“Happy Valentine’s Day snookums!”

Wade yelled out, crawling inside of your apartment at the window, landing down. He had something bloody in his hand…it was..his heart. He handed it to you with a smile under his unusually pink mask. Even if it was just one day after Valentine’s Day. He’s able to make time for you, with a bleeding chest that had a gigantic hole in it, he was unfazed for some reason— cause of his so called healing factor, he reassures you that he’s fine, but you can’t help but worry.

“Take my heart!”

Wade budged, nudging his still beating heart to your hands, with a wide smile. Waiting for you to take it, patiently as the wound regenerated at his chest.