Missy shoved open the door to her apartment…not daring to turn around.
Worried that if she did, Wade might be gone again.
So Missy, exhausted, bruised, with clothes covered in blood, strutted across the living room on her high heels, clutching her teeny daughter to her chest.
"We're gonna take a bath," she uttered her voice breaking slightly as she glanced up at Wade, who was still stood there in his full Deadpool outfit, mask and all.
It was the first thing either of them had said to one another since they had left the docks and Missy found herself trembling as the words spilled out of her mouth.
"Please don't go anywhere…" she continued, her eyes pleading and sad. "…okay?"
Wade was silent for a moment before he spoke.
"I'm not fucking leaving your gorgeous ass again," he said firmly, shaking his masked head.
Missy didn't know whether to laugh or cry….and so, she merely disappeared off into the bathroom, with Emily giving Wade a happy wave over her shoulder as she did so….as if nothing at all had happened this morning.
But it had, Missy knew it had…
She was tired, bruised and dirty…
Her wrists were red and raw from where she had been tied up and she hadn't even looked at how bad the deep gash at her neck was…
All she knew was that her formally crisp white blouse was now covered in her own ruby red blood.
Emily was wet…. Missy could feel that she had soaked through her pyjama pants…
"Let's get you out of these clothes, ok sweetie?" said Missy, setting the toddler down onto the toilet seat lid and beginning to peel off her sodden and dirty leggings.
Leaning over, she turned on the bath taps as several lone tears streaked themselves down her cheeks…unable to stop them any longer.
Missy closed her eyes as she washed the dirt… and the grime… and the dried blood from her body.
Emily was already out, sitting on the bathmat with a gigantic bath towel wrapped around her, giving a little yawn.
Missy knew she didn't have long to dwell on her own suffering when she had a child to take care of.
She was her priority…nothing else.
So Missy let the water wash all her worries away down the plug hole, wrapping her own body now, in a large fluffy white towel.
"I tired," said Emily from the floor, giving another yawn.
Missy pursed her lips, securing her towel. "Come on then," she said in a gentle tone, lifting the little girl up into her arms. "Let's get you into bed."
Wade stood in Missy's living room….a room he knew so well….and yet the last time he was here…it felt like a lifetime ago.
He had wanted nothing more in this entire fucking universe to be back here with the two women he loved more than anything. But now that he was, he couldn't help but feel worried…
He had fucked everything up, and now, to find out after all these months that he would never be able to reverse what had been done to him….it was torture.
Missy wouldn't love him looking like this….he was a freak….a fucking monster.
Wade moved over to the window and stared out looking at the bright late morning sky…they'd be better off without him. That was the truth.
He had almost gotten them killed today….and he'd curse himself if anything else ever happened to them.
"Hey," came a sudden voice from behind him causing him to swing around.
Her stomach lurched as he came face-to-face with her…
With the woman he had left…all alone.
Missy was standing there…looking as nervous as he felt.
Her hair was damp, hanging loose around her shoulders, and she had on a lilac robe…and to Wade, she looked as gorgeous as ever….
No, perhaps even more gorgeous than he remembered her being.
"Hey," he uttered, taking a cautious step toward her, his eyes roving across her delicate features.
What the fuck was he supposed to say to her now?
He had promised her he would take her home….he had promised her he wouldn't go anywhere….but was it terrible that he just felt like running away right now?
"You're hurt…" he murmured, taking in the mark where the knife had cut into her neck.
But Missy's eyes drifted down to the floor, away from his.
"I'm fine, I'm just...I'm fine, really," she said in a quiet voice.
Wade took another step closer to her. He didn't believe her for a second. He had put the two of them through shit…how could she ever be fine after that?
But Missy looked up into his eyes once more.
It was a second or two before she spoke again.
"Why did you leave us, Wade?" she said, her shoulders slumping slightly and her eyes filling with tears. "You told me…in that letter…..you said you had cancer….that you were dying…was that a lie?"
Wade gave a frown.
He'd fucked everything and he knew it. But right now, he could see first-hand how much pain and anguish he had caused her….
The merc shook his head.
"I was dying. I had cancer…well technically, I still have it but…..it's complicated…" he said trailing off and running a gloved hand down his masked face.
"I don't care if it's complicated Wade, just explain…" said Missy, tears filling her eyes. "Normally I can't get you to shut up and yet now you won't even talk to me…"
She was angry and Wade couldn't blame her for that.
He let out a long sigh, and hung his head, not wanting to look at her right now.
It was time for the truth.
"I didn't want to put you through that….seeing me with a disease that was too far gone to cure…I knew I'd be a fucking mess by the end and didn't want to inflict that on you and Em in any fucking way. So I left and took an opportunity that was given to me. Only it wasn't a fucking opportunity… it was, to paraphrase Mr Taylor Swift 'a fucking nightmare dressed like a fucking daydream'. But on the plus-side it left me with some shitty fucking superpowers, so there's that..…"
His voice was upbeat, but inside, Wade was feeling anything but.
Missy paused, not saying anything for a moment, before she moved towards him on bare feet, stopping just a foot away from him.
She touched his suit again….letting her fingers drift over the place where a knife had been impaled just a few hours ago…
"You were hurt…and now you're not…." she murmured, titling her head and staring up into his masked face. "I mean…how is that possible?"
Wade paused, giving a shrug, his gloved hands coming up and grasping her hand in his own.
"Like I said….I'm not the same guy under here as you remember," he said in a sad voice, breathing hard. "And now there's no changing that…..fuck….I shouldn't be with you here…..not anymore….you and Em…..you're both too fucking good for me and you always will be…."
Wade Wilson knew that was the truth, but before he could even open his mouth to finish, a sudden voice cut across his.
"Ok," said Missy, her voice wavering slightly as she spoke, her fingers entwining with his. "Something happened to you…..I saw that….a-and you don't have to tell me what right now….I just need to know if you're back for good now…..or if you're going to leave us again? I need to know that Wade…ok? Not only for me but for Emily too."
Missy glanced down at the floor as a tear slid its way down her cheek, before her gaze suddenly flickered back up to his once more.
" We missed you….a-and I'm hurting now….but if you stay, you can make that better again. You say you're different now…a-and that you're not the man I remember…but….-"
She gave a difficult gulp as more tears spilled down her smooth cheeks.
"We loved you…. And we still do, Wade. So…..just answer me one thing…..do you love us back?"
Wade stared at her for the longest moment. Taking in every ounce of hurt and pain that was reflected on her features.
And it was in that moment he knew that he didn't want to run…or hide…he wanted to give her her answer.
Wade reached up with his gloved hand and swiped at her tear-strewn cheek with her thumb, lifting her gaze to meet his own white eyes.
Missy looked at him expectantly, her lips pursed, her green eyes questioning.
Fuck she was intimidating right now, even without her usual skyscraper high-heels. But her features were soft and nervous...
She lifted a hand, her slender fingers reaching for his masked cheek.
But before he even realised what he was doing Wade flinched away from her.
Missy immediately retracted her hand, looking a little hurt, her eyes flickering downwards to the floor
"I'm sor-" she started.
"Don't you dare be fucking sorry," said Wade in a serious tone, suddenly placing a hand to her chin and causing her to stare up at him. "I fucking love you. Both of you. Like I've told you a million times over, I've been crazy about you since I first caught sight of you out there in that hallway. The two of you are literally my fucking world. But behind this mask….fuck…."
Why was he doing this….he knew what he needed to do…
Without another word Wade lifted his hand to the back of his head and tore off the mask revealing his red and scarred features.
His dark chocolate eyes held her gaze for less than a second before he tore them away….ashamed….
Missy gave an inward gasp and stared up at the man she once knew…
….at his scarred features…
…at his sad gaze, as his eyes, that flickered away from hers…full of shame and hurt…and pain…
"It's your call…" said Wade in a broken voice. "…I wouldn't blame you if you told me to go, and never come back…"
Missy's heart tore in two, right then.
What had happened to him in the ten months he had been away? Did it even matter now?
All she knew was that this was the man who had been there for them….who loved her and cared for her daughter like she was his own….the man who would do anything to protect them both…
And she loved him. She still loved him. No matter what he looked like.
It would take some getting used to….but none of this made him any less the Wade Wilson she knew.
So Missy pressed herself into him, causing his sorrowful eyes to look up at hers, but they only lingered there for a second before Missy leaned forwards…..
….her soft lips brushing his….
And with that, she kissed him…so so desperately…full of want….full of need…..full of love for the man she had missed….
It took a second for Wade to even react….before his own scarred lips began to gently move against hers.
There they remained for a few seconds, before Missy finally pulled away.
She looked up into Wade's eyes and bit at her lip, catching her breath. But her hands were still pressed up against his firm torso, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
"Fuck….I missed that…." uttered Wade, his face full of longing. "That and the sex of course…"
His words caused Missy to smile. She felt herself relaxing slightly, for the first time all morning.
"Of course," she said faux-seriously.
Wade grinned, causing tiny wrinkles to appear at the corners of his eyes.
There was still a lot for Missy to process but right now she felt happier than she had done in months.
"Unless you'd prefer Steve Rogers?" he said in a goading tone, his eyes shining with a warm light. "I mean I can see why you'd fall for Captain oh-so-fucking-perfect. With his great hair and perfect bone structure-"
But before he could finish Missy had pulled him to her and kissed him again.
She felt the merc smile into her mouth, giving a chuckle, before Missy tore her lips away from him once more.
She took a step back and rolled her eyes.
"Don't even get me started on Steve Rogers…" she said with a relieved sigh. "I mean he's nice and everything, but he doesn't have a kinky red-leather suit and a penchant for using very, very bad language."
Wade gazed at her in awe, raising a non-existent eyebrow. "You think my outfit's kinky?" he said in a playful voice, suddenly grabbing Missy by the thighs and lifting her. "That's very interesting."
She gave a smile wrapping her legs around his waist and tangling her arms around his neck.
She could feel a heat growing inside her, and despite how worried he was about what he looked like, his charm and smart mouth had certainly won her over.
Missy lowered her chin, her lips hovering over his….just as there came a tiny voce from their side.
"Mommy, watchu doin' wif Waydee?" came the soft, sleepy voice of Emily.
Both Missy and Wade turned their heads simultaneously towards Emily's open bedroom door where the tiny girl now stood, staring up at the pair of them, mouth agape.
Missy gave a gulp, as Wade instantly let go of her thighs dropping her gently to the ground, and began to scrabble around for his mask that lay abandoned on the floor behind them.
Missy knew what he was worried about…
That Emily would be frightened of the sight of him looking the way he did.
But as he bent down to pick up his mask, Emily was already at his side, squatted down on her chubby little legs peering up at him.
"I drawed pikshur!" she said in a cheery voice, brandishing a piece of paper in front of Wade's nose.
"Sweetie I thought you were asleep," said Missy carefully.
But Emily ignored her, instead staring directly into Wade's red and scarred face, her mouth hanging open.
Missy half expected her to scream or run and hide…but to her surprise, the tiny girl just paused for the slightest of moments before giving a frown.
"Waydee," she uttered bossily, grasping his gloved hand with her pudgy digits. "Luk at my pikshur!"
It seemed as the though the toddler was, in fact, more concerned with her own doings, than what Wade looked like.
To her it was obviously the same old Wade. Of course it was. She had recognised him even with a mask on, so why would a this be any different?
Wade did as he was told, crouching beside the little girl, as she began to try and clamber onto his lap, staring at the drawing.
"That me," said Emily proudly, pointing to the figures she had drawn. "That Mommy wif the pwetty hair….and that Daddy, wif tha' gun."
Missy gave an instantly frown, suddenly peering over Wade's shoulder to see that Emily had drawn a smiling Wade in full Deadpool costume, mask and all, holding out a large oversized gun in his hand.
Missy's eyes widened as she snatched up the picture.
"I look like a total badass," said Wade , placing his arm around Emily and tugging her close. "Great job….but maybe work on some bigger biceps next time. Daddy needs someother guns, if you catch me drift."
But Missy gave a loud groan. "Way to go Wade," she said brandishing the paper irritably. "See what you've done now. You've scarred her for life."
Wade gave a frown and got to his feet, Emily still in his arms. But before he had the chance to argue back, Emily spoke.
"Wen I growd up, can I av' gun pswease, if I bin gud?" said asked, batting her little green eyes up at Wade and toying with the zip at his neck with her chubby fingers.
Wade looked down at her proudly.
"Sure. We can start you off on something small…nice and compact-" he said dreamily, as Missy cut across him sternly.
"You are not letting her have a gun, Wade!" she said in an incredulous voice.
Wade gave a scowl. "Pfft, spoilsport."
But Missy merely rolled her eyes.
"She's your daughter too," she retorted, shaking her head and pointing a finger at him threateningly. "And I swear, if she even gets as much as a sniffle on your watch-"
"Oh baby, please say you'll slip into a kinky leather costume to match mine, and spank me. Pretty please?" he uttered in a playful tone, causing Missy to tut.
"Maybe I should have agreed to date Steve Rogers after all," she said in a sarcastic tone, folding her arms over her chest.
But Wade merely grinned and leaned in close to Missy, his scarred lips grazing her ear…
"Why would you want to date Steve Rogers when you can date the hell out of Daddy Deadpool instead?" said Wade, in a husky voice into her ear. "And let me just say, these super regenerating powers of mine can definitely come in handy later tonight in you catch my drift…"
Missy looked up at him tutting, but a small smirk played its way across her lips.
"That mean you're staying over tonight then?" she asked raising an arched eyebrow in his direction.
Wade gave a smile.
"Unless you'd prefer me back across the hallway, Momma-Bear?"
Thanks to you all for reading this story. I may do an epilogue soon. I'm not sure. I'll see how I'm feeling after the weekend.
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I'd love to hear what you thought about this chapter though? Writing Deadpool is waaaaay more different than writing Wade in my eyes. I find Deadpool a bit more all over the place with his speech patterns. Does anyone else agree? Although I do think (as one reviewer suggested) than Missy is a different influence on Wade than the other movie characters (Vanessa etc). Anyway please do let me know what you thought. Thanks for reading, guys. I really appreciate it. More than you know.
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