The One Ring of Blah, Blah, Blah

by strong.independent.catwoman

Sequel to Deadpool's Lullaby. She kept a lot of secrets from a lot of people. Though her second life seems perfect, it also has it's dark secrets. But she has something that could change Wade's life and bring it back to the way he was before experimentation. Will Wade stick with her when her troubled past haunts her? Or is he in it for what she can give him?

4. Chapter 4

Silk sheets graced her body, coating her in a sea of gold and pearl. Her face was buried in goose feather pillows. The early morning light peeked in through an opening in the thick curtains. Melody was bathed in golden-hour light and reflected the color of her soft curls. Surprisingly, she had gotten a few hours' sleep last night, at least two or three.

The shower was running when she had started to wake up. She heard the faucet turn off as sleep finally loosened its grip on her. Dick came out of the master bathroom with a towel wrapped around his hips. He dried his hair as he walked to his closet. Melody ignored him and tried to return back to her previous state of sleep. Dick returned to the main room of the master suite. He walked out wearing black dress pants with silk socks and a gray buttoned shirt that was undone. He came out buttoning his jeweled cufflinks.

Melody's arms were draped over her head. She moaned softly as she stretched her arms up. Dick smiled at her as he walked over to the window. He pulled the curtains open letting the sunshine fill the whole room. Melody groaned in frustration as the blinding light cascaded over her face. She pulled a pillow over her head, shielding her from the sunlight. Dick chuckled as he buttoned his shirt and started to knot his tie.

"Late night?"

Melody groaned again in response. Dick removed the pillow from her head and knelt down to her. He pushed golden curls to the side of her neck. Her shoulders and back were exposed to him. She wore a light-colored silk camisole and black boy shorts. The silk sheets slipped down her olive legs. A small yawn escaped her lips.

"You could say that."

Dick kissed her neck. "Do I want to know?"

"Doubt it." She turned on her back and looked up at her husband. He smiled at her and pushed a loose curl behind her ear. Her eyes glanced at the clock on the nightstand. '6:37'. She sighed, "You're gonna be late."

Dick nodded. "You're right." He gave her a single kiss on the lips. "I'll be home late. You think you'll be okay, tonight?"

She got out of the bed and walked up to him. Dick was putting on his jacket and slipped his black loafers on his feet. "Every day you ask me this, and every day I say the same thing. 'I'll be perfectly fine.'" She straightened his tie for him and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer to him. She tightened the silk material around his neck. Melody resisted the urge to push the knot against his windpipe, suffocating him. His hands moved lower down her back, closer and closer to cup her ass through her shorts. When she felt his fingertips on her waistband, she pushed him away with a fake smile on.

"If you stay here like this, you really will be late," Melody said as Dick nodded once more and kissed her forehead.

"I'll see you tonight, baby," he said as he made his way out the bedroom door.

Melody rolled her eyes at him once he left. She threw her hair up into a messy ponytail. She began to strip from her top when her cell phone rang. She walked over to her nightstand and picked up her phone. Melody answered without looking at the contact name.

"Hello?"

A chipper voice rang through the other side of the line. "Oh, don't stop on my account, beautiful. Actually, keep going. Forget I called."

"Wade. You want me to dance for you too?" Melody moved out of the view of the windows and began to pull the camisole over her head, exposing her naked flesh to the world. Her clothes were scattered on the floor as she made her way to the bathroom.

"I'm just enjoying the view," Wade said in a sly voice.

Melody chuckled, "What makes you think there is a view to look at?"

"Well, you're the one stripping for me. So?"

"Oh, I'm stripping for you? You're the one stalking me." She ran the water to fill the tub up and sprinkled scents of lavender-rose and French vanilla. Once the tub was full, she placed the phone on the flat edge of the tub and put it on speaker phone before getting into the warm, scented water.

"I wouldn't call it stalking. More like protective observation," Wade charmed in.

Melody closed her eyes and let the water sooth her muscles. Her skin absorbed the sweet scents of flowers and fancy sugars. "I'm sure your intentions are pure, Wilson."

"See," he groaned out oddly. "Now you're looking at things my way."

Melody ignored him and rested her head against the edge of the tub. Wade hummed and partially sang the hits of the 90s through the phone. She sighed and ended the call before putting on some music. Unknowing to Melody, Wade had climbed up through the window and snuck into her bedroom. He whistled through his mask while he looked around the master bedroom. His gloved hands ran over the silk sheets of Melody's bed. The bed looked untouched on one side like it hadn't been used in days.

Wade walked around the room, glancing at the expensive artwork and gold fixtures on the walls. He listened for Melody and heard the song "Hey there, Delilah" play softly through the bathroom door and Melody smooth, golden voice singing along. He chuckled and followed the small trail of clothing that leads to the slightly opened white oak double doors. Wade glanced through the crack in the two doors and saw the familiar waterfall of amber curls. A smirk spread under his mask as he thought of how easy it would be to sneak in there if it was this easy to get into her bedroom.

Melody moved to get out of the Whirlpool spa tub. Wade recognized the songbird silhouette tattoo that graced her left shoulder. He rushed away from the doorway before she turned around. A thought moved through his mind. Wade slunk over to the bed and laid himself on the untouched side; his arms tucked up behind his head and his legs crossed in a relaxed manner. And he waited for the woman to walk through the bathroom door.

The white doors squeaked open and steam cascaded behind a pair of long tan legs. Every time Wade saw her, she blew him away. She came out wrapped in a light blue towel and her hair was down, covering her bare back. Her eyes were glued to the screen of her phone, probably returning text messages. Melody sent a message back to a contract taking a hit out on his corrupt business partner. They were negotiating a price when her eyes darted up to the bed to see the spandex-clad man that was laying on her king sized bed. She dropped the phone to her side, nonchalantly, then rolled her eyes at the mercenary.

"Awe, sweetheart," Wade chuckled. "Trying to contain yourself? I completely understand. I would do the same thing."

She ignored him and walked across the room to her side of the couple's closet. She left the door open and the light flooded into the next room. Melody placed her phone next to the collection of designer shoes and handbags that sat on a pine wood shelf. The towel dropped to the floor in a heap, but she didn't worry about Wade seeing her. She put on a matching set of underwear that was tight and lacy. She pulled a tight, low cut t-shirt that exposed her navel. Melody's back was turned towards the closet door as she searched for a pair of jeans.

Wade leaned against the door frame watching Melody search for her clothes. His back pressed against the white washed wood panel and his legs parallel to the wall with his ankles crossed. His arms crossed over his chest and his finger tapping against his bicep. He looked at Melody for a few minutes and sighed. Wade shook his head at her while biting the inside of his cheek. He sucked his teeth to try to get her attention. When that didn't work, he gave an exaggerated exhale of air; more of a groan than a sigh.

Melody slipped on a pair of dark skinny jeans. She got them halfway up her legs when she turned around to finally acknowledge Deadpool. She raised her eyebrow at him and rolled her eyes. "What is it now?"

Deadpool pushed himself off the doorframe. His arms still across his chest, he walked towards her. She was practically dressed now, though her jeans were still unbuttoned. She wasn't looking at him anymore; she was too busy fumbling with her button to see how close he was getting. Wade stopped right in front of her. He looked down at her; he couldn't help but smile at how adorable she looked at that moment.

"Are we just not going to talk about last week?"

"I wasn't planning on it. So no." Melody looked up at him. A different look was in her eyes when he saw her sapphire eyes. It was the same look she gave the man that left her bedroom not a half hour ago. It might've been just the leftover emotion she gave to him. She perched her lips. "Move aside, Wilson."

Wade stood still in front of her. His body was like a brick wall compared to her. But she didn't back down from her stare down against him. Wade recognized that she didn't twist her words in the way that he had seen when they first met. They were said in her normal voice, but in a serious tone that he only heard when she got mad about something. He heard it plenty of times before, but it never phased him. This time, though, he knew she wasn't messing around with him anymore.

Melody narrowed her eyes. Deadpool stared at her for a few minutes, trying to hold his ground a little longer. But she was too much for him. He exhaled deeply and reluctantly moved out of her way. She matched past him, leaving him in her wake. He followed her at a reasonable distance; she was pissed enough at him already, he didn't need her stabbing him again. Wade watched as Melody picked up random clothes off the ground and through them down a laundry shoot that was designed to blend into the golden wall.

"I said I was sorry. Come on, babe. You can't still be mad at me?" Wade said as he attempted to hug her from behind.

Melody quickly turned around as his hands made their way to her hips. She pressed a hunting knife to his throat; her face was stern and cold towards him. Wade slowly removed one hand from her waist and felt the top of his thigh for his steal knife. He didn't feel it in its holster so he assumed that she swiped it from him at some point. She dug the knife deeper, cutting the fabric of his costume and piercing the flesh of his scarred neck slightly. Deadpool lifted his one hand slowly off his thigh, into the air. A chuckle escaped his lips when he felt a thin stream of blood run down from his open throat and disappear into the color of his costume.

The blonde bombshell snarled at the arrogant man she was holding at knifepoint. "Get your hand off my ass."

The mercenary slowly removed his other hand, which had "secretly" maneuvered its way to her lower cheek, and held it up with his other hand in surrender. Melody could tell that a sly smile was forming under the spandex of his suit. She applied more pressure to the blade, cutting through the muscle a little more. She knew she couldn't kill him; no matter how hard she tried. But she knew this was at least a little painful for him. If not, it made her feel better.

"You know that's not going to work, Mel. Though I appreciate the attention," Wade choked out in a husky voice. She must've graced his vocal cords with the edge of the knife.

"Oh, I know. I just thought that maybe I could cut through your vocal cords so I'd have a peace by listening to you gargle blood through the gaping hole that is now your throat," she said as she eased up on the knife giving him some room to recuperate. "But even then, it's short lived."

"You'd miss my undeniable charm. It's what got you to fall for me in the first place."

Melody gave him a questioning look. She removed the hunting knife from his windpipe. The gash began to heal almost instantly. Wade lifted his mask up, uncovering his mouth and nose, and spitting blood into his gloved hand. Melody cringed at him as he rubbed the small puddle of blood on the back of his thigh. "You're disgusting," she spat.

"You love me," he said coyly.

"Ha," Melody burst. "What on earth made you think that?"

Wade pretended you look hurt. He placed his blood stained hand over his chest and mocked a pained look. His eyes were squeezed shut and he doubled over, clutching his free hand on his knee. "That cuts deep, babe," he groaned out. He straightened himself out again and crossed his arms over his chest. "Why do you keep trying to hurt me with both your words and various sharp objects?"

Melody kept her stern face. Her eyes stayed cold and hard like she was trying to turn him to stone or vaporize him with Cyclops' lazar vision. That's when Wade knew, she was not to be messed with. He'd seen that look before, it was mostly towards the man that had left the house before he climbed up to the window, but he was certain it wasn't a look you wanted to be on the opposite side of.

"Are you seriously still mad at me?" Wade asked following her back to the closet so she could get her phone.

"What do you think, Wade?" She responded pushing past him as she marched back out of the closet doorway.

"Ummmm…." He trailed on.

"You're pathetic."

"Hey, no need to get nasty, babe. Unless it's on that bed."

Wade made another attempt to wrap his arms around her. She pushed him away by his chest, make him stumble back a little bit. He looked at her questionably, ripping his mask off completely. His dark eyes stared at her wildly with a look that said, 'What the hell?'

"That's just like you, Wade. Always making fucking jokes about everything just to change the subject. I am beginning to be so done with your bullshit. Sometimes I wish you did have the ability to die because God knows I'd be the first to try and kill you."

"Ha! Get in line, Sweetheart," Wade said, his voice turning cold suddenly. "You're not the first person or woman that has given me that empty threat."

"What makes you think that was an empty threat? Were we not just in the same room a few minutes ago? You know, when I had a knife against your trachea? Or is your attention span that limited?"

"At least I'm not the one catfishing billionaires just to get a multimillion dollar mansion out of the deal. What? You sleeping with him too so you can stay in his house?"

Melody charged at him, stopping right in front of him. Their bodies were so close that she knew if she inhaled too deeply that her chest would rub up against him. She didn't want to risk touching him. Not with the effect that he had on her. Melody hoped he didn't notice how flushed she got whenever she saw his toned body in his tight spandex suit. Or the fact that she didn't really mind the scarring that his skin had. She's known worse people in better conditions. But the damage made her wonder what he had looked like before the experimentation. Which is why she thought that he would've wanted the shifting ring.

Last week, they met outside, what Melody assumed to be, Wade's apartment building. Though it didn't go as well as she'd hoped. That afternoon had basically taken a turn for the worst when she told him about her idea. Wade basically wouldn't listen to her after she asked…

"Do you want to look normal again?"

His eyes got confused and embarrassed at the same time. His fists were hidden in the pocket of his dark gray sweatshirt. He tried to laugh it off at first, but when he saw the concerned look on her face, he knew she wasn't joking. He just wouldn't let himself believe her. Wade brushed her off, ignoring every word of explanation that she was saying about the ring.

He gave her a halfhearted chuckle that he tried to make seem like he was joking. "I'm not interested in fairy tales, sweetheart. And I don't need you offering any either," Wade said in a cold voice. He began to turn away from her. Melody grabbed his arm, pulling him back to face her.

"Wade, what the hell?"

"Look, Melody, I've gotten a lot of offers for a cure by a lot of people. Most of them have fucked me over five ways to Sunday. So, fuck me for being a little skeptical about what you have to offer."

"What? So, I'm no better than Ajax?"

"Melody I'm not saying that."

"What are you saying, Wade? You don't trust me?" her voice was shaking and raising in volume.

"Yes, Melody. I don't trust you," Wade snapped, taking her aback slightly. She stepped away; her face graced with anger and hurt.

"Excuse me?"

"I don't trust you. I've been lied to by women before. This time it's too much. How am I supposed to believe you with this when you won't even tell me who you really are?"

Melody stayed silent. Small tears formed in her eyes, but she didn't want to cry in front of him. She never cried in front of anyone; it shows weakness. But Wade saw the sparkle in the sapphire, he knew he'd said something that went too far for her. She discreetly brushed a runaway tear from her cheek, praying that Wade didn't notice. But he did.

"Mel. I didn't mean that."

"No," Melody said in a shaky voice. "You're right. You have no reason to trust me. I'll think about that next time I want to pay you a favor." Her attitude shifted and she changed into her harder personality. She retreated back to her car, stomping around towards the driver's side. "Call me when you decide you want to trust me."

"Mel!" Wade called after her as she roughly entered her car. He made it to the driver's side just as she slammed the door in his face. He pounded on her dark tinted window, basically begging to talk to her. "Melody, please. Wait. Let me explain." She didn't drive off right away. She was looking down at her phone, texted someone. She barely even noticed his pleads. "Baby, come on. Just hear me out. I'll make it up to you. I'm sorry, sweetheart."

Melody stared straight forward. She'd heard those words before but after many different circumstances. Most of the time leaving her bruised and bloody for a few days. Nothing she didn't know. But this time it was different. It came from Wade. She thought they would hurt less than when Dick said them, but she was wrong. They hurt so much worse. Melody wanted Wade to be different, at least she hoped he'd be. Apparently, she was wrong about that too. 'You just need to calm down. You both do.' Wade's pleads started to turn into desperate mumbles through the window. She started to ignore them and continue to look ahead. After a few moments, she pulled away from the curb, causing Wade to stumble forward towards the sidewalk as the car sped down the street.

Wade was left alone once more. He ran his hands over his bald head in frustration. "Fuck!" he shouted into the empty air. "Why do you always have to fuck everything up?"

And Wade scolded himself all the way back to his apartment.

And now here they were. One week later, in Melody's bedroom, trapped in an intimate possession. Both of them in a stare down battle with each other. The tension and heat between them rising, neither of them willing to quit first. A glare plastered on Wade's face as he looked down at Melody. Which, if one of them had been observing this, would seem kind of humorous based on the dramatic height difference between Wade and Melody. He towered a good foot over her, but that didn't stop her determination during their silent battle. Though if she had less self-control, her emotions would have gotten the best of her.

She was desperately fighting against herself. An aching in her chest longed to do nothing more than to hold onto Wade and never let him go. And the aching feeling in her loans spoke for itself. She still wanted him. He had some effect on her. Something she had never felt with any man. Love? Maybe? Not like she ever felt that. Lust? More possible. Melody was a woman, after all. And like most women, she too had her needs. Like how Wade was a man, who also had his needs.

Wade was closer to her than ever before. She hasn't let him get this close in weeks. He wasn't about to ruin it by losing his battle with her. He examined every inch of her face like he was trying to memorize it. He wasn't sure if it would be the last time. He hoped it wasn't the last time. Sure, he'd made it this far without her, but he wasn't sure if he could live without her now. She challenged him. Gave him something to do besides jack off into a stuffed unicorn plush toy. Most of all, she made him feel wanted again. More than he has in a while at least. But at this point, she wasn't.

He had some questions for her, though. And he wasn't sure how he could bring it up, given her current mood. 'Well, not like she can get any more pissed,' he thought to himself. 'She's already tried killing us again. Not like she actually can, but it's still kinda annoying.'

"You know I can totally see down your shirt from here," Wade said, his voice full of boyish glee.

Melody rolled her sapphire eyes and lightly pushed against his chest sending him a short distance away from her. "Shut up, Wilson." She turned away from him. But he saw the slight grin that started to form on her perfect lips. "You're already on thin ice."

"Ah. What are you gonna do, Russo?" Wade said as he placed his hands on her hips, his fingers lingered on the exposed skin above her waistline. He waited for Melody to push him away again. But she didn't. She didn't even try. A smirk played on her lips as her hands scaled up his arms from the back of his hands to his elbows, and up to his biceps. How was he going to mess this up?

"So, you with that designer suiting prick?" 'Good one, asshole,' He scolded himself. 'Why don't we just punch ourselves in the face while we at it and save her the trouble?'

But to his surprise, she didn't hit him. Or push him away. Or get mad again. Or anything. She looked at him, a smirk full across her face. Her hands ran down his muscled arms to his elbows. Her voice rang in his ears like a smooth symphony. "That's classified and complicated."

'Okay. It's official. She's crazier than we are.'

"What am I then?" His hands traveled in opposite directions along her backside. His right hand inched south toward the back pocket of her jeans, his fingers slipping into the fabric; his left-hand sliding to the small of her back, pulling her closer gradually. Her chest was pressed against his. Their noses were practically touching, and she was basically straddling one of his thighs. But she still didn't protest.

Her answer was low and full of sin. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she pulled him even closer than he already was.

"You, Wade Wilson, are….less complicated. Still complicated. But I can handle it."

"Oh, really?" Wade said slyly. "You think you can handle my brand of crazy?"

"Baby, I am your brand of crazy."

Wade groaned, "God, Mel. You really are perfect."

Melody chuckled, "You're still not off the hook, 'Pool." She ground her hip against his, coaxing another moan out of Wade's lips.

"Dammit," he cursed. "You just won't give be a break, will you?"

She smiled at him. Pushing him towards the bed every minute. He didn't seem to notice. Of course, she was still mad at him, but that didn't mean she couldn't have some fun with him. It had been at least a month since she had sex, and the last time was one that roof with Wade. She'd be lying if she said she didn't miss it. She'd had sex with many men before she met Wade or Dick for that matter. But that was a long time ago. Hell, it had been at least six months before she met Wade that she and Dick had sex. Then again they never really acted like man and wife when they were out of the public eye.

"Where's the fun in that?" Her thumb ran along his jawline towards his chin. His calloused skin felt familiar to her. She missed the way it felt against her fingertips. She was still fighting her own emotions. And losing. She tried to keep her eyes on his but they kept moving down his face to his lips. She desperately wanted to kiss him again. She wanted to feel his lips on hers; wanted to kiss him until she couldn't breathe and her lungs hurt. Maybe do more than just kiss. Maybe reenact their first night together.

Wade's voice broke her trance. "You just going to look at my lips or are you actually going to kiss me? Because the silence is getting kind of awkward." Both of his hands wrapped her waist and pulled her tighter to him. Wade saw her eyes study him with want. But he knew she wasn't going to go down without a fight. He would, though, just to please her. He would do anything for her. He wouldn't say that he loved her, but he wasn't about to deny it either. At this point, he wasn't even sure if she felt the same way.

A smile spread across her lips, "Why aren't you kissing me right now?" Melody gripped the spandex of his suit. Her hands glided across his chest and up to his shoulder blades. One of his hands traveled from her waist up to her cheek. Cradling her face in his gloved hand, Wade guided her lips closer to his own.

"Is that a question or a request?"

Melody stood on her tiptoes, making herself eye level with the mercenary. A smirk still plastered on her face. Wade's hand played with the end of her shirt, slowly moving upward under the thin material. His eyes were as dark as hers, dark with lust. "What do you think, Wilson?"

Their eager lips finally met after what seemed like years of waiting. They greeted each other like old lovers. Their bodies were closer than ever. Melody pushed against Wade causing his legs to hit the edge of the bed. Melody noticed and an evil thought entered her mind. She didn't want to separate her lips from Wade's but the opportunity was too great. She pushed him down on the bed. He bounced from the force and a pout was on his face from losing her touch. Melody quickly crawled over him. His body was only halfway on the mattress and his legs hung off the backside of the bed. She stopped when her hips met his once again and they were face to face.

His hands returned to their position on her hips and moved with every movement she made. An involuntary groan escaped his throat as she moved her hips against his. His grip tightened and pulled her closer causing more friction between them. Wade captured her lips with his again, silencing her chuckles and turning them into soft moans. Melody held herself against his body, desperate to get as close to him as possible. Wade's hands gripped her thighs through her tight jeans. Their lips never separating for moments at a time. Only stopping for quick breaths of air. They were addicted to each other. Their tastes. Their sounds. The way they moved with one another. It was almost like a symphony.

Wade sat up, still holding Melody in his arms. He wanted to kiss her deeper. Feel more of her. She still sat on his lap. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she kissed him passionately. Her hands gripping his face in a desperate attempt to get him closer to her. Wade pulled her in so that he could wrap her legs completely around his waist, closing the small amount of space that still remained between them. They both growled in frustration as they still felt far away from each other.

Then there was a knock on the bedroom door. Neither of them panicked. They found it more annoying than threatening. They didn't get up from their compromising endeavor. And it didn't seem to stop Wade any. He continued to kiss and nip at her neck, sending chills down every nerve. She cursed at him before he placed a quick kiss on her lips then went back to his journey down her exposed cleavage. She tried the best she could to compose herself, but Wade wouldn't stop moving his hips against hers.

"Yes?" Melody asked in a shaky voice.

"Mel, Tony's here to see you," Peirce's voice rang from the other side of the door.

"Shit," Melody cursed as Wade sucked on her pulse point and bucked his pelvis up against hers.

"Melody? Is everything okay in there?"

Before she had time to assess the situation, Peirce opened the bedroom door to reveal the couple. Melody turned her head and gave him a shy grin. Peirce, however, did not look shocked like she thought he would. He didn't scold her or yell at her at all. His face remained calm and collected like this was a regular occurrence that happened every Thursday morning.

"Oh, I didn't know you had company." Melody looked back at Wade. He had swiftly put his mask back over his face to hide the scares. "I'll notify the cook to set an extra plate for breakfast. Tony is downstairs in the kitchen when you're ready Mel."

Peirce began to leave before Melody could respond to what just happened. She blurted out a short thank you as he closed the door behind him, then forcibly rested her forehead against Wade's shoulder, groaning. Wade chuckled lightly and held her against him. Rubbing her head of golden curls as he did so. She didn't want to leave him yet. She wasn't ready to leave his warm embrace and she never wanted to. She'd forgotten what it felt like to be touched like that, so loving, so caring. She didn't want it to end.

Wade's voice tingled against her eardrum as he whispered, "Go. I'll be waiting right here. Don't worry." He pulled his mask up just enough to reveal his lips to her. He kissed her forehead and released her from his arms. Melody pouted softly, but it quickly turned into a grin. She kissed him on the lips one last time before getting up from his lap. Wade was saddened by the sudden loss of connection. And he watched as she made her way to the other side of the room to the door, adjusting her clothes as she went.

"I won't be gone long," she said opening the door. "Try not to break anything."

"You have so little faith in me, babe," Wade yelled as she closed the door behind her.

Melody shook her head and rolled her eyes. She kept her hands busy by pushing her long bands out of the way of her face, clipping it up in a messy bun. She leaned over the banister overlooking the main floor. A man was walking around the crystal center table looking at the contents closely. The man wore an expensive suit with black Converse. His hair was gelled and spiked up in the front. Sunglasses hung from his suit pocket.

Melody watched him study a light blue and white crystal vases that were on an end table next to the opposite staircase. She made her way down the other set of stairs, gripping the railing with her left hand. "It's a Lalique Tourbillions. If you break it, Tony, you owe me twelve hundred dollars."

Tony turned to look at her. His hands were in his pockets and a smile was on his face. "I didn't know you had such expensive tastes, Melody. Almost makes it seem real."

She scowled at him. "What makes you think this isn't? I'm not working any cover missions. Ask Nick."

"I did. And he said it was highly classified. And since your file mysteriously disappeared last month, I can't confirm it. You know how much I hate not knowing things."

Melody smirked. "Let me know when you've found it. You got what I asked for?"

Tony sighed and reached into his jacket pocket. He pulled out a small, black velvet ring box. He was reluctant to hand it to her, but she snatched it from him. He exhaled deeply but didn't try to stop her. Melody opened the box to reveal a black band with silver outlining the edges. She ran her fingers along the technology. A smirk spread across her face and she closed the box.

"Always a pleasure doing business with you, Stark," Melody chimed smugly.

"Likewise, kid," Tony placed his sunglasses over his eyes. "Might I ask why you needed it? Hiding someone from your loving husband?"

The smirk was still on her face and a toothy grin started to show through. "No questions asked. Remember, old man?"

"Hey, it was worth a shot."

Melody chuckled at Tony's efforts. She watched as he made his way back to the front door. A housekeeper stood nearby to open the door for him. He stopped before he reached the threshold. He turned back to Melody and sighed.

"You know the offer is still on the table. You can always do some honest work for once, rather than the secret missions and assassinations," Tony said as he turned back towards the blonde.

"The Avengers? Honest work?" Melody mocked. "No thanks. I'm fine taking care of the scum of the earth for now. I don't need someone to tell me what I can and can't do with my powers. Especially your band of government puppets."

Tony shrugged his shoulders. "Well, I can't blame you."

"Being a hero was never my style, Tony. You know that. But I appreciate the concern over my work."

"I just don't want you to get hurt, kid."

"Thanks, Tony. But I can take care of myself."

Tony raised an eyebrow but didn't argue with her. The housekeeper opened the large oak doors to let Tony outside. "If you changed your mind Melody, you know who to go to."

Melody waved the housekeeper to leave, she curtsied and made her way to another room in the house. Melody leaned against the opened door. "Of course."

"See you around, Ms. Russo," Tony called out as he made his way down the marble steps to his silver Lamborghini.

Melody closed the door when she saw him drive down the pavement. She groaned and leaned her head against the wooden barrier. She closed her eyes for a few seconds, fumbling with the ring box in her hand. 'Now, trying to convince him that it works.' She composed herself with a deep breath then began to turn back towards the main room.

"Wow, the Avengers? Didn't know you had such high connections at S.H.I.E.L.D., sweetheart. And from the Iron Man, Tony Stark, himself," Wade's voice chimed through the open air of the house.

Melody looked up at the balcony and saw him leaning against the railing. She pushed a stray curl from in front of her eyes and tucked it back behind her ear. A smile curled on her face. Her eyes sparkled at him and she walked over to the staircase. Wade crossed over to the top of the stairs to meet her. Melody tried to look upset with him, but she didn't have the ability.

"I thought I said to stay in my room?"

"Eh, I got bored. You know I can't stay closed up for too long."

"It wasn't even ten minutes, Wade."

"Ten minutes is a long time when you're on the metric system like I am."

Melody shook her head and rolled her eyes at him. They met at the halfway point on the staircase. Their hands met on the railing, and Wade laced his fingers with hers. Her other hand was behind her back. Wade knew it was what Tony had given her. But he didn't let her know that.

"So, what the human soup can gave you? I hope it wasn't crabs because I've already had that twice."

She punched him in the shoulder, not very hard. But just enough to keep him quiet for a few minutes. Melody inhaled deeply and revealed the small ring box from behind her back. At first, they just continued to look at each other, not even glancing at the object. Their hands never separated; afraid to lose the other one's touch once again. Finally, Wade looked down at the small box that graced her palm.

He gave a fake gasp and started to flutter like a schoolgirl. Melody rolled her eyes at his overacting and exaggeration. "Oh, Melody. You shouldn't have," he mocked in a sickeningly sweet voice. "It's so unexpected. I don't know what to say."

"Oh, just open it, asshole. Before I change my mind." She roughly placed the box in the palm of his hand and he caught it in between his hand and chest. It looked at it and back to her, the suspension was in his body language. But he opened it anyways to release the black metal band. She could she his eyebrows rise under his mask as if he was asking her a silent question. And Melody felt obligated to answer him.

"It's the shifting ring I told you about last week. Tony makes them for S.H.I.E.L.D. when they have agents that need a new cover or just a temporary assignment. I have one and a few others do too. I had him make me a custom one. He owed me a favor. I didn't tell him it was for you. So don't worry about the agency or the Avengers following you. It's just something that might help you get your old life back."

Wade was quiet for a moment. Melody almost thought that he would change his mind, call her crazy again, then leave her right there on the stairs. But he didn't. He slowly took his mask off, finally releasing her hand. Much to her disappointment. He subtly licked his chapped lips, examining the piece of jewelry carefully with his gloved hand.

"How does it work?" he finally asked.

Melody smiled and took his left hand. She removed his thick, black glove to expose the disfigured skin underneath. The feeling of her smooth flesh against him was indescribable, and something that he had missed from their together. He watched her intently at she took the ring from its case. Then, Wade listened to her explain it.

"Okay, to how it works is simple. You just put it on and then it will take a small blood sample so it can connect with your nerve responses. That way you can present a particular look for yourself just by thinking about it." She began to slip the band on his ring finger. "Now you'll feel a slight prick when it first comes on."

He felt something like a pin jabbing into the soft skin of his finger. But he didn't flinch, not even a little. His pain tolerance was too high for one needle to make him feel any pain. Wade could feel the ring extract a few drops of blood. It made a slight beep when it collected what it needed. Melody smiled and looked back up at him.

"That should do it." She didn't let his hand go. "Now try it."

Wade rubbed the back of his neck. "How do I…" he trailed on.

"Just try to think of how you looked before your accident. Or whenever."

He nodded and took a deep breath. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on his memory of himself before all of the bullshit. Before cancer. When he was somewhat normal. He got a glimpse of a small memory from his past. A young man, with slightly tan yet fair skin. That had short dirty blonde hair, a long face and near perfect complexion. Nothing was imperfect except for a scar on his right eyebrow. That was the man that he wanted to be again.

He opened his eyes but didn't feel any different. Then he saw Melody's face. Shock and awe were on her face. But her eyes never changed emotions. A smile crept onto her face as she sighed. "Oh, Wade."

Confused and concerned, Wade was desperate to find a mirror or reflective surface to examine himself. He turned to look at himself in a picture frame. His heart dropped and fluttered in his stomach. He couldn't even explain it to himself. He wasn't sure he really wanted to. Feelings of joy and happiness overcame him. Wade turned back to Melody, and before she knew it, she was in a tight embrace with the mercenary.

He laughed hysterically, not exactly emotionally prepared for what was going to happen that morning. He scolded himself for ever doubting Melody. Not believing her the first time she said she could help him and all the grief that he caused her. She didn't need to do this for him, but she did anyways. Wade was so tempted to say, 'I love you' but he didn't. That would've just freaked her out.

She chuckled in his ear. He had almost thrown her clear off the stairs with the force of his body meeting hers. But she didn't mind. Finally seeing him gain a small part of his life back was enough to make them both rejoice. Melody returned the hug, not wanted to let him go just yet.

"I guess I'll take this as a thank you?" she said with a giggle.

Wade released his hold looking at her for the first time with a new face. "Yeah, and an apology. I should've believed you before, Mel. I just didn't want— "

Melody raised her hand to interrupt him. "Hey, not chick flick moments, okay?"

He smiled and agreed with a nod. His arms still wrapped around her waist and her own around his neck. God, he could stay like this with her forever.

"Now, come on," Melody said as she took hold of his hand. "Breakfast is waiting."

Wade chuckled and followed her down the stairs until they got to the bottom. "Dibs on the breakfast tacos!" he called out as he ran towards the kitchen area like a small child. Melody laughed at the innocence he still displayed and quickly followed behind Wade.