Wade Wilson stood on the empty bridge humming lightly to himself…. as he doused the asphalt with gasoline.

Today he was in a good mood.

Much improved on two nights ago at least. For today he had a plan.

The merc swivelled around on the spot and admired his work, pulling a box of matches from his pocket.

Oh, a very good fucking plan indeed.


Missy gave a sigh.

It was Saturday and despite Steve Rogers saying that he would pick them up by 2, over two hours later and there was still no sign of the star spangled Avenger.

Missy who had got herself and her daughter dressed up in almost matching pretty blue dresses, had by now kicked off her patent nude heels and had taken to finish off folding her mountain of laundry instead.

It was no surprise to her that Steve had not turned up.

He had most likely changed his mind anyway, for why would anyone want to hang out with a single mom and her daughter on the weekend.

One part of her was, of course, relived that Steve hadn't showed. Perhaps she wasn't ready to date anyway.

But deep down inside, the caramel-blonde woman couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

She had gotten dressed up for nothing and so had Emily.

The little toddler was now sat on the couch drawing with thick brightly coloured crayons and didn't seem to mind that she wouldn't be going for lunch today. Missy had made her a sandwich instead so the toddler didn't seem to care either way.

But maybe after Wade this was just destined to be her life now. A life of endless laundry and watching TV.

Would anything else even compare anyway?

"Mind if I turn on the TV, baby?" asked Missy, placing down the sheet she was folding and leaning over to speak to her daughter.

Emily looked up at Missy, little mouth agape, and shook her head.

"I colorin'" she uttered, brandishing her sheet of paper proudly.

Missy smiled and stroked her daughter's soft cheek.

"That looks really pretty, sweetie-pie," said Missy gently, grasping up the remote with her other hand and flipping on the TV.

The news was the first thing to appear on the screen, but Missy, not really paying attention, turned, picking up a pair of Emily's leggings from the laundry pile.

"...the reports of a masked man wreaking havoc in downtown New York are still coming in this afternoon," came the voice of a stern news reporter behind her. "The man, wearing a red and black suit, has been hunted down by several members of the team known as 'The Avengers' but so far, none have been successful in bringing this vigilante down…"

Missy frowned to herself, swinging around to see blurry footage of a man in a red mask pointing angrily at a figure running towards him.

A figure she recognised very well…

Missy stared, her mouth falling open as she saw Steve Rogers in full Captain America garb, launching his shield at the masked man's head.

This had to be the infamous Deadpool, Steve kept mentioning.

Missy watched intently, as the masked man dodged out of the way of the Cap's shield, before squaring up with the tall blonde Avenger.

She blinked a couple of times, staring at the screen, having what was almost like the strangest sense of deja-vu…

But it can't have been.

She hadn't known Steve that long, and she had certainly never met this Deadpool guy before…

But before Missy could dwell on this any further, there came a sudden knock upon her front door, causing her to tear her eyes away from the TV.

Missy jumped out of her skin, but Emily, likely having not heard anything, continued with her colouring, nonplussed.

Missy tossed down the leggings, clutching at her heart, hoping it would resume pounding at its normal pace.

Cautiously she headed over towards the front door, brushing herself down before opening it.

It was then that Missy's eyes widened as she took in the figure stood on the other side.

"Steve?" she said, the tiniest frown line appearing between her eyes as she looked the blonde-avenger up and down.

Steve Rogers was standing there in a smart pale blue shirt and jeans, looking out of breath and red in the face, looking entirely like he had just run here.

And in his arms, was a perhaps the most gigantic bunch of flowers Missy had ever laid eyes on.

Steve peered at her with apologetic-looking blue eyes.

"I am so so sorry," he uttered shaking his head.

Missy couldn't help but smile.

Steve usually looked so composed and neat, but right now, he looked run-ragged.

She pursed her lips, trying to hold in a laugh.

"These are for you," he said holding the flowers out towards her. "As way of an apology."

Jeez.

He really was a nice guy wasn't he?

"Thanks," said Missy taking the amazing-smelling bouquet and doubting she even had a vase large enough to fit them in.

She paused for a second, blinking up at the Captain with large green eyes.

"I won't blame you if you never want to see me again," said Steve in a sorry voice. "I should have called-"

"Do you want to come in?" said Missy suddenly, cocking an eyebrow at him, and cutting across his sentence. "For a coffee or something?"

Steve was silent for a long moment or two, before his handsome face cracked into a relived smile.

"That'd be great," he said with a nod.

Missy's eyes dropped downwards as she headed back inside, propping the flowers up on her sideboard, feeling Steve following close behind her.

She wondered what he would make of her tiny apartment.

Surely it was nothing compared to his brand new living-quarters in the SHIELD base.

Suddenly Missy reddened, feeling completely embarrassed about the pile of laundry that was now sitting on her dining room table.

Almost instantly, she strutted over and gathered up the pile of unfolded clothes.

"S-Sorry," she uttered in a hurried voice. "I was just-"

But Steve merely shut the door quietly behind him and gave a wide smile.

"Nice place," he said with a nod.

His voice was earnest and there was no hint of sarcasm, and Missy, for the first time since his arrival, found herself relaxing slightly.

She dumped the clothes on her bed quickly before reappearing in the living room once again.

Steve was stood in the centre of the room gazing about fondly, as his eyes suddenly landed on Emily.

The tiny toddler obviously hadn't heard Steve at the door.

"Emily," said Missy cautiously taking few short steps towards her daughter and leaning over the back of the couch, stroking the little girls brown hair. "You want to say hi to Steve?"

It was a second or two before Missy's teeny daughter peered up at Steve, craning her little neck to look at him.

She blinked once.

Then twice.

Almost as if hoping for a second, that the tall, blonde man before her was someone else….

Before she gave a tiny huff, looking away disinterestedly and going back to her colouring.

Missy gulped and glanced at Steve.

"Sorry," she uttered biting her lip. "She's just a bit shy."

But Steve merely smiled that warm smile of his.

"No worries, I think I was just like that when I was a kid. Didn't want to know unless someone had candy or a set of marbles to play with."

Missy smiled back softly, staring at him.

He was so so different to Wade.

In so many ways.

Missy remembered the way in which Wade had pretty much burst into her life and teased her from the off.

He certainly hadn't been as charming or as nice as Steve was….

But maybe that was not what Missy liked.

Maybe she liked the teasing and the nicknames and the swearing…

Perhaps she had just liked Wade better…

He had been hers and she had been his.

And that was the way it should have always been…

But her own preferences weren't Steve's fault.

She needed to give him a chance at least…

"Again, sorry for earlier," said Steve suddenly braking Missy from her thoughts. "You look lovely, by the way. Both of you."

He rubbed the back of his neck nervously as Missy gulped, feeling her face flush slightly.

Again her thoughts flitted back to Wade.

"It's fine," said Missy giving an easy shrug. "I saw you on the news. Looks like you were kinda busy."

But Steve gave a frown, placing his hands on his hips.

"It was that Deadpool again," he said scornfully. "The guy's a menace to society. It seems like for some reason he's trying to get my attention. He even wrote my name in gasoline this morning and threatened to set the entire city on fire until I came to talk to him."

Missy raised a single eyebrow.

"I don't know what his problem is," carried on Steve, shaking his head and giving a sigh. "It's like he just wants me to waste my time chasing him around the city while he smart-mouths me the entire time. And his use of bad language is appalling, by the way…"

Missy smiled, trying not to chuckle, but Steve caught her look.

"I know, I know," he said rolling his eyes and smirking. "I'm an old man…."

Missy looked at him innocently, her lips twitching up into a grin.

"I didn't say anything," she muttered tearing her eyes away and raising her hands in defeat.

But it was Steve's turn to give a chuckle.

"So," said Missy after a moment or two, continuing. "Did you manage to catch him in the end? This Deadpool guy?"

Steve, for the slightest of seconds looked a little embarrassed, running hand through his blonde hair.

"Actually…Clint said he would try and head him off while I got away," said the Captain in a nervous voice. "I'd already told him I had plans today…with you."

Steve stared at Missy almost meaningfully.

But she couldn't do this….

Not yet anyway….

Missy gave a gulp tearing her eyes swiftly away.

"Coffee!" she blurted out, before she could stop herself, immediately reddening.

Steve looked a little startled for an instant before giving her a slow nod.

"Sure," he breathed, looking a little disappointed. As though the word 'coffee' was not what he had hoped would come from her lips.

Missy gave anther difficult gulp and hurried off into her tiny kitchen.

It was only when she had manged to make it around the corner and out of sight of Steve did she let out a long sigh of air, finally breathing normally again.

What was wrong with her?

Here was a normal, lovely guy just taking some interest in her…

And yet Missy couldn't even bring herself to prolonged eye contact between herself and the avenger….let alone anything more….

She hurriedly grabbed two mugs from the drainer and filled them with hot black coffee.

Right now Missy was so conflicted.

So confused….

She quickly strutted back into the living room on bare feet to find Steve now sat on the sofa, a space away from Emily.

He was peering at the toddler with a warm smile upon his face, his fingers linked before him.

Emily meanwhile was sat in her little blue giraffe leggings and blue dress, jabbering away.

She was pointing to the piece of paper in her hand.

"This mai Mommy wif tha blon' hair and this me wif tha brown hair," she said clearly.

In that moment, Missy was so proud of how he daughter was developing..

If only Wade could see her now.

"And who's that?" said Steve gently.

But there was a since as Emily peered down at the picture, finishing off part of Missy's blue dress with her crayon.

She obviously hadn't heard him.

Since her brush with the hospital last year again, Missy and Emily had gone ahead with their sign language, not wanting to try out hearing-aids again.

The toddler was improving in that area by the day, but her hearing was only worsening if truth be told.

Most days Missy or Janey's voice would have to be the only noise in the room for her even to hear them from close by.

And even then, she would have to be paying attention…

"Sorry," said Missy pursing her lips together as she stepped forwards into the room, placing a mug of coffee down in front of Steve. "S-She's partially deaf. S-She has trouble hearing sometimes-"

"Noh I don'!" came Emily's sudden voice as she looked up at Missy, her tiny mouth agape. "I finish Waydee in minit'. He not reddy yet."

With that, Emily pointed to a third figure on her piece of paper. A tall figure with short hair and a red checked jacket.

"That mai Daddy," she said, brandish the paper towards Steve bossily. "An' that duk."

She also pointed at hastily coloured duck on the corner of the page.

Missy smiled, almost rolling her eyes.

Emily certainly had adopted Wade's sassiness, that was for sure!

But suddenly, before any of them could say another word, there came a loud knock upon the front door.

Funny…. Missy certainly wasn't expecting anyone else today.

Steve glanced up at her questioningly, but Missy gave a cool sniff and headed over to the front door.

Whoever if was, she could just tell them to go away…

And so with that, Missy hurled open the front door…

….before stopping suddenly in her tracks….

...coming unceremoniously face-to-face with a man in a red and black mask.


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