It was 1.45am and Missy was at a club.

Her friend Karen had dragged her out, complaining that she never get to see her anymore, but had subsequently spent the entire evening poured all over some guy she had just met, leaving Missy alone.

Missy had spent the entire night as a third wheel, merely sitting in the corner of a booth downing shot after shot to console herself, while her friend and this random guy partook in the most awkward PDA imaginable.

It was about thirty minutes ago that a drunk guy had the bar had offered to buy Missy a drink, but when she had turned him down, he had grabbed her ass and told her to not be such a conceited bitch. So all in all it had not been a brilliant night out for her….

All she wanted to do now was to get home and forget about the whole thing.

"Karen, I'm going to go," she yelled over the loud club music.

Her dark-haired friend extracted her lips from the guy she was making out with and stared up at Missy.

"Oh don't go! We're having fun!" she said with a whine.

Missy forced a smile. She most definitely wasn't having fun.

"No, I'm tired, I'm just going to take a cab home," said Missy, tucking her long caramel hair behind her ears. "You stay safe though ok?"

She gave the guy Karen was with, a cautious glance as her friend beamed up at her.

"Ok, but text me when you're home, yeah?" said Karen, grasping Missy's hand and giving it a squeeze.

Missy squeezed back before hitching up her chain handbag and walking off.

She wove her way through the crowd pushing through groups of dancing people as she did so before finally reaching the doors that led out of the club and stepping out into the cold night air.

She shivered slightly. She only had a tight black dress and heels on and she cursed herself for not bringing a jacket.

She quickly moved aside as two girls pushed past her into the club.

There was a line stretching down the block of party-goers waiting to get inside.

Missy reached into her handbag for her phone. She frowned. It wasn't there.

"Fuck…" she murmured.

She lifted up the her little bag and made to root through it but it was empty, save for a tube of lipstick and the keys to her apartment.

Both her phone and purse were gone. They must have been snatched as she was walking through the crowds mere moments ago.

She paled and turned to head back inside but suddenly a large doorman held an arm out in front of her blocking her path.

"You need to join the line if you want to come inside," he said in a thick accent, gazing down at her disinterestedly.

Missy, shot him a confused look. "I just came from in there, I lost my cell phone and my-"

"Did you get a wristband?" he asked in a gruff voice, his attention elsewhere.

"No, but I-" she began.

"Then you'll have to join the line," he said, nodding towards the enormous queue, before turning away from her and beckoning a party of three forwards and letting them inside.

Missy stepped back onto the cold pavement. All she wanted to do was go home.

But she had no money and no phone and was at least a dozen blocks away from her apartment.

Tentatively she approached a yellow cab, parked a few feet away.

She lent down as the driver lowered his window.

"Uh, I need a cab to Elm Avenue," she began, choosing her words carefully. "I don't have any cash at the moment, but I can-"

"No money, no ride," said the cab driver, immediately winding up his window.

Missy stepped back and gave a gulp, moving aside as a guy and a girl pushed past her and stumbled into the back of the taxi.

She turned and looked down the street leading away from the club.

She could wait around here for Karen to leave but it didn't look as though that was going to happen any time soon, with both her and her guy having a pretty good time in the unlit corners of the club.

The street, at least, looked pretty well lit. Perhaps the journey on foot wouldn't be so bad. She glanced down at her outfit, desperately wishing she had brought a coat or at least a change of shoes.

She took in a deep breath and made up her mind.

Clutching her arms tightly around herself, she began to walk.

The first two blocks weren't too bad, with nightclub goers staggering about here and there and cabs zooming past, but it was when she turned the corner she paused.

The street ahead of her was dingy and very dimly lit. Large tower apartments lined the sides of the road and large trash cans littered the side walk.

She gave a gulp.

There were no people here. No cars either. The whole block had an eerie feel to it that Missy couldn't quite shake.

She strode on, clutching her almost empty bag tightly to her.

She was half way down the street when suddenly there was a loud crash behind her. Missy swung around, her heart thumping inside her chest, only to see a large black cat which had just tipped over a dustbin, streak past her.

She breathed hard, her heart still racing.

She sped up, her high heeled shoes rubbing against her sore feet, but right now she didn't care. All she wanted to do was get home as quickly as possible.

Missy glanced nervously over her shoulder.

She had the horrible feeling that someone was watching her. Trying to shake the thought from her mind, she continued on.

By now she was freezing, she rubbed her bare arms but it didn't seem to do much.

Strutting past a darkened alleyway to her left, she caught sight of a figure half way down, standing in the gloom.

Missy's breath caught in her throat. Her feet pounded hard against the pavement as she heard footsteps behind her, following her.

"Hey sweetheart," came a low male drawl that caused Missy's skin to crawl. "Want to have some fun?"

Missy glanced over her shoulder and saw a man in his forties with a scrubby red beard and a baseball hat shuffling along after her. His eyes looked red and bloodshot.

Missy tried to quicken her pace, but as she did so, her ankle twisted on an uneven paving stone causing her to stumble and yelp in pain.

The man was approaching fast. "That's right, girl, you stay there…" he said in a scratchy voice.

Missy quickly tried to put weight on her foot but winced, as a sharp pain shot through her ankle. She anxiously stared up at the man who was just a couple of feet away now, grotesquely licking his lips as he approached.

Suddenly, the man was roughly grabbed from behind, by the throat, and shoved into the wall of the building beside them. He hit the red brick with a loud thump.

Missy breathed hard as she gazed up, only to see Wade, in full Deadpool suit, gripping the man by his neck.

"Hey baby," he uttered cheerily, as if he had spotted her on a warm sunny day at the grocery store, not in the middle of a dark street at 2am whilst holding a potential rapist by the throat.

Wade violently bashed the man's skull against the bricks once again. He relinquished his grip and the bearded man slipped down the wall, landing on the floor in a heap.

Wade stepped over him with a flourish and approached Missy.

He instantly rubbed at her cold arms. "You look suuuuuper hot in that dress. Fuck me…but you are fucking freezing," he said shaking his head.

Missy, whose heart was still slowly returning to its normal pace within her rib-cage, gave a quick nod. "I am," she said as her teeth chattered- probably due to a mixture of fear and the cold.

Without another word Wade pulled her into his strong arms.

He smelled like leather and musk and ….cotton candy.

Missy's heart instantly warmed. It felt so good to be close to him, safe in his tight embrace. Her stomach lurched as he pulled away and she slowly gazed up into his masked face.

"Let me just do one thing," he said in a serious voice, turning back to the guy still slumped on the ground behind them.

Wade pulled out a small knife from his pocket.

"Don't kill him," said Missy, gazing up at Wade with sad eyes. As much as she wanted this guy dead, she didn't want Wade to be the one who did it. Not right in front of her at least.

Wade turned back towards her, looping his arm around her shoulder, pulling her close.

"As if I'd do that…" he said in a reprimanding tone.

But before Missy could utter another word, Wade had tossed the knife behind him.

A sudden loud yell was heard. Missy peered over her shoulder as Wade dragged her away, to see that the knife had landed right through the man's testicles.

His cries became fainter and fainter as they turned the corner.

Missy winced suddenly as she put weight down onto her painful ankle.

"Fuck…" she murmured, bringing Wade to a halt. "These fucking shoes…"

"Well I would offer to swap," he said grinning. "But I don't think gold is really my color. Stark would bite your hand off for them though…"

Missy ignored him, bending down and rubbing her bruised ankle.

"Want me to carry you?" he offered, his gloved fingers tracing circles on her cold arm. Missy had to stop herself from letting out a pleasurable shudder at his touch.

"I think my dress is a bit short for a piggyback.." she said rolling her eyes and glancing down at herself.

Wade's white eyes travelled down her slim figure.

"So fucking hot…" he uttered under his breath, taking every inch of her in.

Missy bit her lip, her breathing becoming shallow.

"I was thinking bridal style…" he said after a long moment, in a more audible tone.

Right then, Missy could think of nothing she wanted more than to be in his strong arms again…

She stopped and internally shook herself.

What the hell was wrong with her tonight? This was Wade she was thinking about. Maybe she had had too much to drink…

"I'll be fine to walk, I'll just have to take it slow," she said, turning back to the sidewalk and limping along.

Wade let out a snort before jogging and catching up to her, holding out and arm for her to take.

"Well if you're not going to let me carry you over the threshold, at least let me be a gentlemen," he said with a sigh.

Missy grinned. "You? A gentleman?" she said nudging him with her hip and pulling at her bottom lip with her teeth.

Wade glanced down at her as she grasped his arm in hers, happily.

"So what happened? You just fancy the fresh air? Decided you wanted to take a night time walk dressed like a hooker?"

"HEY!" cried Missy, bashing his in the stomach with her handbag. "If you must know I was out at a club with a friend and had my purse and cell phone stolen."

Wade narrowed his eyes. "Who were you out with?" he asked in a slow voice. "The guy from your date next weekend? The asshole?"

Missy rolled her eyes, not wanting to start up another argument with the masked merc.

"No, it was just my friend Karen, if you must know," she uttered, as they crossed the street arm in arm.

The pair were silent for a long moment. A rarity for Wade which didn't last very long.

"So did you have a good night before you got fucking pick-pocketed? Or was it all just terrible music and fifteen dollar cocktails?" he said, glancing down at her.

Missy gave a sigh. "Pretty much the latter. I hate going to clubs like that. Why do guys think it's OK to grope you then call you a bitch when you turn them down?"

Wade's brows knitted together. "Well next time, text me before you lose your phone," he said in an angry voice. "...and I will come and disembowel any motherfucker that does that to you."

Missy let out a long breath. "Wade, I'd never be off my phone if that was the case…" she said shaking her head. "I don't think any woman in the city would be."

Wade stopped in his tracks pulling Missy to a sudden halt and turning her to him.

Missy breathed hard as she gazed up into his masked eyes, butterflies swarming about in her stomach.

He looked like he was about to say something but for some reason the words never came…

She reached up and placed a hand to his broad chest. The chest she had fallen asleep on just one week ago.

She couldn't describe it…

…this feeling…

With him she felt safe…..

….. happy…..

Like she didn't want to be anywhere else in the world….

"Wade, I-" she said in a whisper, as she gazed up at him.

Suddenly, before she could say anther word, she was cut off by a loud song streaming out from Wade's pocket.

'….Cause I aint no hollaback girl.. I aint no hollaback giiiiirl…'

"Sorry that's my… cell…" he said, fumbling at his belt as Missy stepped back, staring down at the ground, a pink tinge appearing at her cheeks.

"Dopinder my good friend, how are we on this fine evening?" he said in a loud voice, before turning to Missy. "It's Dopinder." He said in a loud whisper, merely causing Missy to look up at him in confusion.

"I did what?" said Wade, before suddenly spinning around on the spot, attempting to look at something behind his shoulder, much like a dog chasing its own tail.

He held his hand over the mouthpiece of his cell and turned to Missy once more. "I forgot my swords in Dopinder's cab on my way over here," he said in a hushed tone. "Stupid Deadpool."

"Hey where are you?" he said over the phone as Missy shivered beside him.

Wade glanced down at her.

"Oh you are?" he said before suddenly placing a hand to her back and pulling her close to him. He ran his hand over her shoulders, trying to warm her. "Were on Park Drive…. Ok, great, see you in two, amigo…. yeah…. yeah…. Dopinder, I know your Indian and not Mexican, aright…"

With that Wade dropped the call, tutting and shaking his head.

"Well, I have a carriage arriving for us any minute now, Princess," he said stuffing his cell back in his pocket.

His gloved fingers traced along her bare shoulder blades.

"Good," she murmured, reaching her hand up and placing his to his hard chest, pushing herself further into his arms.

Leaning forwards he gently rested his masked head on top of hers.

This was the closest Missy had ever been to Wade. Normally she tried to distance herself, both physically and mentally, from him as much as she possibly could, but right now all she wanted to do was stay here, locked inside his strong embrace.

She felt one of his hands slip slowly down her spine, coming to rest on the small of her back. She half expected him to try moving it lower, but on this occasion he didn't.

Her heart thudded inside her chest. Both of them were quiet, all Missy could hear was the sound of her own cold breath.

"Wade-"she began, after what felt like an eternity. But she was suddenly cut off by the bright beam from two headlamps hitting them squarely in the face.

Shielding her eyes, she turned to see a yellow taxi cab, just a few feet away.

Wade pulled away from her, instead reaching down and grasping her hand in his, leading her over to the car.

They entwined their fingers together.

"Good evening Mr Pool," came the voice of the driver as he poked his out of the window and flashing them a wide smile. "Where are you going so late at night?"

Wade opened the rear door and ushered Missy inside.

"Take us to Elm Avenue, Dopinder my good man," said Wade, sliding into the back seat beside Missy, as she scooted across.

"No problem, DP," said Dopinder putting his foot on the gas.

Missy turned her body towards Wade. She was still freezing cold and her teeth would not stop chattering. She cursed herself for not bring a jacket tonight, she really did.

Automatically Wade threw his arm around her cold shoulders and tugged her to him.

Missy saw the driver flash her a quick glance in his rear-view mirror.

"If you're wondering why I'm not joining you up front tonight Dopinder, as you can see I have company," uttered Wade in a chatty voice.

"Ahhhh a lady of the night is it Mr Pool?" said Dopinder taking in Missy's tight dress and enormously high heels.

Missy gaped, looking affronted. "A lady of the- Wait! You think I look like a- Oh my god!" she said loudly, attempting to tug down her short LBD over her slender legs.

Wade let out a chuckle.

"My beautiful friend Missy here, does not turn tricks for cash, Dopinder. Though I am sure many a man wished she would," he said in a goading voice, as Missy dug him hard in the ribs.

She glanced up at him and shot him a look, a small, irritated smirk passing over her features.

Her heart fluttered. His masked face was just an inch from her own.

She subconsciously tugged at her bottom lip with her teeth.

It was a short journey back to her apartment, Wade giving Dopinder a crisp high-five through the window as they hopped out, him remembering to take his swords this time.

The cold air hit Missy hard once again and she gave a shiver. "Let's get inside, I am so cold," she uttered.

And this time it was Missy's turn to grab Wade's hand. She pulled him up the steps towards her apartment. A few minutes later she had unlocked the door and they had bustled inside.

The warmth of her apartment hit her as she walked in.

Wade headed straight for the kitchen. "Do we have any food?" he called back to her.

Missy who had strutted into her bedroom, tossed her almost empty handbag down onto the bed and flipped on her bedside light. She would deal with reporting her missing phone and purse in the morning. Right now, all she wanted to do was go to sleep, the cold air had exhausted her.

"Sorry, I was supposed to go to the grocery store earlier when Karen called," she yelled back to him, sinking down onto the bed and reaching down to remove her shoes.

He appeared in the doorway a second later, utility belt and swords now missing, brandishing a pop tart. He lifted his mask a little, revealing his mouth, and took a bite.

Missy cocked an eye at him. "Did you even heat that?" she said with a sigh, slipping off both shoes and rubbing at her sore ankle.

Wade didn't reply, mouth full of food.

She glanced up at him with heavy eyes. "Can you… err….turn around?" she asked, gesturing to him with her finger. "I want to get out of this dress.

Wade, polishing off the pop tart, pulled the mask back over his face. "As if I am passing up this opportunity…" he said with a growl.

Missy rolled her eyes. "Wade-" she said warningly. But the masked merc merely folded his arms across himself and widened his white eyes, teasing her.

Missy frowned before she suddenly stood and turned around. Her face breaking into a smirk.

"Fine," she uttered biting her lip.

Wade would never in a million years expect her to undress in front of him. And just this once she wanted to catch him off guard…

With that, Missy slowly unzipped her dress at the side before letting it fall to the floor, pooling at her feet.

She turned to see Wade starring at her, unmoving. She could see that, beneath his mask his mouth was agape and his breathing shallow in his chest.

Missy let out a grin.

That wasn't flirting right? Just friends fooling around…

All she had on right now was a matching set of black lacy underwear. She strolled casually over to her bureau, fishing out an old oversized band shirt and throwing it over her head. Her heart pounding in her chest. This felt all so exhilarating for her.

"Cat got your tongue?" she asked him teasingly, before letting out a laugh and jumping onto her bed. She wriggled down under the covers.

Wade let out a breathy sigh. "Oh baby, my tongue belongs to you…" he said pacing over to her. He shook his head. "Fuck me, you are so hot," he uttered longingly, falling to his knees onto the bed.

Missy laughed again. "This is probably not the most healthy of best friend relationships," she said, running a hand through her slightly tonged hair.

"If I'm managing to get you to flirt back I really couldn't give a fuck," he said, flipping over onto his back and moving around on the mattress, getting comfy.

Missy laughed again and shifted further down under the covers before switching off the lamp at her side.

She could feel Wade near her legs. Part of her dreaming of what it would be like if he was under the covers beside her. She breathed hard, thinking of the feel of his warm hands on her skin…

But her dreams were broken as Wade spoke.

"We still on for taco Tuesday this week?" he asked in a playful tone. "Ooh, ooh and fajita Friday?"

Missy stared up into the darkness.

"I can do Tuesday but, I…err…. I have my date on Friday," she uttered quietly, bringing a hand to her mouth.

Wade was silent.

Missy glanced around waiting for a response but one never came.

"I can do scary-movie Saturday though," she offered, biting her lip.

There was a long pause. "Deal. As long as I can pick the food….oh, and the movie," he said quickly. "Were counting that awful Green Lantern movie as horror right?"

Missy smiled to herself, flipping over onto her side.

"Goodnight, Wade," she murmured for the second time in a week, as she drifted off into a warm and comfortable sleep, secretly still wishing she was locked within his tight embrace.

Perhaps the evening hadn't gone so badly after all…

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Only one more chapter to go...

So I'm done with the 'Ten times Deadpool showed up unexpectedly'. Now for 'the one time he didn't'... coming soooooon...