"Speak for yourself, Spider-kid. Disney don't got me yet. That's why I get to say 'fuck'." Wade said cheerfully. "Pull a bit tighter." He instructed, eventually getting the wrapping tied off. He sat back a bit, sighing.

"You'll be fine, probably, let me know if you go numb or anything and don't panic. As far as wounds go, this one's pretty chill. Didn't get anything major and you aren't dead yet, which is the important thing, right?"