Tony watched as the crazy mercenary seated across from him passed a box of pizza to the bloody teenager cradled in his arms, and then grabbed his own. He was perplexed that the teen would even allow this. "You want to pick a pizza, Snarky?" Deadpool, or Wade, asked. Tony flinched at the sound of his voice, but it was much lighter now than it had been earlier.

Tony wasn't very hungry, but he still stood up to grab a box of pizza, this one labeled 'pepperoni' before sitting back down on the couch. He was extremely aware that both the kid and the man had watched him closely as he moved, and Tony felt a bit like he was picking his way through a minefield with the tension in the room. Tony watched as Wade ducked his chin to his chest and pulled up his mask to eat a slice of pizza, hiding his chin from view behind the kids head.

Tony grabbed his own slice and ate it slowly. The grease sat heavy on his tongue, but he was slightly afraid that if he didn't eat with them, then Wade was going to make him leave, and the teenager still very clearly needed medical attention. Tony was still trying to figure out how to convince the clearly dangerous man when Wade pulled his mask down, and tipped his head back to whine like a petulant child.

"But I don't wanna!" Both the teen in Wades lap and Tony stared at the man. It was silent for another moment after Wade had spoken, and the man tipped his head to the side as though listening. "Fiiiine." he whined. He tipped his head back upright to look at Tony. "I know the kid needs medical attention."

Tony perked up at those words. Was the man relenting? Could Tony take the kid back to the Stark labs med center with him? Wade was speaking again before Tony could even figure out how to ask his questions.

"But if he goes, I go. And no one is allowed to touch him without me there." Tony nodded vigorously.

"Of course! So long as he gets looked at, then I'm happy." he said. Wade grumbled to himself, but Tony ignored him, standing up from the couch.

"Finish your pizza." Wade said to him before he could even finish straightening up. Tony glanced at the open box on the couch, full except for the single slice that he'd taken, then to the three empty boxes on the floor next to Wade and the kid. How they'd eaten so much so quickly, Tony had no idea, but he sat back down regardless, only grabbing a second slice when Wade continued to stare at him. Tony ate his second slice, then picked at the box absently as he waited for Wade and the kid to finish eating.

Tony wasn't too concerned with getting the kid medical attention right this second, seeing as he was awake, eating, drinking, and if Tony looked closely at the bandages wrapped haphazardly around the kids chest, the blood didn't appear to be spreading anymore. Wade clapped his hands loudly, and Tony jumped as he spun to look at them. There was a pile of boxes by their feet now, though the stack of pizzas in the wagon didn't really look like they'd put a dent in it at all. He wondered exactly how many a dozen pizza's of every type was.

"Ready to go?" Tony asked. He was aware that his tone was probably a tad too excited, given the flat glare that Wade levelled at him.

"Sure. Did you happen to bring a car with you, or do I need to call a cab?" Wade's question caused Tony to deflate slightly.

"Uh… I can call my driver?" Tony said, hesitantly.

"I'll call a cab. You gonna eat more pizza?" Tony shook his head.

"Oh, uh, no, I'm not really that hungry."

"Have more pizza, Stark." Wade's tone brooked no argument, and Tony grabbed yet another slice of pizza. He glanced at the kid as Wade pulled out a phone, and saw that he had fallen asleep, curled in towards Wade's chest, with his head on the mans shoulder. Tony had no idea how the kid could have managed to fall asleep on such a dangerous man. Wade hung up the phone and turned to face Tony just as he'd finished his third slice of pizza.

"You ever done the Cha Cha slide in your armor?" He asked. Tony stared at him, bewildered. "No? Well, that's no fun. I bet it would sound fucking atrocious. Sliiide to the left!" Wade paused, nodding his head. "Sliiiide to the right." another pause, followed by a giggle. "One hop this time!"

"What the fuck are you on about?" Tony asked, interrupting Wade's giggling.

"Oh! You were actually listening to me? Usually when I talk, people just ignore me. Like, on the way over here, I was telling Daredevil about the other universes that I've been to, and he didn't even say a thing in return until we got here. You know what's a fun word to say? Chimichanga's." Wade talked so fast that Tony felt a little bit like his head was spinning.

"What's a chimichanga?" Tony asked. Wade stuttered in the next word that he was saying, and stared for a brief moment.

"It's like a burrito, but deep fried. They're pretty good, but they're not my favourite. Common misconception, that. I just like the word. Chimichanga. Chimichanga. See it's fun to say!"

Tony nodded along as Wade spoke. Clearly this was the norm for the man, and the eerie silence earlier was not. It made Tony wonder just how much he'd pissed the man off that he'd gone silent. Well, clearly enough that Peter had fled without even making sure that Tony would follow.

"...But not really that episode, because it's a bit dull. Hey, you ever watch supernatural? Good show, good show. Starts getting repetitive sometime after the second apocalypse, but what can you do? Any show would get repetitive if it goes on long enough. Like Spongebob! That show is ancient and they're still airing new episodes! At least, I think they are, I haven't checked in a while, do you think they're still airing new episodes?"

"I don't watch cartoons." Tony answered, his head starting to hurt from the rapid fire speaking and lack of sleep. Wade gasped.

"You're still listening? I could have sworn you checked out at Chimichangas. Wow. I can't believe people say you're an asshole. I don't think anyone's actually tried to listen to everything I say since, like, ever. Not even Weasel listens when I start talking like this, and he's like, my best friend!" Tony felt a little bad for the masked man.

"Ah, well, you'll probably check out at some point. Hey, what's the most gruesome way you've ever killed someone? I'd tell you mine, first, but I can't actually decide which one is the most gruesome." all of Tony's sympathy went out the window, and he stared in shock at the man, abruptly reminded why he wanted to get the teen away from him. "... and then there was that time that I skinned a man and made him eat his own dick, but that one was within the job parameters, so I'm not sure it exactly counts. Or maybe it does? I'll have to ask Weasel, but, really, maybe the worst one was…"

Tony forced himself to tune the man out as he attempted to not throw up all over his shoes.