#swiftdoesaright

 Deadpool had barely registered the girl sleeping beside him, her body inches away from his. Had she not moved to brush the dust off the side of her face he wouldn’t have noticed her. Wade pulled the blanket over her ear, trying his hardest not to wake her up.

  It had been almost a year since the Merc had saved six year old Finn from her abusive father. The google wearing child had broke in and had never left, not that Deadpool would have wanted her too anyway. Looking past her obsession with knives, stabbing things, and zoo animals, He’d begun to fall in love with the child; even if she did have a crazy cat.

  As the suited man stared at her from his side of the bed he smiled under his mask. While he objected to her being in his bed, Wade liked it when Finn was asleep; She couldn’t stab him, she wasn’t likely to kill him, and she didn’t hog the blankets. As another flurry of plaster came down Finn opened her eyes slowly and fought back a yawn.

“Neighbors?” Deadpool lifted his arm so she could get closer.  The Merc with the Mouth waited as she scooted against him. He thought about removing his mask but decided against it,  he had a job first thing in the morning and wouldn’t have the time to figure out where the cat had hidden it.

“They’re so loud….” Finn whimpered, rubbing her eye. Another puff of plaster fell from the ceiling, this time landing in her red hair. She shook her head sending pieces in different directions. The child wrapped her arms around the others chest. “And the sky keeps falling…”

“Then let’s be louder.” Deadpool grabbed the revolver on his nightstand. “Cover your ears, kid.” He waited for her to do so before aiming the gun at the ceiling, and firing two bullets. The apartment fell silent as the duo looked up at the newly formed hole.  

  "Did you just….“ Finn started as she put her hands down. Sure she had wanted them to quiet down, but she didn’t want them dead! ‘Would they be charged for murder? Would they go to prison with Will? Would Bandanna go to Cat Jail? ’  Her green eyes began to water as she feared the worse.

"Probably.” He put the revolver back on the nightstand before glancing back at the child, who was staring at him with a shocked expression on her face. “ I don’t have X-ray vision Finn, I can’t see through floors!”

The sounds of screams and a door slamming above them calmed Finn’s nerves. She snuggled back under the blankets, grinning at her guardian. Though Deadpool lacked in hygiene, was extremely dangerous, and confused her to no end; he made life more fun.

“Hey, Dad?” Finn asked after a few silent moments.

“Yeah Finn?” Deadpool turned his head to face her. He had a feeling he knew what she was going to say, 3 little words he loved to hear. Whether it was the actual 3 words or some variation he enjoyed hearing her say it, it made him feel special.

“I’m sorry for the knife.”

“I love you t-! The knife?” He looked at her confused, what was she talking about? Why was she apologizing for a knife? Deadpool suddenly became aware of a sharp pain in his chest. Looking down he realized there was a knife penetrating through his suit covered chest. Blood seeped through the wound and onto his bed. Pushing her away he screamed, “OH MY- FINN!”

Wade pulled the knife out. It was a jagged 4 inch blade, Finns favorite kind, and coated in a warm layer of his blood. She, for whatever reason, had stabbed him while he was asleep and chose to remain in the bed with him.  Deadpool let out a long chain of curses and profane expressions as the stab healed itself. When it was healed he looked up and saw Finn still lying there, a neutral expression on her face.

“Finn.” He locked eyes with her.

“Yes?”

“Get the Fuck out my bed.”

“A'ight.” Finn got off the bed and walked to the door. “Dad.”

“The Hell do you want?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too kid, but you’re still kicked off the bed.”

“I take it back then.” Finn walked out the room, allowing the cat entry when she opened the door.

“YOU STABBED ME IN THE CHEST AND EXPECT ME TO LET YOU STAY IN HERE?” Deadpool watched as the cat jumped on his bed, taking its normal spot on the pillow beside him.

“Goodnight~” Finns door closed as she walked in her room.

Deadpool listened as she got back into her own bed. Then with a smile, he set the knife on his nightstand and rolled over. He came face-to-face with the cat. “At least I still have you…”

The old Tabby hissed, slapping Deadpool’s nose with a small paw. The man, sensing a scratching in his future, pushed the cat and its pillow to the far side of the bed.  This action exposed a small picture that had been hidden by the cat. It was of Finn and Will, but with the latter cut out. Wade hadn’t seen it since he use it to locate Will last year, after he ripped the man out the picture. The cat, who enjoyed hiding things around the apartment, had shoved it in the pillowcase.