about nothing important but most certainly disturbing things. It makes him almost want to apologize. Keyword, Almost. His large hand comes down to cup Peter's cheek that was still pale in contrast to the dark pink blanket he's wrapped snugly in.  Vaughn isn't wrong that Peter has warmed to the touch. Or at least isn't getting any cooler then he should be.

"How do you even know what's going on in his body? What his temperature is? It's not like his body keeps his metrics in a small part of his brain. Are you a mind reader or a cyborg?" The mercenary asks tensely. He in the moment didn't trust him for what could happen to Peter still. Before his feelings were mutual and rather bland. He would prefer that any thoughts towards the young man wouldn't have to change due to this event.

(Or his aliveness. His aliveness could change due to this event.)

"And what a shame. He's only been undead for what? not even six months yet?"

"Eight actually." Vaughn answers bluntly.

[Have we really been gone that long? I swear it hasn't]

"It is December. You disappeared in or around April slash May." Vaughn replies to the box.

Wade quickly turns on him once more. This time not because he's concerned about Peter's well being but his own. "Please.  Would you stop answering them? I have enough trouble with only me being able to hear them. I don't need you to reply to them like they are speaking out loud. I understand that to you, you think you're being helpful but you're not. I need to be able to tell what's real and what isn't. With you talking to them to, you're going to make me forget they aren't real. I can't afford that. I'm not the one who needs help anymore. My issues are now minor here because i'm trying to keep my soulmate alive. So. Would you please stop."

Vaughn visibly shrinks down and hunches his shoulders while also turning to look away from Wade. "I'm sorry. I just can't always tell who is who." The dragon mumbles.

[He lacks the confidence-

(And Spunk)

[Of Max. He's nothing like her. He probably couldn't defend himself against a large declawed cat.]

Wade feel's mildly guilty as he sees Vaughn's gaze flicker up to him after flinching from the words said by the two voices. Obviously he'd hit a sore spot but the younger had shattered some of his mental stability so he could force himself not to care quite easily.

"Well then maybe you should just keep to yourself and leave me and myself alone."

"I can't." The shifter mutters in a clear sign of submission to the older man.

"You can't or you won't try?" Wade counters harshly.

"I can't."

Wade falls quiet as he considers it. Maybe the guy really couldn't stop himself from hearing everything like how Peter couldnt seem to find anyway of drowning out the noises of everyone in the apartment building. Or at least how he used to. Maybe he was just forced to forever hear everyone continuous thoughts with no break and no understanding of peace or silence... Only the dead ever stop thinking. Even when one sleeps their mind explodes with activity.

"What did you mean that you can't tell who is who in my head?" Yellow desired to ask as he slipped through any filters the Merc has as to avoid having to ask the man to do it for him.

"You all sound the same in a manner. You're all the same voice."

"I can hear the difference. White is a tad in the higher manly vocal range... quite honestly sounds like a child more then anything manly while White isn't too far off of any normal voice. Maybe a bit nasally." as he mentally scorns the box for slipping through.

[I am not nasally] The box mutters immediately after the comment.

"But to be it's all some variant of your voice. You will know automatically but because you don't think 'that's so and so speaking to me.' I have no way of knowing. You as a person use the variant of tones and I can only rarely understand what is which." Vaughn tries to explain quietly as he sends a glance in Peter's direction as Wade remains to keep a hand on the arachnid as to give them a link as he doesn't directly watch his small Spider. "... His mind is crying for you. He wants you to talk to him and make the pain go away."

Debit is a gross word

But discombobulated is fun to say and so is Boop!