The good news is that Peter is so focused on the arrow now in this leg that he's completely forgotten about being so grossed out. The bad news, at least for Peter is that is really fucking hurts. Holy shit. Why did they have to shoot him while he was clearly unwell? Those dicks!

He's set down in a cave flops on to the ground carefully not to jostle the arrow in his leg anymore than he has too as Deadpool woks on taking out anything that might have followed. He takes a deep and looks at the arrow. Uh... how was he supposed to get it out?

Does he break the shaft? He knows that's what they do in books and movies and stuff, why not give it a try? He bites his lip and snaps the shaft.

"Oh man. Oh god. Bad idea. Holy shit. There's an arrow in my leg. Oh my god. I'm gonna die." He mutters to himself, trying not to think about the arrow and how bad it hurts. Fuck does it hurt.

"N-No yeah..." He looks up, probably looking a little pale and sweaty. "Just... not feeling.. awesome, you know?"