It was almost midnight and Missy and her friends were at a swanky club on the upper side of the city.

It had been a long time since Missy had had a catch up with girlfriends, although coming here had limited that for them, somewhat. With the loud music and the two girls she was with, entirely focusing on finding hot men to chat up, Missy had barely had a chance to say more than a few words to any of them.

She had been on her feet in painfully high heels for the last couple of hours and if truth be told was thoroughly bored.

Her two friends were currently dancing…or perhaps the term should be, grinding against two men, of the dancefloor.

"I'm going to get a drink," mouthed Missy over the loud music to her friend Kate.

Kate glanced over at her, giving a small nod before turning back to her male companion.

Missy rolled her eyes in annoyance before strutting over towards the bar.

She was wearing sky high-heels and a short black dress and still managed to turn heads as she walked. But right at that moment Missy didn't really care about anyone else's attention.

She leant over the bar as an attractive barman sauntered up to her.

"Can I just get a water?" she asked, placing her clutch bag on the counter before her.

As he moved off, Missy plucked out her phone.

She gave a sigh and scrolled through her messages, finally landing on a photo that Wade had sent her yesterday of the two of them together. Wade had his mask on of course, not wanting his scarred face on anything as permanent as a photograph, but it was still a good picture. He had obviously said something funny as Missy's face was lit up mid-laugh.

She stared down at her phone, smiling, as the bartender reappeared, placing a glass of water down onto a napkin beside her.

She murmured a thank you, and continued to scroll through her cell.

Was it too early to make an excuse and go home?

Probably.

But all she really felt like doing was curling up on the sofa with Wade and catching up on some crappy TV show. She didn't even care what they did, right now all she wanted was him…

He fingers toyed with the condensation of her glass.

Maybe she would just slip out quietly before either of her friends noticed. That way she could text Wade, pick up tex-mex on the way home and the two of them could fuck until morning. That to her sounded like a pretty perfect end to a Saturday night…

She smiled to herself and took one last glance over at her two girlfriends, who were both pretty busy making out with the two men they had found.

Missy took a quick sip of her water before picking up her clutch and weaving back over the dancefloor towards the exit.

Missy had a gotten as far as the far wall when suddenly there was loud bang and the bright lights suddenly illuminated the darkened club.

All around her people winced at the brightness and gave loud groans.

"NOBODY MOVE!" came a sudden loud voice, as all around the room, masked men appeared. Each and every single one of them held guns, pointed towards the crowd.

Missy eyes travelled across to a man a little older than Missy with a short untidy beard and stringy brown hair who was stood inside the DJ booth with a gun double the size of that of the other men.

"IF ANYONE EVEN THINKS OF MOVING," he yelled through the DJ microphone. "I WILL SHOOT THROUGH THEIR KNEE-CAPS TO MAKE SURE THEY WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO WALK AGAIN, ARE WE CLEAR?"

Everyone in the club was silent, no one daring to move or even scream.

"THIS IS A FUCKING HOSTAGE SITUATION," said the man in an obnoxious voice. "AND GUESS WHAT? YEAH THAT'S RIGHT. YOURE THE HOSTAGES. NOW FUCKING STAY QUIET AND WE CAN RIDE THIS ONE OUT AND YOU'LL ALL BE ABLE TO GO HOME TO YOUR FUCKING SHITTY LITTLE LIVES."

Missy gave a gulp, stepping back slightly, her head bashing against a small 'break glass for alarm' sign as she did so.

A girl, standing clutched against a tall man a few feet away from Missy, let out a small carrying sob.

"FUCKING HELL, WE'VE GOT A CRYER!" shouted the man, dropping the microphone and walking down the steps, pointing his gun at the girl. She gave a frightened shriek and he marched towards her, pressing the barrel of the gun to her temples. "I don't want to hurt you sweetheart but you're making it pretty hard for me to want to keep you alive."

The girl gave a whimper as everyone watched, not knowing what to do.

"Now are you going to be quiet? Or am I going to have to force your boyfriend here to shoot you through the skull?" said the man in a low voice, snarling at her.

The woman shook her head violently as the man with the gun gave an enormous sigh.

"Shame," he uttered, scuffing at the ground with shoe. "I bet your skull would look really pretty painted across this wall…"

And with that, he removed the safety, his finger on the trigger…

Before Missy even realised what she was doing, she turned, elbowing the fire alarm behind her, breaking the glass as she did so.

A sudden horrendously loud alarm carried across the club, distracting the man long enough for him to lower his gun from the poor girl's head.

"NOW WHO THE FUCK THOUGHT IT WAS A GOOD IDEA TO DO THAT?"

He swung around, his black eyes searching the club before finally landing on her.

Missy gulped as the bearded man marched towards her gun held aloft, eyes raging.

"YOU FUCKING BITCH!" he said, as she backed up, her high heels skidding on the on broken glass beneath her feet. "YOU THINK THAT WAS CLEVER, DO YOU?"

He grabbed her arm and tugged her forwards into the middle of the club, his fingers digging into her skin.

"Oh, I'm going to make an example of you," he spat, as she tried desperately to pull away from him. He waved to a nearby gunman. "Frankie, sort this fucking noise."

The man nodded and moved off.

At that moment Missy's mind was blank. All she could think about was the fear and adrenaline pumping through her veins and keeping her upright.

"You fucking prick," she said in a dark voice as he pulled her through the throngs of people. "Do you not know who you're messing with?"

He turned to her, his eyes black and his teeth bared.

"Oh am I supposed to be scared of you? Look at you, you're just some fucking slut," he said, his grip tightening on her arm and pulling her up onto a podium in the centre of the room as the blaring alarm was finally switched off.

He pulled her to him, pointing the gun underneath her chin.

"NOW THIS IS WHAT I DO TO PEOPLE WHO PISS ME OFF-" he yelled to the crowd, his finger on the trigger.

"You don't want to do this…." said Missy, shaking her head.

The man looked at her. "What exactly are you going to do?" he asked with a deep frown.

Suddenly the entire room was plunged into darkness once more.

Within a second the deafening sound of loud gunshots could be heard all around the room.

There were screams as everyone dropped to the ground, covering their heads.

After a long few moments the final shot rang out.

Missy turned to the man beside her.

"It wasn't talking about me…" she uttered, as a sudden figure strutted through the gloom, parting the crowds as he did so. "...I was talking about him."

Wade Wilson was stood merely a few feet away from her in full Deapool gear, brandishing his guns in both hands. The men that had been standing all around the room were now slumped on the floor all covered in their own individual pools of blood.

"Fuck me, I come out on a simple job, chasing some bad guys and who do I find is their hostage?" he said shaking his head. "Of course it's fucking you…"

Missy gaped.

"Excuse me?" she said raising her eyebrows. "Don't blame me for this! What are you even doing here anyway."

Wade frowned behind his mask. "Like I said I was chasing these fucking tools and they end up trying to hide out in here," he said narrowing his white eyes at her. "I wasn't trying to crash your night. Don't give me that look."

"Um-" began the man still gripping Missy arm, but Wade raised a finger.

"Hold on asshole, don't talk over the lady," he said in a warning voice, his eyes never leaving Missy's.

"You are such an moron," said Missy almost growling in frustration. "You chasing these idiots in here, almost got us all killed, Wade Wilson."

"It still might," said the man to Missy's right, pulling at her violently.

"Uh, you're ruining a fucking moment here, shit-for-brains," snapped Wade turning to him finally. "I'm supposed to rescue her and she's going to run into my arms. Then the DJ will play that song from Dirty Dancing and we'll do the lift and everything will be perfect."

The bearded man looked a little confused for a moment before pressing the gun to Missy's chin once again.

"Not if I put a bullet in her brain you won't," he murmured, dragging Missy from the podium and back towards the door.

Missy saw Wade's face twist into a dangerous frown.

"Nobody puts Baby in a corner," he said raising his guns.

He fired both at once and before the bearded man could even react, two bullets had pieced him through the skull, showering Missy's skin and caramel hair in a spray of ruby red blood.

She stumbled away as the man slumped down to the ground and the large gun hit the ground with a clatter.

Missy stood there, covered in blood and unable to move, as Wade strutted over, chest puffed out.

She could see that he was grinning behind his mask.

"So how about that dance?" he said holding out a gloved hand for her to take. "Hit it DJ!"

But there was no one anywhere near the DJ booth to even play a track, let alone that one.

All around them people stared over at them. Missy knew he friends were somewhere within the crowd.

Missy did not take Wade's hand, she merely shoved her clutch bag into his stomach hard, causing him to double over slightly.

"I'm going home to take a fucking shower," she mumbled, tossing her bloodied hair from her face and gritted her teeth. She shoved past Wade. "And when I get out of said shower, I want Tex-Mex and for you to fuck me. Are we clear?"

Wade stared after her longingly as she walked, his tongue practically falling out of his mouth.

"Oh, baby,I think you need to be held hostage more often…" he uttered hungrily, before stalking along after her, leaving both Missy's friends and all the other club-goers gaping after them…


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