"Try again," uttered Wade, his arms folded across his spandex covered body and his feet propped up on Missy's bed.
It had been two days since she had been hospitalised with the flu.
Missy had passed out on the pier, right beside Wade. Luckily for her, Clint Barton was a good guy. He had, of course, left Wade where he was, with an arrow through the head, but had taken Missy to the nearest hospital.
Since eventually regaining consciousness and finding her here, the masked merc had barely left her side since. Although if she was honest, she had been pretty hopped up on medication and sick with fever to even realise this for the most part.
Missy gave a tired sigh. "I don't know…" she said grumpily. "Sheets?"
They had been playing I-spy for the past twenty minutes. Missy, not having had the energy to argue, had just gone along with it.
"You've already said that…" he murmured, scratching at his masked face.
Missy gave a groan. "Then I don't know. There's only so many thing's in this room it can be, Wade!" she said irritably.
"Give up?" he said, cocking his head as Missy nodded vaguely. "It was 'Sexy Motherfucker'." He hitched his thumbs, to his chest, gesturing to himself.
Missy rolled her eyes, letting her head fall back against the pillow behind her. "Technically that's two words…" she muttered, but Wade was no longer listening, his masked face turned towards the door as there came a gentle knock.
Missy turned her stiff neck to see Colossus and Negasonic Teenage Warhead standing in the doorway.
"Ugh, what the fuck are you two doing here?" said Wade in an accusing voice, narrowing his white eyes towards the pair.
The looming metal figure of Colossus merely lifted a small gift basket piled high with fresh fruit.
"We thought we'd bring gift for Missy," he said in a strong accent, stepping gently into the room. "Fruit is good, it will help when you're sick."
Missy smiled as he set the basket down upon her nightstand, next to an enormous bunch of flowers which had arrived for her the day before.
"Thank you," she croaked. "That's really sweet of you."
Negasonic, or Ellie as Missy knew her, sat down at the foot of Missy's bed, giving Wade's shoes a look as she did so.
"What the hell is on your feet?" she asked, frowning.
Wade looked down at his navy crocs, waggling his toes beneath them.
"Glorious aren't they?" he said with a happy sigh. "Made from only the best croslite foam resin. I had to switch to these bad-boys after someone threw up all over my boots."
He glanced up at Missy, who merely shook her head, not even having the energy to argue with him.
"Wade you should not be wearing these for mission," said Colossus disapprovingly. "You need good arch support. These are not good for high impact activities such as running or killing."
"Thanks for the info, Doc," said Wade with a huff, waving his hand dismissively. "Visiting hours are almost over. The pair of you should take your lame-ass fruit and fuck the fuck off."
Colossus folded his arms and shot the masked merc a look.
"Wade," he said in a disapproving tone. "Mind your language in front of ladies."
Negasonic raised her eyebrow and looked over. "He's just pissed about us beating him to the punch on that job last week," she said in a low drawl, before going back to chewing on her gum.
"Fuck you, Frodo!" said Wade defensively. "I was so close to taking those guys down and I could have done it with my eyes closed if you two fucking idiots hadn't have stepped in."
Colossus shook his head, ignoring Wade's comment, before turning back to Missy. "How are you feeling? Getting the flu can really take it out of you," he said concernedly.
But Missy gave a small smile, brushing back her long, loose hair from her clammy face.
"I'm feeling a lot better, thanks," she said in a quiet voice. "The nurses say that after I take my next two doses of meds I can probably go home."
Wade grinned behind his mask.
"And then it won't be long until we're-" he said leaning forwards and covering Negasonic's ears with his gloved hands. "-fucking like bunny rabbits again."
Negasonic, tugged her head away, shooting Wade a dark look as Missy, despite the lack of colour in her cheeks, still managed to turn the slightest shade of pink.
"I thought the two of you were just friends," said Negasonic, glancing between the pair.
"Er, we are…" said Missy, glancing down in embarrassment and plucking at a loose thread on the corner of her bedsheets.
"Well, you take good care of her, Wade," said Colossus in a fatherly voice, pointing at the merc. "Missy is special to you, but sometimes you act too much like a fool to keep her safe."
Missy saw Wade scowl behind his mask.
"Don't question my priorities, Colossus," he said in a dangerous tone.
But Negasonic cut across him before he could continue. "I think he was just talking about taking her to the fair when she's sick then getting shot through the head with an arrow," she said with a smirk.
"Well whatever…" murmured Wade huffily, folding his arms across his chest. He glanced up at Missy for a moment before looking swiftly away.
"Are you sure you're both ok to be here?" asked Missy after a long few seconds, gazing up at the two X-Men. "I don't want you to catch the flu too."
Colossus gave a shrug. "Us mutants are pretty immune to most things," he said in an easy tone. "It would take something pretty big to make us sick."
Missy smiled as the enormous metal man strolled back over to her nightstand. "These flowers," he said taking in a deep sniff of the large bouquet of blooms. "They are very beautiful."
Negasonic leaned forwards, reaching over for the small notecard sticking out of the arrangement.
"'To Missy," she read in her usual bored drawl. "Hope you feel better soon, we're all missing you around the office. Love Steve.'"
Missy gave a gulp and looked over at Wade.
"Baby," she said gently. "Now don't be pissed…"
Wade gaped, getting to his feet and snatching the notecard from Negasonic's hand.
The flowers had arrived yesterday whilst Wade was in the bathroom. He hadn't even acknowledged them on his return, and definitely hadn't questioned them.
"That fucking Ice-Pop is sending you flowers now?" he said re-reading the scrawled writing. "And you didn't tell me!?"
Missy gave a groan.
"Because I knew you'd freak out like this!" she snapped, shaking her weary head. "They're from everyone at the office, Shelly called and asked if I'd gotten them."
Wade scowled. "Love Steve," he said in a simpering voice. "Who does that star-spangled asshole think he is?"
"Maybe he is just trying to be nice," offered Colossus, but Wade cut across him angrily.
"Can it, Tin Man!" he snarled, before turning back to Missy. "If that 40 Year-Old Virgin thinks he's getting anywhere near you he's got another thing coming."
Negasonic gave a smirk. "I don't see any flowers from you, Douchepool," she shot at him.
Wade paused in his raging, throwing Negasonic a dark look. "Well….the old account is a little dry this month," he said with a huff, before slumping back down onto his seat, defeated.
Missy smiled down at him.
"I'm not going to run off into the sunset with him, if that's what you're scared of," she said in a quiet voice.
"Pfft," said Wade, with a moody shrug. "I'm fucking Deadpool, I'm not scared of anything."
Missy and Negasonic both rolled their eyes in unison, just as a portly nurse bustled into the room.
She barely batted an eyelid at the 8 foot tall metal giant,that had squeezed himself into the tiny room.
"Ok, I think Melissa here, needs her rest," she said bustling over to Missy, handing her a small cup of pills before tucking the sheets in tightly around her.
Negasonic hopped off the bed scowling at the nurse, before heading over to the door.
"Catch you later I guess," she said to Missy in a civil tone, before frowning over at Wade. "Laters Dickwad."
"Same to you, Edward Cullen," said the masked-merc in a mock salute.
Colossus, leaning in towards Missy, patted her very gently on the arm as the nurse fussed around her.
"Take care of yourself," he said in a low, kindly voice as Missy smiled up at them both.
"Thanks for coming," she said in a tired voice. "And thanks for the fruit."
"That was no problem we-" but Colossus paused md-sentence causing everyone to look over at him. "AH…AH..ATCHOO!"
The entire room shuddered as Colossus let out an ear-deafening sneeze.
"Mutants are immune to most things?" said Wade in a playful voice, cocking his masked-head towards Colossus as Negasonic steered the metal man out of the room.
"Now you can stay," said the nurse after they had left, pointing at Wade and shooting him a severe look. "But only if you make sure you let her rest."
Wade gave a sulky nod as the nurse finally bustled from the room.
Missy downed her pills one by one as the room was suddenly filled with a stony silence.
After an age she glanced up at the masked merc.
"Are you angry?" she said in a quiet tone. She was exhausted after a pretty long and intense twenty minutes.
Wade looked up at her, giving a sigh.
"Babe… as if I could be angry at you," he said, smiling at her from behind his mask. "Steve, fucking Rogers though, I have a big fucking problem with!"
Missy sighed.
"Just so you know, I'm not interested in Steve," she mumbled, shifting down under the covers slightly and laying her head back against the pillow. "And once I'm fully recovered, I'm going to fuck your brains out."
Wade let out a needy groan, throwing his head back in frustration.
"Stop…." he said shaking his head. "You're fucking killing me."
Missy gave a small smile.
"Well, if I can't have you," he said stretching out in his seat. "I think we're going to need a distraction…."
Missy raised her eyebrow at him in interest, as she downed her last pill.
Wade repositioned his feet on her bed, getting comfortable and narrowed his eyes, gazing around.
"I spy…"
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