Hi all, I'm back with another in the Missy/Wade series.

This is a sequel to my oneshot series- Cant you just stay over again tonight like any normal BFF? I hope you like it...this will also be a series of little oneshots about their lives.

It was a quiet Tuesday morning at Stark Towers, and Missy was sat at her desk, editing the minutes of a meeting she had sat in on this morning.

Steve, Tony, Clint and most of the other Avengers had been present at said meeting. But it, as always, had descended into chaos, as the entire team bickered about the most inane things, yet again…

Missy finished up, saving her document and attaching it in an email to get boss, Pepper, before leaning back in her seat and toying with her pen.

Her stomach let out a low rumble.

It almost lunchtime and Missy was already starving.

But, as if reading her mind, there came a sudden cheery voice right behind her.

"Hey sugar-dimples," uttered Wade, causing Missy to swing around in her chair, gazing up at the masked merc, who was at this moment strutting towards her. "Fuck me, that dress looks fucking gorgeous on you by the way."

Missy narrowed her eyes at him as he stopped beside her, flexing the muscles beneath his red and black spandex-suit.

"What have you done?" she asked him suspiciously. She had on just a simple navy blue, tight-fitting dress that fell to the knees and a pair of black patent heels. She had definitely worn this outfit in front of the merc before…

Wade gave a scowl behind his mask, placing a hand to his chest acting affronted.

"Ex-fucking-cuse me?" he said in an innocent voice. "Can a guy not compliment his gorgeous, hot, BFF-turned-girlfriend-turned future-wife once in a while?"

Missy tutted.

"What are you doing here, Wade?" she asked shooting him a look. "It better be lunch, because I am starving!"

"Well luckily for you," said the merc happily, plonking down a brown paper bag, that smelt suspiciously like french fries, onto her desk. "I am a fucking fantastic fiancé."

Missy smiled as Wade pulled up a chair, coming to sit beside her.

No-one in the office even batted an eye at his presence.

Wade frequented the SHEILD offices so often to come and bother her, that he practically had his own visitor pass.

"So where did you get to last night?" Missy asked him after a moment or two as Wade passed her a paper-wrapped hamburger. "I didn't hear you come home until like 3am."

Wade had been out in a job all evening. Usually he tried to make it back for bedtime but not last night…

Missy had vaguely been woken around 3am feeling Wade slip into bed beside her, smelling strongly of gunpowder, his arm snaking around her waist.

"Ugh don't even get me started on last night's job," he said grumpily, propping his feet up on the side of her chair. He let his masked head fall back, giving a loud groan. "I used up like a tonne of ammo killing a bunch of bad guys only for some fucking asshole dressed as an ant to come in and steal my fucking score. A fucking ant!"

Missy smirked.

"I think I might have heard of this guy," she said wiping her mouth gently on a napkin before turning back to her PC. She clicked into a few files. "Here we go."

She brought up a profile on the screen, scooting over for Wade to take a look.

The merc immediately dropped his feet to the ground, standing and coming to lean over her.

"Yeah, that's the fucking guy!" said Wade irritably. "Cheated me out of two hundred and fifty-thousand smackeroos!"

Missy smiled over at Wade as he came to sit back down, plucking moodily at a limp-french fry.

"Awwww babe…" She said sympathetically, patting his knee. "If it's any consolation I think Sam Wilson's got his card marked."

But the merc gave a scowl behind his mask.

"Pfft, The fucking Falcon? Wow, he's about as scary as a Disney Pixar movie," he said in a playful tone. "No what I really need, is to fuck this guy up. I don't need any help from some second rate Avenger-"

"Hey Deadpool, can't you leave the poor girl in peace just for once?" came the sudden voice of Steve Rogers.

The blue spandex-clad superhero strutted across the office floor towards them.

Wade scowled deepened.

"Or a first rate one for that matter," he said in a simpering voice, as Steve appeared at their side. "What do you want Captain Crunch?"

Steve shot Wade an innocent look.

"Nothing," said the blonde man with a shrug. "I was just coming up here to see if Missy wanted to come to lunch with me?"

Wade looked at incredulously at her, raising his non-existent eyebrows behind his mask.

"Look babe," said Missy smiling calmingly. "Don't freak…"

"Don't-…..wait a second. Hold the fuck up. Do you mean to tell me that you have been going on lunch dates with Old Ice Balls here? Meanwhile I'm sitting at home slaving away…"

Missy gave him a look, shaking her head.

"When have you ever slaved away at anything Wade?" she said smirking. "You have the attention span of a Labrador puppy."

"Yeah the cutest fucking Labrador puppy you've ever seen in your life," Wade said snappily. "But that is beside the point. Are you cheating on me with Steve 'make America great again' Rogers?"

At their side Steve gave a frown.

But Missy managed a long sigh.

"I'm not cheating on you baby," she said reassuringly. "I've just been helping Steve out with some….."

She glanced up at the blonde avenger.

"….things…"

Wade instantly narrowed his white eyes at her.

"And by 'things', do you mean his frozen Popsicle penis, moon of my life?" asked the merc in a sickly-sweet tone.

Missy gave him a look, but Steve cut across her before she could answer.

"Think what you like, Wilson," uttered Steve shaking his head. He looked to Missy. "Maybe I'll catch you tomorrow."

And with that, he turned on his heel, heading toward the elevators.

Missy leaning back in her chair, turned back to Wade, grinning.

"Don't start all this again, babe," she said In a gentle tone.

Wade frowned, spinning around in his chair to face her. He suddenly leaned in, placing a hand to the chair either side of her, his mask twisted into a dark grimace.

"If I fucking find out that he's even been thinking about flirting with you, you know I'm going to kill him right?" said the merc darkly.

Missy gave a knowing nod.

"Of course," she said matter-of-factly, admiring her nails and giving him a shove away. "But I think Steve might be saving his flirting for other people nowadays…"

With that, Missy gestured over towards the elevators to where Steve was stood, hands placed awkwardly on his hips, talking to Sharon Carter.

"Ohhhhhh," said Wade gazing over, before staring back at Missy. "Is that still even a thing?"

"It never was a thing, that was the problem," said Missy lowering her voice. "That's why Steve's been cornering me over lunch for the past couple of weeks… He's trying to get some…advice."

"Advice? Like looooove advice?" Asked Wade, perking up slightly, entwining his fingers in a mocking gesture and batting his eyelashes behind his white eyes. "Oooooh, Cap and Sharon sitting in a tree…. K.I.S.S.I.N….Geeeeez…he IS a terrible flirt isn't he?!"

Wade leant back in his chair watching as Steve shifted his weight from foot to foot, scratching at the back of his neck awkwardly, as Sharon blushed.

"I think he's just nervous," said Missy picking up a French-fry and taking a bite. "Yesterday he was asking me what her favourite food was and what she likes to do on the weekends. It was….cute."

"Ahhh, young love," said Wade leaning back in his chair, placing his arms behind his head and propping his feet back up on Missy's chair once again. "You remember when we were like that, my succulent sweetie-buns?"

Missy rolled her eyes.

"No, I remember you flirting with me like crazy and telling me you wanted to fuck me every minute of every day," she said narrowing her eyes at him. "And look at me now, I fell for it. Hook line and sinker."

Wade gave a grin. "It was obviously my charm, good looks and amazing sense of humour that did it for you," said Wade giving a relaxed sigh, shifting down further in his seat.

Missy gave an 'ughhh' pushing his feet off her chair, causing the merc to almost topple over in his seat.

"I think you just wore me down," she uttered teasingly, biting at her lip and turning back to her PC.

This time it was Wade's turn to narrow his eyes at her. He was quiet for a long moment, watching her carefully.

"Sooooo," she uttered after a minute or so. "This ant guy….you got any more info on him?"

Wade tugged up his mask a little, revealing his scared mouth, before reaching across and taking a bite out of Missy's half-eaten hamburger.

Missy cocked an eye in his direction.

"Wait a minute is this the only reason you're here?" she asked giving as scowl. "To get intel on Ant-Man?"

Wade looked guilty, pulling his mask down again.

"Maaaaybe," he uttered, wincing slightly, causing Missy to give an instant huff.

"But baby…..baby," said Wade quickly scooting his chair closer to her. "I kinda neeeeeed to find him….like I said, he has my two hundred and fifty-grand payout."

Missy frowned.

"So….?" she murmured, scrolling her mouse over the screen of her PC.

Wade always had plenty of jobs lined up. Money was never really an issue for him or something he ever really brought up… Until now that was….

"Well…my darling….my sweetness…..my honey-bunny….." he began, shooting her a sickly-sweet smile.

Missy's frown darkened suddenly.

"What have you done Wade?" she asked icily, staring over at him.

The merc gave a small gulp.

"Well I kinda…..already spent the two hundred and fifty thou….." He said quietly.

Missy paused for a frighteningly long moment, as Wade glanced this way and that….looking for a possible getaway route.

"You spent two hundred and fifty thousand dollars?" she asked in a dangerous tone, her now black eyes narrowed. "On what exactly?"

Wade managed another gulp, pulling at the collar of his suit nervously.

"A….um…..a….. tank," he uttered eventually.

"A fucking tank?" snarled Missy. "You bought a tank? We live in the middle of a frikkin' city! Who do you think you are? The eye-patch guy from the Walking Dead?"

"But my precious aaaaangel-" began Wade in a pleading tone.

"Don't you dare try and sweet talk me, Wade Wilson!" said Missy in a hushed tone, as a couple of her work colleagues glanced over at them interestedly. "….when did this even happen? Where is it?"

Wade looked at her sheepishly.

"I sort of….might have….crashed it…" he said, manoeuvring his chair away from her ever so slightly, bracing himself for impact.

And he was right to, as Missy's hand collided with his bicep.

"I am going to kill you Wade Winston Wilson!" she cried through gritted teeth.

Turning back to her PC and clicking a few buttons. The printer beside her suddenly sprung into life, pouring out sheet after sheet of print-outs.

"You owe me big time for this!" she said shoving the papers into his gloved hands finally.

Wade glanced down to see that they contained all the intel SHEILD currently had on Ant-Man aka Scott Lang.

Wade beamed, getting to his feet.

"You, my fucking gorgeous, super-hot, future wife to be, are so fucking perfect, did I ever tell you that?" uttered Wade adoringly.

"Yes but you definitely need to tell me more," said Missy in an irritable tone. But suddenly a small smile appeared on her lips… "But like I said…. I guess you owe me one now…."

Wade stared apprehensively down at her as her lips curved up into a devilish grin.

"So In that case I guess you won't be able to say no to going on a double date with Steve and Sharon this weekend will you?" Missy said with a nod.

Wade scowled for the longest of minutes before giving a huff, tossing back his masked head in defeat.

"Alright, fiiiiiiine!" he said with a moan, before sitting up and pointing at her. "But I am not going anywhere that involves patriotism or star-spangled banners….I'm fucking Canadian! I can't be seen dead getting involved in that…are we clear?"

But Missy had already turned back to her PC, ignoring him.

She gave an easy wave of her hand, leaning back in her swivel chair, slender legs crossed beneath her desk.

"Whatever you say, baby…" she said disinterestedly.

Wade gave a growl beneath his breath, getting to his feet and brandishing the paperwork she had passed to him, irritably.

"Oh so this is how it is? I put a ring on it and all you can do is ignore me?" he said in a pouting tone, flexing his spandex-covered muscles. "Well let's see how you ignore me when I drive you home later on tonight in a tank!"

He raised his eyebrows fiendishly beneath his mask.

Missy raised an eyebrow herself, but didn't give him the satisfaction of turning around.

"I thought you crashed your tank?" she asked boredly, clicking on the screen of her computer.

But Wade gave an easy shrug, fanning himself with the paperwork in his hand.

"Well after I've used this intel on the Ant-douche, and got my quarter of a million dollars back I can buy myself another one can't I?"

It took Missy a second to realise what the merc had just said, but before she could even turn around, Wade had skipped away, leaving her gaping after him….

Just at that moment, Sharon Carter strolled past Missy's desk, looking back at Wade before shooting Missy a questioning look.

But Missy merely gave a huff.

"Remind me why I'm marrying him again?" she said shaking her head, as Sharon let out a long laugh.

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