Team Obliteration : The Destruction Cube

Chapter 4

A/N: I realized that there's kind of too much fluff in this story, but I feel it's necessary to give some in depths on the characters.

Also, the action is gonna start very soon, don't worry. Sorry if it's been kinda boring before this.

Deadpool's P.O.V.

It was around 12 o'clock at night. Deadpool couldn't sleep.

"You're just thinking bout her, huh?" Bold said.

"Mm-hmm," Deadpool replied.

He had decided to just wait for her in the living room. And he would wait until she came home.

The lights were all turned off. He didn't need them to be switched on anyway.

He was thinking about her boyfriend. He'd love to kill him, or hurt him, or just get rid of him forever, but he knew that he would probably hurt her if he did that.

"Just kill him," Italics tried to reason with Deadpool.

"No way, you silly douche," Bold said on behalf of Deadpool. "He knows that that would hurt her."

"But he would be gone, that's good enough, right?" Italics said again.

"No."

"The both of you, just shut up, ok?" Deadpool said in annoyance.

Suddenly, Deadpool heard the jingling of keys outside the door.

"You wanna go greet her?"

"You should. Be a gentleman."

But Deadpool was glued to the sofa. He was afraid to get up, and he didn't know what to do if he did. She would definitely question him if she saw him.

The door swung open, and was slammed a while later. Deadpool slinked back into the shadows. "She's crying," said Italics. Indeed, she was sniffing, and Deadpool watched her as she threw her handbag onto one of the chairs in the dining room and sat roughly on another. She put her head in her hands. She still hadn't noticed him just sitting there.

"Go, do something..." hissed Bold. But Deadpool was too scared to do anything. Plus, he was curious about what she would do.

After a while, Jayla got up suddenly, and Deadpool got a glimpse of her face. Her hair was a mess. There was a red mark on her left cheek, and mascara was streaming from her eyes. Her fists were clenched, and her claws were out. Deadpool suddenly felt infuriated.

"The dickhead must've slapped her," he whispered to himself angrily. He didn't realize that Jayla had heard him. She turned around sharply.

"Wade?" she said, her voice choked. "Is that you?"

"Aww shit, you got caught."

Deadpool stayed quiet. But he knew that Jayla could see him. He sighed as he slowly got up from crouching down in his hiding spot.

"Uh... yeah," he said. "It's me-"

He was suddenly interrupted by Jayla slapping him, very hard. He looked at her in shock, and realized she was sobbing once again, her hands on her knees. She was breathing heavily. Deadpool immediately forgave her.

"Sorry, I..." Jayla said as she choked on tears. "I just needed to let out some anger." Deadpool felt sorry for her.

"It's ok," he said as he put a hand on her shoulder. They stayed like that for a while, and then Jayla was suddenly hugging him, her claws digging into his back. He raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Ow..." he muttered softly. Jayla immediately released him. "Sorry..." she said guiltily as she slid her claws back into her knuckles.

"Come," said Deadpool as he gently took her wrist and held her bag for her. "I'll take you to your room, okay?" She nodded and followed him upstairs. He placed her things beside her bed and was just about to close the door.

"Goodnight, okay?" said Deadpool. "See you tomorrow."

He closed the door and stood outside her room for a while.

"Deadpool?"

"Uh-huh?"

"Thank you for being there for me."

"No problem." He trudged off to his room.

"You did the right thing, bro," Italics said.

"Proud of you, man," Bold said.

Deadpool smiled as he tucked himself into bed.