Missy felt like her legs were about to give out from underneath her.
This surely wasn't happening.
Wade was dead…
She breathed hard, her shoulders tensing, her eyes locked onto the masked figure stood before her.
Missy barely cared about the man holding a knife to her neck right now. All she was concerned about was the man that had lied to her….all this time.
"You told me…" she said, angry tears pricking at her eyes. "In that letter..…you lied to me…."
She saw Wade take a step forwards, her red suit squeaking slightly as he moved.
"I didn't….it's just…look, I'm an asshole. I should've-" he began but Missy cut across him, furiously pulling at her bonds.
"Yes you're a fucking asshole!" growled Missy. She could feel her blood boiling by the second. "I trusted you and you just….left us! After all you knew about us. What Scott had done, how we'd been hurt by that…..and your decision was to leave?!"
From their side Emily continued to cry, harder and louder now, as gunfire sounded all around.
Both Missy and Wade's eyes flickered over to the little girl.
"Oh, isn't this touching," said her shaven haired captor. "Like an episode of Jerry Springer."
But Missy was in no mood for this….she had been fucked around by these idiots for far too long.
"And you can shut the fuck up too," snarled Missy now turning her attention to the man Wade had called Francis. "You have my fucking daughter, you have a fucking knife to my throat, but don't you dare think you can patronise me!"
Missy was furious.
What the hell was it with these men?
She kicked her knee up suddenly, hearing a loud crunch as it collided squarely with Francis' testicles.
He barely flinched, merely staggering backwards a foot or two, but luckily dropping his knife to the ground…
Missy took her chance, using her other foot to kick the knife away, and hastily pull her wrist painfully from the cable tie holding her to the metal post.
Freeing one hand hurriedly, she looked over at the masked mercenary who was just standing there in shock, staring at her.
"Uh….you wanna go get our daughter, Asshole?!" she yelled loudly, still so angry with him.
Instantly Wade did as he was told….just as Francis looked up at Missy once again, smirking. His full attention on her now.
"Oh darling you have made a big, big mistake," he said with a dark chuckle, suddenly lunging forward once again and grabbing Missy by the hair roughly.
She let out a yelp of pain, trying as hard as she could to push him away with her one free hand…but it was no use.
But luckily for Missy, before she could take a breath, Wade had taken his chance, leaping forwards, towards the British man, his swords held aloft. And at this, Francis let go of her instantly.
Missy watched with a mixture of awe and horror as Wade, kitted out in red leather and spandex fought well, brandishing his two katanas as he did so.
This wasn't the Wade she had known…surely?
What had happened to him in these last ten months?
Missy leaned over, quickly tugging the second cable tie from her wrist, finally freeing herself, before running as fast as she could on her high-heels across the rooftop towards her daughter.
Missy, still in her tight pencil skirt, skidded on the asphalt-covered roof as Wade and the man named Francis fought nearby, and as bullets and blasts between Tony Stark and various snipers rained overhead.
She finally came to a stop, reaching the case Emily was trapped in and heaved it open quickly.
"Baby, its ok, Mommy's here. It's all going to be ok, I promise," said Missy, fumbling with the clasps, as her green eyes met with her daughter's.
The little girl instantly began to wail louder, trembling under Missy's grasp as she began to undo the straps on her ankles and arms.
"It's a-alright," Missy stuttered as she tried as best as she could to compose herself, pulling her daughter from the glass case and letting her gently to the ground. "There all better no-"
But before she could utter another word, she was thrown off her feet by a sudden body tumbling into hers.
She braced herself, waiting for the impact, but instead she felt a firm body, position itself between her and the ground, shielding her.
She rolled over, landing on the asphalt with a bump, but remained pretty much unscathed….blinking her eyes up at the man beside her.
It was Wade…
She heard him give a groan, his head turning towards hers….but to her horror she saw that Francis' knife was impaled through his chest…
"Wade!" she cried, her mouth hanging open as she scrabbled up, coming to lean over his spandex covered torso…
All this…..and she was going to lose him…again!?
Right now Missy couldn't tell if she was angry with him or devastated that he may slip out of her reach once again…for good this time.
Wade reached a gloved hand up to her face, and Missy allowed him to brush his fingers across her scratched and tear stained cheek…
"Can I just say…" said Wade, with a difficult gulp.
No, no, no…she couldn't lose him. Not now…
He paused, and Missy could tell that beneath his mask he was wincing with the pain.
"What?" asked Missy in a gentle voice, placing her own hand now, to his masked face in return. "What is it Wade?"
"Can I just say…" repeated the familiar voice of Wade Wilson. "…that your ass looks soooo fucking hot in that skirt."
Missy blinked…
She narrowed her eyes, suddenly peeling herself off of the masked mercenary.
"What?" she uttered in a dangerous voice.
But Wade lifted himself up onto his elbows and pulled the knife from his chest easily, covering his suit in splatters of blood.
Missy grimaced and scrabbled up and to her feet, staring at Wade in horror.
What the hell?
Just over the way, Missy noticed Steve and Tony now stood clutching Francis between them.
The gunfire was now over …..and despite the utter destruction that littered all around them, the rooftop was almost silent….calm.
But Missy was in fact, the opposite of calm right now.
At this moment she was furious…angry that both she and Emily had been caught up in all this.
She turned to Wade who had now got to his feet, standing just an inch or two away from her…
Missy breathed hard…her teeth gritted and her jaw clenched…
….as she stared up into Wade's white eyes….
The sound of her hand colliding with his masked cheek sounded across the silent rooftop like a gunshot…causing Steve, Tony and even Francis to wince.
"You left us Wade," said Missy angry tears sploshing down her cheeks, before she could stop herself. "Why did you leave us? Huh? What to run around playing superheroes while we have to get on with our lives thinking you were dead?! You utter asshole!"
Missy was shaking….
She was so so angry. Every bit of sorrow. Every bit of hurt and pain she had felt these last few months came boiling up in the form of fury.
None of this was fair. On her, or on Emily…
"I'm so fucking sorry," said Wade, in a low voice, quieter that he usually was, reaching out for her face with his gloved hand.
"Don't give me your sorrys Wade!" Missy shouted, pulling violently away from him. "I've just been held at knifepoint by some…freak! My daughter- OUR daughter, has just been tied up in some glass coffin…and you pull a knife out of you like it's nothing! Sorry won't cut it right now. But a fucking explanation will!"
Missy was serious. More serious than she had ever been.
"Listen…" said Wade causing Missy to roll her eyes, before he had even uttered the word. "I fucked up. BIG TIME. And I can't tell you how many months I've been trying to track down this mother-fucking asshole, so that I can be back with you again."
He let out a hard sigh.
"You were here…." uttered Missy through gritted teeth, poking at his spandex covered chest with her finger. "You came to my door for God's sake-"
"Baby, you need to understand.." said Wade, grasping her jabbing hand and stopping it in its tracks. "I'm not the same guy under here as you remember..."
Missy gave a gulp…her green eyes roving across his red mask.
"I loved you, Wade…" she uttered, trailing off as her voice began to break.
Right now she couldn't look at him anymore. Her heart breaking.
She was so torn…all she had dreamt of during these long months was a chance to see him again. But to find out he had been here the entire time and hadn't even bothered coming to see her and Emily.
It was as though history was repeating itself. First Scott, now Wade…
What was so wrong with them that no one wanted them?
Missy turned around, pulling away from him and wanting nothing more than to hold her daughter, right at this second.
But Emily, to Missy's surprise, had stopped crying and now had one finger in her mouth, staring up at the masked man before her.
Missy lifted her into her arms, pressing kiss to the top of her head warmly. Glad she was safe.
But to her surprise, Emily merely gave a giggle.. reaching her hands out over Missy's shoulder.
"Daddy I wan' cwuddle," came Emily's sudden voice, making grabby hands at Wade.
Missy gave a frown, wiping the tears from her own cheeks and gazing up, as Wade reached out and lifted Emily into his strong arms.
"Hey there, Chicken Little," he murmured in a playful tone as Emily reached up and toyed with the black leather patch at his shoulder. "I need you to congratulate you for being pretty much the bravest little girl I've ever fucking seen out there."
Emily stared at him for a moment, tilting her head questioningly, but she didn't say another word.
"Now…. Daddy has got to go and tell the bad man off, ok?" said Wade, jiggling her in his arms. "So you stay over here and be a good girl for your gorgeous Mommy."
Missy merely gave Wade a sad look, her eyes drifting from his, as he passed Emily to her once more.
But after he had done so, he lifted a hand to Missy's face.
"I'm not fucking you around here, I promise," he said with a meaningful nod. "I've made too many dick moves to do that to you again. So I'm gonna go and get my beautiful face back from the asshole who took it from me in the first place and then I'll be back. I fucking promise."
Missy stared at him long and hard before giving a difficult gulp, as Wade's hand drifted away and he turned on his heel marching over to Francis, who was stood, arms both gripped tightly by the two Avengers at his sides.
"I'm guessing Legolas and the cooler-version of Iron Man have less-Angry Rosie O'Donnell under control down there," said Wade loudly, causing Steve to scoff.
"Can't you ever just use people's real names," uttered Steve tiredly, shaking his blonde head, as Tony laughed.
"I think we need to teach you some superhero nickname etiquette, Ol' man Rogers," said Wade in a sing-song voice, before he turned his attention to the now smirking Francis. "But first….you. You're gonna reverse everything and fix the fuck out of this butter face-"
But before Wade could finish, Francis let out a loud chuckle, causing Missy's blood to run cold.
"You sure are a fucking idiot," he said shaking his shaven-head. "Are you fucking serious? You actually think there's a cure….for that?!"
Wade stopped suddenly in his tracks.
"What?" he murmured in a deadly voice, Missy could see that his shoulders were hunched and tense.
"You heard me," spat Francis. "There's. No. Cure. Fucking hell. You're stupider than I thought."
Missy saw Wade suddenly look skyward and let out a pained cry, as everyone around remained silent, even Emily.
"So you mean to say," began Wade, after a brief moment, anger and distress growing I n his voice. "After all this, you can't actually fix me? Because if that's the case, then why the fuck am I keeping you alive?"
Suddenly Wade produced a gun from his person and held it up to Francis' face.
"Whoah, whoah!" said Steve and Tony simultaneously. "Stand down soldier!"
But Wade's masked face was twisted up into a dark grimace.
"Any last words?" he murmured, removing the safety on his weapon.
"Yeah," said Francis grinning, despite his own impending doom, of which he could do nothing to change. "What's my name?"
But Wade took a step forwards, holding the gun aloft.
"Who fucking cares."
Wade watched as Francis went limp in Steve's and Tony's clutches, as a spurt of blood, brains and viscera exited out of the back of his skull.
The two Avengers immediately let go of him, and his body slumped to the ground.
It was over.
It was all finally over.
But for Wade there was no happy ending.
He had fucked everything up…and now….well it would be better for everyone if he had died of cancer.
He hated himself….he despised his own face….and now there was no way he could be with Missy.
Neither she, nor Emily, would love him looking like this.
He was unlovable….a mere monster.
He bowed his masked head low….not wanting to turn around…to look at the faces of the two most beautiful creatures in the world.
It was too painful for him now.
So he would go….disappear…for good this time.
So it wasn't surprising that Wade jumped slightly as he felt a warm hand slip perfectly into his….
Fingers entwining with his oh-no naturally….
Wade Wilson gazed up, staring now into the face of the woman he loved…more than anything…and the tiny girl in her arms.
But this time it was Missy's turn to reach out and touch his spandex covered chest gently….her fingers tracing over the place where a stab wound should have been.
Suddenly she gazed up into his eyes… her own green orbs glassy and full of tears.
"Wade…." she said after what felt like an eternity, as Wade's breath caught in his throat. "….take us home…."
Sorry I haven't updated in a long while. I'm just losing motivation. But at least I can get back to my own plots now.
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