"Shtop, Mommy! That ish too much milk," said Emily giving a giggle.
Missy blinked herself out of her trance, gazing down to see Emily's bowl of cheerios overflowing with liquid.
"Oh, sorry, baby," she said shaking her head. "Let Mommy get you another bowl."
Missy had been a in a world of her own all morning.
It was a Friday. Four days since her and Emily's near miss with the van, and yet Missy still had not been able to get her run-in with the masked man, out of her head.
What was Deadpool's problem with her?
Had it just been a case of right place, right time? Or had he been following the pair of them?
Whatever the case, Missy had already spoken about it to Steve yesterday in work, who had instantly asked if she and Emily were ok. He had even offered to come over last night and make sure the place was safe from intruders.
He was sweet, of course, but perhaps a little overbearing. Missy did not want a fuss. They were both fine and that was the main thing.
Missy swept away the overflowing bowl, heading into the kitchen and placing it onto the drainer, shaking herself.
What was wrong with her these past few days? She was on edge, but she knew the likely reason for it…
Emily, for the past two days, had done nothing but talk about their run-in with the masked man known as Deadpool.
She had jabbered on and on for hours about him, and how he had picked her up and talked to her.
But the worst thing was her instance that he was Wade. She was obsessed with the idea that underneath that mask was the man she called her Daddy.
Obviously she was confused. She was only young and Missy had no idea how traumas such as almost getting run over, affected kids as young as her.
Missy, grabbing a clean bowl, re-poured the cereal and some milk before heading into the living room where Emily was sitting at the dining table, mouth covered in red from the strawberry half she currently had squished in her hand.
Her eyes however were focused on the tv ahead of her, rolling the early morning news.
"Look Mommy, itsh Daddy!" she said bouncing up and down in her seat excitedly, pointing at the tv with her strawberry.
Missy turned to see a familiar image of Deadpool, in his red mask with white staring eyes, making a blurred out gesture towards the camera.
It looked as though SHIELD had now put a warrant out for his immediate arrest and Missy had an idea why….
She almost rolled her eyes as the TV showed a video of Deadpool dancing on a rooftop, next to a burning car.
Steve must have put the word out after Missy had told him what had happened. But Missy wasn't particularly happy about this. This would likely only exacerbate the entire situation….
"No, sweetie, that's not Wade," said Missy stroking the back of Emily's head. "Come on now, eat your cereal, ok?"
But Emily made a little face.
"When Waydee comin' home?" she asked placing down her strawberry and grasping for her spoon with her sticky little fist. "Why he not here wiv' us no more?"
Missy gave a sudden gulp.
Missy had never explained to Emily why Wade had left. The little girl had been too young and Missy had just never brought herself to give her the answers.
Whenever she had asked about Wade, Missy had just told her than Wade had loved her very much but he had gone away and wouldn't be able to come back.
But obviously the little girl was unconvinced by this.
"I told you, sweetie," said Missy in careful tone. "Wade's gone-"
But Emily cut across her bossily.
"Noh, Mommy, Waydee not gone," she said pointing at the TV. "Waydee there! He call me chikin' littel."
Missy gave a frown, glancing back over to the TV at the masked figure they were now describing as armed and dangerous.
Why had her daughter got it into her head that this was Wade? Perhaps she had dreamed about him and was getting confused.
"Just eat your breakfast, baby," she said Missy giving a worried sigh and moving off to get her things together ready for work.
It had been a long morning and Missy was just finishing up a mound of paperwork she needed to file, when her friend Ali passed by her desk.
Ali had pretty much forced Missy to dish the dirt on her date with Steve last Saturday. Missy had of course obliged her but had explained that it hadn't exactly been a date as such. Not with Deadpool around anyway.
"So I heard about your second run-in with the red guy with the dirty mouth," said her dark-haired friend, leaning up against Missy's cubicle, pulling apart a donut.
Missy blinked a couple of times and gave a frown.
"Sorry…what?" she asked, a little confused.
But Alison merely smirked shoving a piece of pink sprinkled donut into her mouth.
"Deadpool," Ali urged. "That guy's got quite a following online. You should see what he writes on his twitter account. So funny…"
Missy looked unimpressed.
"No thanks," she uttered disinterestedly, giving a sigh. "I mean I've seen the guy twice and he hasn't said a word to me either time anyways. So I'm not going to start reading his tweets, thanks very much."
Ali merely smiled.
"Steve seems really protective over you though," she uttered in a sly sort of voice. Missy could see that she was angling for some gossip. "He looked super pissed when he told me to push that news story about Deadpool to the press. Like he was ready to punch someone."
Missy tutted and cocked her head. "I doubt Steve Rogers will be punching anyone because of me," she muttered in a firm voice. "We're just friends."
"Yeah right," said Ali, with a disbelieving look. "Missy, you should be grateful you have two superheroes vying for your attention! Oh my god, what I wouldn't give to be one of their damsels in distress…phew!"
But Missy gave a gulp.
"Deadpool isn't vying for my attention….." she said shaking her head, sending her caramel blonde hair falling across her shoulders. "I-Is he?"
Is that what people around here thought? Was that what Steve thought?
Like Missy had said, he hadn't even uttered a word to her…
"Listen," said Ali raising an eyebrow and popping the last piece of donut into her mouth. "If he's making Steve Rogers jealous then he's obviously doing something to make him feel that way."
Missy stared up at her friend a little worried.
It wasn't exactly like she had been leading either of these men on. Especially not Deadpool. She didn't even know the guy.
"Don't look so worried!" said Ali giving a reassuring chuckle and sauntering off. "Just enjoy it while you can….I would be."
But Missy gave a nervous laugh and bit her lip.
Jeez…she certainly didn't feel like she was ready to enjoy anything…
All day Missy pondered her conversation with Ali.
Why was Deadpool so interested in her?
She had barely heard his name before last week and now there were even rumours floating around about him and her.
But maybe that's all it was. Silly rumours.
Maybe he had just been looking for Steve that day and maybe he had just happened to be passing when that van had almost run them over.
Yeah, a coincidence was all it was…surely?
Steve had stopped by her desk for five minutes earlier just to see how she was.
He had flashed her that usual charming smile of his and had even bought her a take-out coffee.
They had chit-chatted for a few moments before he had to rush off, being hurried along by Maria Hill, and throwing her a wave as he went.
But that was now hours ago and Missy could finally feel the effects of the coffee wearing off.
Tonight she and Emily were sat in the little girl's room, Missy reading her daughter a story in the dim-lamp light as the little girl snuggled up next to her.
"…and the Mummy vampire kissed her goodnight, and the Daddy vampire kissed her goodnight," said Missy slowly in what was just the lightest of whispers. "…and before the little witch knew it she was fast asleep."
Missy placed the book down onto the nightstand and peered at the tiny toddler, nested in the crook of her arm.
She looked perfect, sleeping soundly as she always did.
Missy gave a smile and pulled herself up from the bed, easing Emily down onto her pillow and tucking her in.
Why did she need anyone else when she had this beautiful little girl?
Missy made to turn off the lamp, but as her hand reached it there came a sleepy little voice.
"I miss mai Daddy vamire," uttered the tiny girl. "Wen is Waydee comin' to see me again?"
Missy's heart broke.
She reached across and stroked back Emily's hair as her green eyes drifted shut.
"Go to sleep, baby," she uttered in a soothing voice, before flicking off the lamp.
It was early evening, barely even seven, yet in the time it had taken to get Emily bathed and put to bed, the sky outside had grown dark.
Yet Missy padded back into the living room, still in her work blouse and pencil skirt, on bare feet, in the darkness.
She would turn a lamp on across the room rather than putting on the main light, but she had barely gone a few steps, when there came a sudden creak….
Missy spun around to see a figure standing there in the darkness….in front of the window silhouetted in the pale moonlight.
She jumped in fright, her heart beginning to thud in her chest….
It was a man, she was sure of that….but in the gloomy light of the room, couldn't make out any more…
She squinted in the darkness, freezing….
Frightened and unable to move.
Wait…..
Was it?
Missy gave a confused frown.
"Deadpool?"
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