(Requested by forgxtten_memories)

You're at home after a long day of work, practically asleep on your couch. The television is blaring some game show but you're not really watching. Suddenly, a frantic pounding on your door snaps you out of your comatose state. You jump up and look through the peep hole.

Wade Wilson, dressed in his full Deadpool garb, is outside your door knocking a beat and rapping.

"Please let me in
I can't feel my face
I like your door
you have a nice place
If you don't open up
I'll let myself in
Hope your not naked
Or I might..."

Before he finished, you open the door.

"Hey Wilson." You say as you roll your eyes.

"Hey!" He quickly glances over your completely clothed body and sighs in disappointment.

You whack the back of his head as he walks in the house.

"Ow," he groans.

"So what do you want, Wade?" You ask.

"Well, I just wondered if you could do me a favor. If ya know what I mean," he says. You can tell he was wiggling his eyebrows from under his mask.

"Wilson, I will kick you in the crotch so hard..." You rub the bridge of your nose.

"Fine fine fine, I kinda need some help." He mumbles.

"What with?"

"Well, my healing factor isn't working and the author isnt exactly sure why, but there it is." He says.

"And?"

"Well, my face..." He says as he hangs his head down.

"Wilson, I don't care what your face looks like. I already put up with the 'art' that it already is." You say, "Looks don't matter to me, I like you for your personality."

"Okay." He says as he pulls off the mask.

His usual nasty-looking face is even worse. The skin is peeling back in a few places and muscle tissue can be seen in multiple places. You cover your mouth and gasp in shock.

"Ta-da," he says.

"How the hell did that happen?" You say with wide eyes.

"Well, let's just say being ran over multiple times with sandpaper covered wheels is NOT a gentle exfoliater."

You snap out of your staring and go grab a first aid kit. You come back to find Wade sprawled on your couch.

"Hey," he smirks as you walk in, "what's up cutie?"

You roll your eyes again and sit near his head.

"You know, you missed my face," he says.

You pull out a small container of rubbing alcohol and open it. You empty the contents into one of Wade's wounds and he winces in pain.

"I'm pretty sure Im aware of where your face is." You say in retaliation.

"Yeah, glad to know," he says through gritted teeth.

"You know what, I think I love you." You say as you grab a bandage.

"Huh, I think I love you too," he muses, "wanna make out?"

"Wade, your face probably should heal first. I don't want blood in my mouth." You say as you begin stitching his face back together.

"Good point." He says, "what about after it heals?"

"Yes, after it heals." You roll your eyes.