Day-times were always a slow time for Weasel.
Sister Margaret's only really got a couple of regulars in, in what he called the 'hangover hours'.
But today was different….
Weasel glanced up from his usual position, leant up against the bar, playing Rollercoaster Tycoon on his cell phone, as five weapon- wielding figures strutted in that afternoon.
The four men and one woman, looked around smugly as a few of the more reliable regular's eyed them up, scraping back their chairs ready for a fight.
"Can I help you ladies," said Weasel in a dark voice, as he pushed his glasses further up his nose.
The guy up front, with a shaved head and a wide grin, gave a nod.
"Oh, I do hope so," he uttered in a smart British accent. "I heard you might be able to point me in the direction of a friend of mine. Name of Wade Wilson."
Weasel gave a visible gulp.
Fuck. It was so typical of Wade to get him into trouble like this.
The ugly avocado mother-fucker.
"Sorry, I don't know the name," retorted Weasel staring back at the British man with contempt on his face.
But the man merely gave an easy smile as the woman beside him with a steely expression, made her way around the bar and over towards Weasel.
Weasel flinched and made to duck aside as the woman made for his throat, but instead she merely plucked a small photograph from the fridge behind Weasel.
"I know this girl," she said in a low voice, brandishing the picture towards the smug British guy, who suddenly looked pleased. "She works for SHEILD. She was there when they took me in a couple of months ago."
Weasel frowned. It was the photo of Wade, Missy and her daughter that he had put up behind here a long, long time ago now.
But the man merely laughed.
"SHIELD huh? Mmmm, our friend Wade certainly has friends in dangerous places…" he uttered. "Oh and look. She's even got a kid we can use as leverage. How quaint!"
He looked practically cheerful as he threw Weasel a wave.
"Thanks for the info on our friend Mr Wilson," he uttered. "We'll be seeing you."
And with that, the five figures headed off out of the bar without another word.
Weasel gave a huff and reached for his cell once again, dialling Wade's number.
But it went to voicemail….
It was a Monday evening and Missy was certainly looking forward to a couple of days at home, just her and Emily.
She had just finished up and work and now had two days off to enjoy.
But despite her cheery mood, Missy still had something lingering on her mind.
Since Saturday, she had not been able to get the blank stare of the masked-man known as Deadpool, out of her head.
What had been with that guy?
She hadn't seen Steve since but knew that he had been hard at work across town this morning, taking down a group of drug smugglers with the help of Tony Stark.
Missy had thought about emailing him, to say thank you for Saturday, but thought better of it. She still wasn't sure how she felt about Steve Rogers coming over for 'coffee' anyway.
She almost felt like she was betraying Wade somehow….but unfortunately she knew deep down that her tall, stupidly-handsome neighbour was now long gone.
Tonight Missy had just arrived home, having said goodbye to Janey and busied herself with digging from fresh groceries out of the fridge.
Emily was stood in the doorway watching her, large fluffy bunny stuffed under her arm.
"Watchu doin', Mommy?" she asked peering up at Missy, one finger in her mouth.
Missy glanced over and smiled at her daughter.
"I thought we could make pizzas together, and then stay up and have a movie night," said the caramel-blonde woman in a kind voice.
Missy had been looking ford to a night like this for ages, where she and Emily could cuddle up underneath a blanket on the sofa and snuggle. Just the two of them.
But to her dismay she was met with a little frowny face from her teeny daughter.
"Noh, I nat hungry tonighh," said the little girl, rubbing her sock across the kitchen floor before her, making it grubby. "I wan' ta go to the park."
Missy let out a small huff.
Emily aaaaalways did this. It seemed like 'No' was her favourite word of late.
"The park?" said Missy giving her daughter a look. "But it's going to be dark soon, baby."
But at this Emily gave a grumpy little huff. This was not what the four year-old wanted to hear.
"I naat eatin' tonighh," she said in a bossy voice, jutting her bottom lip out. "I wanta go out!"
Missy shook her head, tutting and wondered if Emily had these kind of tantrums when Janey was about.
"Emily-" she began, but the toddler stamped up and down on her pink socked-feet..
"Noh!" cried the tiny girl. "Noh, I wanta go owtside!"
Missy frowned, turning away from her daughter and rolling her eyes. This was the last thing she needed right now.
She sighed.
Maybe if she just gave Emily her phone to play with for an hour, the little girl would get herself out of this mood and enjoy pizza night.
Emily always bothered Missy to play games on her cell phone, Missy was sure that was down to Wade playing endless games of flappy bird in front of the then-two year old when he had been around.
So Missy, reaching over for her purse on the far end of the counter, rifled through looking for her cell phone.
But it wasn't there.
Fuck.
Had she left it at work?
Missy vaguely recalled dropping down onto a stack of paperwork as she shut down her PC earlier that day.
Crap. She would definitely need it over the next few days.
She gave another heavy sigh, staring back down towards her grumpily little daughter who now had one of her socks half off and was dragging her foot across the lino floor, stretching out the cotton fabric.
"Hey," said Missy in a soft tone, bending down and picking Emily up in her arms, causing the toddler to look up at her with sad eyes.
Jeez. Missy was such a sucker for that look.
Perhaps if Emily was up for the walk, they could go out, pick up Missy's phone and still be back within the hour.
This way they could kill two bird with one stone.
Em could get her trip out, and Missy would still get her cosy movie night with her favourite- happy- person.
Missy smiled, cuddling the teeny girl close to her and nuzzled her nose against hers.
"Come on then, sweetie," she said titling her head. "Let's go for that walk…"
Wade Wilson was fucking miserable.
He knew he had been stupid, going to Missy's apartment like that, but it all would have been worth it if it had ensured that Steve Rogers would keep his clean, patriotic hands off her…
But unfortunately Wade had the feeling his appearance, would haven only driven Missy further into the Cap's arms.
But because of all that, Wade was focused.
He was now determined to find Francis and force him to change his face back to the way it was.
He had been tracking a couple of his team's vans for the last day or so and earlier this afternoon had received a tip off that Francis would be in this area tonight. Doing what- he had no idea, but Wade didn't care anymore. If he got him what he wanted, he couldn't give a crap about anything else.
So it was here, in the middle of the city, that Wade had come to this evening. The business district, with barely a soul around here, now that office hours were done for the day.
And luckily enough, Wade had only been around for a few minutes, strolling along in his red and black spandex Deadpool suit, guns at his belt, when there had been a screech of brakes close by.
A couple of blocks away he could see a black SUV zooming along between the tall skyscrapers. He knew it was sure to turn right up ahead and spin around and come his way.
Wade didn't even bother to draw his guns just yet, smirking beneath his mask.
This was it.
This was his fucking chance.
Finally. He was os fucking confident. He was almost there now and nothing could mess this up…
But as he turned the corner, his heart dropped instantly into his stomach….his blood running cold.
For there was the black SUV racing towards him at full speed….
But he wasn't alone.
For just at that moment, crossing the road were two figures…
…walking hand-in-hand….with the most perfect smiles upon their faces…
"So," said Missy, staring down at her teeny daughter as she leapt down from the curb. "Shall we have some pizza when we get home?"
The sky was darkening now and Missy and Emily, having picked up her cell phone from her office desk were now heading back home through the empty streets.
"Yesh," said Emily peering up at her Mom smiling. "An' then watch Lilo an' Stech?"
Missy smiled as Emily clutched Missy's hand tightly, skipping across the road as they crossed.
"Of course we can watch Lilo and Stitch," said Missy in a kind voice.
But before either of the could utter another word, there was a loud screech of tyres….
And as Missy looked up to her right she froze like a rabbit in the headlights…
… her eyes widening into large green orbs… as she saw the van racing towards them…
Fuck…
She didn't have time to do anything.
She barely had a second…
But she didn't need it, as she felt a body slam into hers, knocking her off her feet.
Wade snatched up Emily in his arms, and shoved Missy aside as the van swerved around them.
The trio tumbled to the ground, Wade holding Emily out of harm's way, as he took the brunt of the fall.
"Aw, fuck," he cried as his ass hit the sidewalk hard, sending his utility belt flying from him, sliding along the floor.
The merc barely had a chance to look around to see the van disappearing around the corner, out of sight.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Francis now knew about Missy and Emily?
Fuck fuck fucking fuck.
This was not good.
Wade gave a groan, coming to sit up, but as he did so, his masked face was met with two large green eyes staring back at him.
Shit.
It was her.
Emily.
Gorgeous little Emily.
She looked like she had sprouted up since he's last laid eyes on her and at that moment, all the love he felt for the tiny little girl came flooding back to him, his heart aching.
The little toddler reached out and put her little paw to Wade's mask, squeezing the red lather between her pudgy fingers, her other hand in her mouth.
"Who you?" she said in a bossy voice, clambering up onto his lap.
She was so much more condident than she had been and Wade was almost sure that had been his influence.
Wade couldn't help himself, smiling to himself as he heard her voice, still as fuzzy as it always was, but to him, as perfect as ever.
"Hey there, Chicken Little," he said in a whisper, reaching up and stroking his gloved-hand across her chubby little cheek. "Long time no see."
For a second, Emily seemed to peer up at him curiously, before she opened her tiny mouth to speak again.
"Waydeeeeee, wat you doin' wearing that?" she asked him, pulling at the red spandex around his ear. "Wher' your mouf?"
Wade couldn't help but grin widely, giving a chuckle. Of course she had recognised his voice.
She was getting more intelligent and amazing by the day and Wade was sad that he had missed being away from her for so long. Mssing her growing up.
But before he could reply, there was a sudden scrabbling a few feet away from him, and he turned to see Missy looking groggy and disoriented, pulling herself to her feet hurriedly.
And much to Wade's dismay, in her shaking hands she held one of Wade's desert eagles.
"Y-You get away from her!" she cried loudly, staring at Wade.
She obviously hadn't heard him speak.
Missy's eyes looking like they were full of tears. "I mean it, I'll shoot you. L-Let her go, please. I'm begging you." she continued in a pained voice.
Wade felt a lump appear in his throat.
This was killing him.
But he knew just a couple or words would make everything better….
…..although they might also make things a hell of a lot worse.
So Wade, as slowly and as carefully as he could, let Emily slip from his legs, as he got to his feet, staring Missy out through white blank eyes.
He could see her trembling and a tear or to slip down her beautiful cheeks.
What had he done?
He was single-handedly responsible for ruining this woman's life.
Letting her love him, then leaving her, and now putting her in mortal danger and messing with her mind.
Wade raised his hands aloft in a gesture of defeat.
That was when he knew it was time for him to leave.
Missy held her ground and watched as Deadpool sloped off yet again without a word.
As much as she was trying to hold it together, the moment he was gone, Missy dropped the gun and ran to her daughter, pulling her into her arms.
"It's ok, its' ok, baby," said Missy with a sob.
She could feel herself still trembling.
But Emily wriggled in her arms. "Noh Mommy, you squeezin' too tight," she uttered giving a tiny giggle.
Missy pulled away and held Emily at arm's length, stroking back her hair from her face motheringly.
The tiny toddler wriggled again, sticking out her tongue.
Oh god, what had just happened?
This was all down to this Deadpool guy, and she knew it.
He was to blame.
But really hadn't he just saved her and Emily's life? That van had been coming right at them with no chance of stopping.
Well whatever happened, all Missy knew was that she never wanted to let Emily out of her sight again.
But to Missy's surprise, the little girl seemed nonplussed about what had just happened to her, merely staring off over her shoulder in the direction Deadpool had disappeared off into.
Perhaps Emily was frightened that he would return…
"Mommy," said her daughter after second or two in a slightly slurred tone. "Why Waydee wearin' that?"
Missy gave a frown, staring at her daughter hard.
"Baby, that wasn't Wade-" she uttered in a confused voice, shaking her head.
But Emily gave her a scolding look in return.
"Yesh, that was," she said nodding firmly. "That was my Daddy!"
Are you guys team Wade or Team Steve? Or just team Emily & Missy FTW? ;)
Thanks to rosalie279, Queenbeee222, AngiMK, THE JUDGE OF FIICS, dancindonna, starrat, zenstarrflower, Legolas Girl 31, LittleMissMikaelson1, jonstar1034, Pinkusa, Guest, Carlypso and Smaug the Golden.
Sorry that chapter was a bit all over the place. I hope it was ok?
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