"S-Scott? W-What are you doing here?" uttered Missy, her face full of shock, her heart pounding inside her ribcage.
This couldn't be happening. He couldn't be here….
Scott. The man she had loved…what felt like a lifetime ago.
The man who had left her and his own daughter because he they went good enough for him. Because they weren't perfect enough.
Scott, who had dark hair and the most piercing blue eyes, stared up at her smirking.
He leaned up against the doorframe, almost holding himself up.
He was drunk. Really drunk.
His eyes were slightly glazed, and even from here Missy could smell the overpowering scent of whisky on his breath.
He moved his weight from foot to foot, trying to focus on her.
"I see you've moved on," he uttered in a low, slurred voice, letting out a cocky smirk. "I would say this looks like a nice place,but-"
He trailed off as his eyes took in the less-than modern shared hallway, with it's red threadbare carpet and peeling walls.
Missy gulped, trying to keep herself from bursting into tears.
"What are you doing here, Scott?" she repeated.
After all this time what was he doing here? And in this state too?
"I just saw you around," he said with a shrug, blinking at her a couple of times, that smug-smile still there. "Thought we should...catch up…"
He looked over her shoulder and into her apartment.
"… Really though, I'm surprised this was all you could manage. Thought you'd have tried to make something of yourself after all this time?" he said snidely. "Or did me leaving you, really hit you that hard?"
He let out a cruel laugh that cut through Missy like a knife.
His sour, stale breath wafted over her as he lowered his blue eyes so that they bored into hers.
Missy began to tremble. But she wasn't going to be that easy to take down.
"You left us Scott," snapped Missy loudly, finding her voice. "Me and Emily. You told us you didn't want us anymore. W-What did you expect would happen? T-That I would go off and find myself a billionaire husband and move to a mansion in Beverley Hills?"
But Scott barely reacted to her outburst, merely giving her another sneering, dismissive look.
He licked his lips.
"And yet instead, you you find yourself some fucking lowlife piece of trash to fuck instead. How apt. You're pretty pathetic you know that?" he spat, swaying about slightly on the spot.
At this, Missy's heart broke. Even after this time she could feel Scott getting under her skin, provoking her, taunting her. And it was working, whatever this little game of his was.
Missy felt all that confidence, all that pride and ferociousness she had built up over this past couple of years, come crashing down around her.
"…Letting him look after our daughter?" Scott continued, shaking his head disapprovingly.
But at this, Missy's eyes snapped up towards his.
She gave a growl.
"Our daughter?" she said suddenly. "Our daughter?! She's my daughter, Scott! You never wanted her, you have nothing to do with her. Wade's more of a father to her than you've ever been. Don't you dare even talk about her!"
Missy was breathing hard, her teeth gritted, her chest rising and falling heavily.
But Scott did nothing but stare back, giving her a hollow smile.
He paused for a second. His eyes travelling over Missy's furious features, but he knew her too well….
He suddenly took a step towards her, his face a mere inch from her own.
"She'll always be mine, you realise that?" he said, as Missy felt his hot breath upon her face. "Don't fucking kid yourself that you could ever find anyone better than me. You and that Wade guy deserve each other. And, with what's wrong with that kid, you're lucky you found anyone at all-"
The sound of Missy's hand suddenly colliding with Scott's cheek, reverberated through the otherwise silent corridor.
"Get the fuck out of here Scott," said Missy, teeth bared.
No one, in the world was allowed to talk about Emily like that. No one.
She shoved him backwards with all her strength.
She hated him. With very breath in her body she hated him.
Missy almost half expected Scott to lash out, angry, almost bracing herself for the it never came.
Instead the blue eyed man merely dragged himself to his feet, righting himself, and laughed.
Which somehow was worse...
He blinked heavily at her, her gaze roving across Missy's features.
"See you around... Melissa," he said,grinning a poisonous grin, before suddenly turning around on the spot and heading back down the staircase, and out of sight.
Missy stood there heart pounding,merely staring at the spot that Scott had vacated just a few seconds ago….until she finally, after an age, heard the door downstairs slam shut, three flights down.
It was only then did Missy carefully close her own front door, giving a gulp.
And when she had shut out the world and more importantly Scott, Missy then placed her shaking hands to her face and burst into tears, sliding down the wooden door and collapsing to the floor in shattering sobs.
"Hey we're back. And someone is ready for bed," came Wade's sing-song voice as he shoved open that same front door no more than five minutes later. "In fact, she complained she was sleepy the moment we got to the grocery store and pretty much zonked out as soon as I lifted her up."
Wade who was holding Emily against his chest with one hand, and held a large brown paper bag full of ice cream and chocolate milk in the other, gazed around the quiet apartment.
He gave a frown and he pushed the front door gently shut behind him.
"Missy?" he called in a hushed tone, moving into the empty living room.
Still nothing.
Placing Emily gently down onto the couch and stroking back her tuft of brown hair from her face, he stood up straight and walked over towards the kitchen, that frown line still lingering between his brows.
The place was eerily quiet...
"Hey," came a sudden voice from behind him and Wade turned to see Missy coming out of her bedroom, smiling.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
He didn't trust this neighborhood one bit sometimes.
But there was something different about Missy tonight, something about the way she held herself, something about the way she couldn't quite seem to catch his eye…
Wade titled his head slightly, trying to read her, but at this moment, it was like she had closed herself off to him…
She merely gave a bright smile, nudging his shoulder playfully and taking the grocery bag from him.
"She does look zonked," Missy said, giving a chuckle, and glancing over at the sleeping Emily, before moving off towards the kitchen.
But Wade caught her arm gently, stopping her in her tracks.
"You ok?" he asked her, his eyes roving over face. He could see that her eyes were slightly red.
Had she been crying?
Fuck.
But Missy merely smiled and gave a stretch, pulling her arm gently from his grasp.
"I'm fine," she said, standing up straight and pressing a quick kiss to Wade's stubby cheek. "Just tired is all. Right, so shall we go watch a movie or something, I can tell you aaaaaall about SHIELD and how I swear I caught a glimpse of Captain America's butt going into the elevator earlier?"
Wade grinned, but inside his heart was pounding fast. There was something wrong and he knew it.
But he would play along...for now.
He looped his arm around Missy' shoulder tugging her into him.
"Oh fuck yes, tell me everything, Mama Bear..."
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