"You're not going to die, calm down. It will take way more than an arrow to take down the Amazing Spiderman." Wade laid his sword on the ground so it was in easy reach.

"Hey kid, look at me, don't look at your leg. Do you want me to tell you what we're gonna do, or do you want it to be a surprise? How's your healing factor, huh? Protect you from infections?"

He reached to his boot for a much smaller knife he had swiped from camp, just in case. "Doesn't look like enough blood to be serious, but we'll find out once we get that arrow out." Yeah, that sounded good and adult, he definitely wasn't freaking out about the injured spider-teen in front of him, or what Ironman was going to do to him, or any of those other horrible things.