~Deadpool's POV~
Angel was curled up against me, her black hair was in a messy bun. A few strands had fallen down, but Angel didn't notice.
She was a little pale, her forehead was warm.
"Wade, how do I put up with you," Angel sleepily says.
"Because ya love me," I say.
"No, it's also because you're my pain in the ass boyfriend and it's because I love ya," she mutters.
I massage her back, then I tentatively run my right hand over a couple of scars.
Angel mimicked a cat purring. She closed her eyes, both arms wrapping around my waist.
I continue massaging her back until light snores could be heard. I smiled at Angel's sleeping form.
"Wade, why'd ya pick me over the other girls fawning over you," Angel asks, half asleep.
"Because, Baby Doll, I only saw you. I didn't see the beauty I that I saw in you in them," I say.
Angel smiles, then she makes room for me to lie next to her. Once everything was rearranged Angel was on top of me, safe in my arms.
I heard Derek open Angel's door to check on her.
"How is she, Wade," Derek asks.
"Sick and exhausted," I reply.
Derek nods, then he shuts the door.
My little angel, my beautiful angel.
