"You know what they say about assumptions..." Peter rolled his eyes and dodged a line of bullets, his eyes narrow in on the one that lands on Deadpool's chest, way too close to his heart for Peter's continued comfort. "We can go in 60/40 if you finish this up without getting yourself killed."

Seriously, Peter is five seconds from yeeting the dumb bastard out the poorly disguised window. It might even make Peter feel a little better. He's gotta be in shock still. It's the only explanation he's got for how unwound he's feeling.

"Or killing anyone else."

Because priorities. Amirite? Peter kicks one of the gunmen in the back of the head and grabs Wade by the back of his suit to bodily haul him out the door he'd busted through moments before.