Missy blinked open her eyes.
Her head was pounding and her body felt bruised and cold….. really cold.
And her arms….almost as if she couldn't move them.
It took her a long moment to realisation to finally dawn on her…
She gave a blink, then another, staring around, at what looked the inside of a large cold storage room.
She was sat on the hard floor, with her back to what felt like icy steel, her hands bound at the wrists.
Missy's turned her head, giving a gulp, to see Deadpool, sat on her left, his head hanging limp at his chest.
What the hell had happened? Where was she?
She had the faintest recollection of a canister landing at their feet, emitting some sort of overpowering gas.
But from there, her memory was hazy…
All she knew right now, was that they needed to get out of here. She was freezing, in only her tight black dress and high heels. Her small clutch that contained her cell phone, was unfortunately nowhere to be seen.
Missy gritted her teeth, tugging at her bonds, but it was no use. They felt like handcuffs, jangling against the steel behind her as she wriggled.
She gave an irritated huff, glaring at the unconscious masked man.
"Psssst," she said in an annoyed tone, but Deadpool didn't move.
She was still irritated with him for his attitude earlier this evening.
Missy's frowned deepened as she shifted herself closer to him, giving him a nudge.
"Hey," she uttered.
At this, the red-suited man, gave a sudden jolt.
"Chimichangas…" he uttered in a light tone.
"Hey wake up," said Missy gazing at him, as he lifted his head.
It took him a couple of second to shake himself into consciousness.
"What the fuck?" she said, his voice higher than his usual gruff one, with the slightest hint of something there than Missy recognised. But right now she was too pre-occupied to pay too much attention to this.
Deadpool turned his head, his white eyes landing on her.
"You ok?" he asked instantly, his voice obscured and deeper this time, his tone full of concern.
Missy softened slightly.
"I-I'm fine," she uttered, glancing down into her lap momentarily. "What the hell happened?"
Deadpool gave a growl under his breath.
"I have this guy after me…well actually I'm after him…" he said with a heavy sigh. "….it's a long story…"
Missy gave a the slightest of frowns. She felt bad. Deadpool obviously had more on his plate that dealing with her and her god-awful dates every other day…
"Ok," she uttered chewing on her lip. "Save it for when we get out of here then…"
She tugged at her bonds.
"You have any idea of how we might do that though?" she continued, glancing up at him, encouragingly. "I'm freezing."
Wade stared at her, but before he could say another word there came a groan from Missy's right.
She shifted around, craning her neck to see the, now-stirring, figure of her dark-haired date. Damn…what was his name again?
"What the hell?" came his slurred voice. "Where- where are we?"
Missy saw him turn his head violently this way and that, ratting at the cuffs at his wrists. "WHAT'S GOING ON!? WHAT'S HAPPENING!?" he began to yell.
Missy rolled her eyes, as Deadpool, at her side, tutted.
"Hey third wheel, you wanna keep it down over there," he snapped in a gravelly tone. "I'm trying to figure a way to keep this gorgeous girl here and myself, out of harm's way…..and if you wanna keep yelling like that, by all means do…that way I can ditch your ass here gulit-free."
Missy gave a smirk, shifting herself back towards Deadpool, as her date fell silent.
"So do you actually have any sort of plan?" she asked the masked man, cocking her head at him.
He merely stared back at her through white eyes.
"Of course…" he said firmly. "….ok, well, maybe not…but give me a second…."
Missy cocked an eyebrow at him.
"If I can just get these handcuffs off…" he uttered in a gruff tone, before suddenly stopping mid-sentence. He glanced over at Missy. "You don't happen to have a knife hidden in that heart-attack inducing dress of yours do you?"
Missy pursed her lips, narrowing her eyes at him.
"Unfortunately not," she uttered coolly. "What were you going do anyway…cut off your hands?"
"Yup," uttered Deadpool simply, causing Missy to frown. "The guy who is responsible for getting us trapped in here is also responsible for giving me super healing powers…they would have grown back eventually."
Missy shook her head.
Wow, she really knew nothing about this guy, did she? Was he joking? Surely he had to be….right?
She bit her lip.
"Can you pick the lock?" she said suddenly. "I have a couple of bobby pins in my hair, if they'd help?"
At her side her 'date' gave a whimper, but both ignored him.
Deadpool gave a nod, his white eyes fixed on Missy. "I could work with a bobby pin," he uttered with a shrug.
Missy instantly edged closer to the masked man.
"How exactly are we going to do this?" she said with a small frown.
Both of their hands were currently tied behind them.
"How about, if I scoot around…" uttered Deadpool, shifting along the cold floor.
Missy wiggled with all her might, dropping her head down as far as she could without topping over.
Her date merely staring on, speechless.
"Can you reach…?" asked Missy in a strained voice. "It's right ther- OWWW! Careful asshole!"
Missy snapped, as Deadpool's gloved hand pulled at her smooth caramel locks painfully.
"Sorry!" he murmured quickly in a low voice, and within a second he had plucked the bobby pin from her hair.
Missy pulled herself upright once more, watching as he carefully unpicked the lock.
In less than a minute, Deadpool was free. Tossing away his shackles, he turned to Missy, beginning to undo hers.
"I would say thanks," she said in a light tone, as she tugged her hands loose, feeling the cuffs fall to the floor. "But you're the one who got us into this mess in the first place…"
She turned, shooting him a look, as the masked-man pulled her to her feet.
Missy wobbled unsteadily for a moment on her black peep-toe high heels, but Deadpool caught her swiftly around the middle.
Her breath seemed to catch in her throat for the shortest of moments, as she gazed up into his spandex-clad face.
She could see the rise and fall of his chest beneath the suit, see the tension in his strong arms as he held her….
Her heart fluttered…
Suddenly a loud cough broke through their silence…
"Excuse me?" came her date's quiet voice from the corner of the room. "A-Aren't you going to get me out of these cuffs too?"
Deadpool gave a loud sigh. "Look Jordan-"
"Uh, its Jason…" contradicted the dark-haired man.
Deadpool gave a scowl, visible even through his mask. "Well, whatever your fucking name is…y'know you're kinda ruining a moment here…"
Missy glanced suddenly up at the mask man. His hand still at her waist.
"He is?" she said smirking, parting her lips slightly and pressing herself further into Deadpool's taut chest.
"Mmmmhmm," said the masked figure, staring back at her.
Her breathing shallowed.
But again there came a loud 'ahem' from their left.
"Alright, alright!" snarled Deadpool in his gruff tone, letting go of her and stalking over to Jason, crouching down beside him and starting to undo his bonds. "But don't say I don't ever do anything for you!"
Jason gave an incredulous look. "I don't even know you!" he said loudly, scooting back against the wall, the moment his cuffs were off.
Missy rolled her eyes, but just at that moment, the door to the chiller room was thrown open and there silhouetted in the doorway was a large burly man.
"Wait!" said Deadpool with a whine as all three of them gazed around. "You're not Francis!"
But the man in the doorway merely took an intimating step towards them, cracking his knuckles as he did so.
"No, but if you're good little kids, I can take you to him, piece by piece…" he said, giving a dangerous chuckle.
Missy gulped, as Deadpool stepped in front of her, shielding her from the man's view.
"Are those my guns?" said the masked man in an accusing tone. "Because if they are, you have made a big fucking mistake."
The burly man before them, gave a snide laugh, as Missy spotted Deadpool's utility belt, with two large weapons on either side, squeezed around the man's belly.
The hulking-great man made to open his mouth to speak, but before he could even make a move, Deadpool, as quick as a flash had lunged forwards, grabbing one of his own guns from the man's holster and shot the man through the kneecap.
"YOOOOOOWWWEEEEAAAAAA!" cried the man, collapsing to the ground, blood instantly pooling on the floor.
Missy gaped in horror as Deadpool snatched up his utility belt, and turned to her, holding out a gloved hand.
"M'lady…" he offered, grinning behind his mask.
Missy narrowed her eyes at him for the longest of moments.
Geez, he really was crazy wasn't he?
But eventuall she gave in, nodding and taking his hand, allowing him to lead her out of the chiller room, their fingers entwined.
They stepped over the still-howling man and his ever widening pool of blood as Jason scrambled swiftly to his feet.
"H-Hey, wait for me!" he yelled, quickly running after them.
They headed out into a long corridor of what looked like a long-abandoned restaurant.
The place was quiet, save from the burly man's cries of pain behind them.
There seemed to be no one else here.
"So…" uttered Missy glancing up into Deadpool's masked face as they marched from the corridor, pushing open a door that led outside. "Is that what I'm going to be doing from now on if I keep hanging out with you? Escaping from bad guys?"
The masked man gave a chuckle.
"Don't worry Ol' Deadpool'll protect you," he said in a low voice.
Missy smiled down at her shoes before glancing up at him once more.
"So you going to go find that….Francis guy?" she asked carefully. "You both seem pretty determined to bring each other down."
But Deadpool stared down at her, tugging her closer to him as they walked.
They gazed around, finding themselves in a dingy back-alley, just a few streets away from Missy's apartment.
"Naaahh, not tonight at least," he said in a gruff tone. "Like you said, I'm responsible for getting us trapped in there like that, and I guess I should be responsible for walking my damsel in distress home too… And besides, I kinda want to definitely know that you're not going to go home with Justin over there…"
He cocked a thumb back at Jason who was running along behind them.
Missy shot Deadpool a look.
"Only if you promise to stop speaking in that terrible voice," she said mockingly, giving him a small nudge with her hip. "You sound like Batman swallowed a razorblade."
She smirked over at him goadingly, as the masked man stared down at her shooting her a smile behind his mask.
"I can't promise anything…" he said in his same old gravelly tone, causing Missy to give a sarcastic sigh.
"Then I guess I can't promise I won't go on another date with Jonathan-" she said raising her eyebrows.
"ITS JASON!" came a sudden loud voice from behind them.
They both turned to see Jason standing there, dark-hair flying wildly, eyes wide and terrified.
"W-We got kidnapped…..a-and then you just shot a guy…" he said in an incredulous voice. "A-And you two are….are….FLIRTING?!"
He glared at Missy, gesturing to her with both hands.
"And YOU! What makes you think I would even WANT to go on another date with you, HUH?! You're both…..CRAZY!"
Missy gave a the slightest of frowns and was about to make a snappy retort, but Deadpool suddenly stepped in front of her, flexing his muscles.
His white eyes were narrowed dangerously.
"Have you even fucking seen her?" said Deadpool in a dark voice, gesturing back at Missy. "She's a fucking ten! An eleven even! A guy like you would be fucking lucky to have her. I sure as hell know I would. And you're calling us crazy…."
Missy gave a gulp.
"Go on…" continued Deadpool in a deadly voice. "Fuck off."
Jason gave an uneasy look at the intimidating Deadpool, before hurriedly turning on his heel, and heading off in the opposite direction.
"Oh and by the way," called Deadpool after him, cupping his hand around his spandex-covered mouth. "I made sure your car was towed. You'll find it at the city lot, hopefully being crushed into a cube right about now."
Deadpool turned back to Missy…. a grin plastered across his obscured features.
But Missy wasn't smiling back… her look was instead, one of worry.
Right now, her eyes were sad…
Pained…
Full of hurt…and loss…
She slowly took his gloved hand once more, staring at him for the longest of moments reassuringly.
"Can you take me home?…." she asked in a quiet voice, after what felt like a lifetime, staring up into his masked face, sadly. "…there's something I need to tell you.….about me…."
Sorry no Francis… but be patient. He'll get what's coming to him. And in the meantime, the next chapter….perhaps some truths will finally come out…
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