Okay this is inspired by the awesome fan art of Anna and our favorite merc that Dinosaur-Ghosts sent me. It's up on my tumblr and you should all check it out! She is also a hella fine writer and you should all go read her Quicksilver/OC story because it is bomb! Like wow I am in love!

Hope you enjoy! ^~^

Ordinarily on a Saturday night you could find me with one of my brothers or Steve. But tonight I was in the messiest apartment I'd ever seen watching an assassin try and teach me how to make chimichangas.

That wasn't how the night started though.

I was on my way home from running an errand for Peter and it was getting close to dinner time, I was so ready to get home. But just as I came into sight of Stark Tower I felt someone grasp my wrist.

Now since being kidnapped and almost dying, Tasha and Clint had taken it upon themselves to make sure I'd have a fighting chance if someone tried something like that again.

So using what they'd taught me, I twisted my wrist out their hold and grabbed their arm with both hands. Just as I was about to ram my shoulder into them and try and flip my assailant a familiar voice stopped me.

"Whoa hold up Kitten, it's just me."

I looked up, confused and slightly irritated.

"Wade? What are you doing?"

He was in civilian clothes, jeans and a hoodie with the hood flipped up. But he still had the mask on, I'd never actually seen without it on. Although knowing him he probably had the suit on underneath it all.

"Well I was in the area and spotted you, so I figured it was time for you and me to visit the best Mexican food place in New York!"

I tilted my head and smiled at him.

"You wouldn't mean the place over on 61st would you?"

I didn't have to see his face to know that he was grinning.

"That's the one! How did you know?"

This time I laughed.

"Well, you mentioning it every time I see you has something to do with it. I hate to break it to you, but due to some damage in the last Avenger fight it's closed. I know because I was gonna check it out the other day and well…It should be open again in a week or to, Tony is covering the cost of rebuilding."

Very dramatically he fell to his knees and hugged my legs almost making me topple over.

"Noooooo! Kitten say it ain't so! Oh the humanity!"

I shifted, hoping he would let go.

He didn't.

Patting his head awkwardly I sighed.

"You could always make it instead."

He sniffed and looked up at me.

"Really, you can do that? Sweet, c'mon!"

In an instant, he'd jumped up and grabbed me around the middle picking me up.

"Well don't we make quite the picture, someone should capture this on paper so the readers can see how cute we look."

I let the nonsensical prattle go without comment and glared at him.

"Wade I swear, let go of me!"

He smirked and shook his head.

"No can do, this is a Mexican food emergency!"

I rolled my eyes, it was better to just go with it when it came to Wade Wilson.

And that was how I found myself in Wade's dumpy little apartment on the other side of town watching him try and fail to make anything you could even call edible.

I snorted as he kept stirring the almost bubbling over pot on the tiny gas stove. The heat was on way too high and the flame was beginning to worry me.

"Wade I don't think it works like that. You're gonna set the kitchen on fire."

He grinned at me, his mask pulled up over his nose and mouth.

"Why do you think I have one of these?"

He pulled a fire extinguisher from out of nowhere and I lost it. I started laughing so hard I almost cried.

Yeah the pink frilly kiss the cook apron really made it all that much more hilarious.

"You are…really something else you know that?"

He smirked and flipped the tortilla he was warming up so high it almost hit the ceiling.

"That's what all the girls say. Oh and I want one of those shirts, think you can hook me up?"

I looked down at my Stark Industries shirt and then back up at him. Before I could respond my phone went off, buzzing with a text notification. Puling it out I smiled, it was Steve.

"I guess you gotta go huh?"

Surprised I looked up at Wade, he seemed to droop as he fiddled with the dials on the stovetop.

"No way! Steve will understand, I'll just tell him I'm having dinner with a friend."

Perking up, he spun around with a smile on his face.

"Really?"

I wrinkled my nose in confusion.

"We're really friends?"

I took a few steps closer in the tiny kitchen and frowned.

"Of course we are! What would make you think we weren't?"

He rubbed the back of his neck and started messing with the hem of his mask.

"Well, I thought that maybe you just thought I was the weird guy that sometimes kidnaps you. Lot of people just put up with me till I go away."

It was odd to see this side of Wade, it didn't come out often, but for all the confidence he seemed to have I knew he was insecure about a lot of things. And in the beginning I did just tolerate him, but over time I'd really come to see him as friend even before he saved my life.

Smiling at him, I put my hand on his arm.

"Wade, you saved me from bleeding to death. And you're the only person I know that can get past JARVIS to get me away from my overprotective family, Tony still doesn't know how you're doing it, drives him crazy. I don't just put up with you believe me, you're my friend no question about that."

A stupid grin made its way onto his face.

"Knew you couldn't resist me Kitten! Now let's get this party started!"

Turns out by party he meant catching his stove on fire and making me put it out with the fire extinguisher. Which of course I ended up get the white foam all over both of us as well as the kitchen. Luckily there were some barely salvageable tortillas and a little bit of the beef that was supposed to be the base for chimichangas. So it was fajitas for us, and amazingly they weren't that bad.

Sitting across from Wade at the rickety card table that served as a dining area, I watched as he pretty much inhaled his food.

It was a strange thing, me and him. We had a rough start what with him kidnapping me and all, somehow though Wade had wormed his way into my life even with all the craziness that came with him. I still attest that he reminds me of a schizophrenic golden retriever, but there was something just about him, the whole 'not really a good guy but not a bad guy either' thing it just made me wish everyone could see the side of him I seemed to catch.

A sudden thought came to me and without thinking I blurted it out.

"Hey, what color are your eyes?"

He looked up mid chew, mouth hanging open.

"What?"

Feeling that I'd crossed one of those invisible lines, I hurried to backtrack.

"Well, it's just that I've never seen them and I was wondering, sorry didn't me-."

He shook his head and frowned in thought.

"No…it's just that no one's ever asked me that before. It's usually more along the lines of 'go away' or 'MY EYES!' no one ever asks to see my face."

I frowned, hoping I hadn't ruined what had been a fun night.

"If you don't want to show me you don't have to."

He just looked at me for a second before reaching up and pulling of the red and black mask, never saying a word.

The scar tissue was really bad, but it wasn't the worst I'd ever seen. A couple weeks working in the burns unit proved that. No this looked more like blisters that had popped and were trying to heal over but couldn't.

I studied him for a moment before speaking. He had deep hazel colored eyes, full of mischief and pain.

"You know, you kinda do look like Ryan Reynolds…minus the hair though."

A shocked look flashed in his eyes before he scoffed and smirked.

"Yeah, crossed with a Shar-Pei maybe. Dude better do me justice in the movie or the executive's at Fox are gonna get really angry letter filled with itching powder."

And there's the crazy, sometimes I wondered if he even knew what he was talking about. I raised a brow at him.

"What are you talking about?"

He brushed it off.

"Forth wall thing, forget about it. So whatdya say, same time week after next? But actually go get food that isn't covered in the bird crap looking extinguisher stuff, good job by the way."

I glared playfully at him.

"I'm not the one who set the stove on fire!"

He reached across the table slowly and grabbed something out of my hair. It turned out to be a big blob of the white foam. How long had that been there?! I thought I had gotten it all out.

"Yeah, sure all my fault. Your fantastic aim had nothing to do with it."

Without hesitating I scooped up some of the excess foam on the floor and threw it at him, hitting him square in the face.

"How's that for bad aim?"

He sputtered and I got up and ran into the kitchen to get more ammo with him hot on my heels.

"Getting into this with me isn't your smartest idea Kitten. I am reining champ of the annual X-men snowball fight."

I just threw more of the soapy white stuff at him, barely missing his head.

"Oh that's it, come here!"

I took off giggling, as he started chucking loads of the foam at me while he chased me through his apartment.

So began the start of a bi weekly tradition for the two of us.

Mexican food and making messes.

Sounds like us.

Short but sweet, hope you guys liked it! I am working on the next chapter of TTAD as well as several one shots. I still love getting prompts and ideas so feel free to PM anytime!

I'm gonna shamelessly self promote here, I entered a few of my one shots in a fanfiction writing contest over on Inkitt dot com. It would mean the world to me if you guys would go vote for me.

They are posted under "Falling For A Hero" the DC crossovers

"Supernatural Healing" the SPN crossovers

"Anything But" Asgardian Anna lil sis to Loki and Thor

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