"I don't care how much it costs, I hired you to get it done…. No, I don't think it's too much to ask for a little extra protection…. Well, if you don't want to do your fucking job, I'll just find someone else that can."
Dick was on his cell phone yelling at the person on the other end. He hung up, furious. He slammed his smartphone on the dining room table, shaking the contents sitting on the counter. He cursed and stared down at his plate. His chin rested on his hands. He sighed, "Fucking idiots."
Melody sat on the opposite side of the table across from Dick. She picked at the food on her plate and took a sip of Merlot from a crystal wine glass, nonchalantly. She ignored her husband's outburst and continued on with her dinner. Peirce sat next to Melody. He eyed Dick with caution, concerned about his irrational temper.
"Is everything alright, Dick?" He said in a stern yet calming voice.
Dick sighed. "Not exactly. The company's received some death threats. Nothing's happened yet. But I don't want to let it get out of hand. So, I need to get some extra security for the office and maybe another guard for you here at the house. I can't let them hurt the things I care about."
Dick reached over and grabbed Melody's hand. His thumb ran over her skin, but she didn't respond to him. She barely even made eye contact with him. She retracted her hand and tucked it under the table. She slid a knife off the side of the table and hid it under the napkin on her lap. Dick sat back in his seat, his eyes still on Melody. "Anyways, I'm going to conduct some interview here tomorrow to make sure I can get the best protection."
He began to get up from his seat and Melody gripped the hilt of the knife. He walked around the long dark chestnut dining table. Dick put a hand on her shoulder, rubbing her arm tenderly. He leaned down to kiss the top of her head. She flinched when she felt his lips make contact with her golden curls. A white hate formed within her chest. But she didn't act upon it. Peirce noticed the knife in her hand and eased the blade out of her hand. Dick walked out of the room without any knowledge of their encounter.
"I know your intentions are pure. But you need to keep it together," Peirce said softly.
Melody exhaled in a pout making Pierce chuckle. "Who does that bastard think he is?"
Melody got up fast, her chair fell back on the floor. She paced around the room; Pierce watched her with concern. She rubbed her temples and pushed loose strains of hair out of her face. She wanted to do something; scream, run away, kill Dick. To do something about him or to get away from him as fast as she could. But she couldn't. Not now.
"I hate this. I hate being with that prick. How much longer is this going to take?"
Peirce turned towards her. He watched her pace across the floor, ranting about her husband. "Don't worry about it, Mel. You'll figure something out."
"Oh, not like you're any help right now. I'm the one taking the risks here. So, I don't want to hear it from you, Peirce."
She stormed out of the dining room, leaving her friend alone. Melody marched into the living area to see that it was empty. There was a note on the end table taken from Dick. The scribbles on the paper said, 'Emergency Meeting. Back tonight. Love you. –R. J.' Melody groaned and tore up the paper.
'I need a drink.'
She glanced at her phone and sighed again. 'A very, very strong drink.'
Tomorrow came a little too fast for Melody's liking. She was hungover from the night before. She had been binge drinking since dinner the night before. Her head was throbbing and her mouth tasted like sandpaper. She wasn't very tired, though. In fact, the only time she ever got a good night's sleep was when she passed out from drinking. Melody woke up alone like she normally did. So, she was wondering about the house, with a Bloody Mary in one hand and a bottle of aspirin in the other.
The night before she had tried contacting Wade, but he wouldn't answer her calls or messages. She assumed he was either on a contract assignment or out parading his new look. Melody hadn't seen him in a few days. She was getting worried about him. From what she heard, he was still in the states, at least. Melody rounded the corner into the den and flopped down on the couch.
She covered her face with a pillow and groaned loudly. She downed a few pills and washed them down with the drink in her hand. The pills started to kick in and her headache started to numb. She heard footsteps coming down the wide hallway and move closer to the room she was in. Melody assumed it was the maids and didn't think much of it. Her eyes started to close when the booming voice of a man echoed down the corridor.
"Thank you for your consideration. We will contact you shortly," Peirce said in a voice that was obviously forced. He was talking to a man, who was about thirty. He had come in to interview for the home security job. By the looks of it, he didn't cut it. Peirce led the man to the door, careful to avoid the den, and pushed him out into the world outside. He exhaled loudly and stomped towards Melody on the couch, who had offered the rest of her drink to him without removing the pillow from her eyes.
"So, how's the search going?"
Peirce chugged the remaining content in the glass, and sighed, "How do you think?"
"Hey, if anyone should be snippy here, it's me," Melody said struggling into a sitting position and throwing the pillow aside. "I'm the one with the hangover, Peirce."
"Not from lack of trying," He said pulling a flask out of his inside jacket pocket.
Melody chuckled. "Is it really going that bad?"
Peirce swallowed a gulp of whiskey. "Your husband is being very difficult about this. Even though, this was his goddamn idea. He has ridiculously high standards for this."
"As I should," Dick said coming around the corner. "And I believe I have a right to that."
Dick looked towards Melody, who was adjusting her black pencil skirt and rolling up the sleeves of her gray silk blouse. He smiled at her and offered his hand. "Darling, you look lovely."
'Ha, only on the outside.'
He took her hand and pulled her off the couch. Melody interlaced her arm with his. He led her out towards the main room, and she had regrets about giving her drink to Peirce because she would need it for this conversation. Dick rubbed her arm gently as he spoke to her.
"I want you to meet the newest member of our security team. I want you to be protected at all time, even when I'm here. So he will live at the house with us. He will work alongside Peirce and escort you to events when I can't. What do you think?"
Melody cleared her throat, "Dear, don't you think this is going a little too far. I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself."
"Melody, it's not up for debate. Just give it a shot."
Dick didn't give her time to respond a second time. He pulled her from the hallway into the foyer. A man stood with his back turned to the couple. He seemed familiar to Melody, but she couldn't place why exactly. He wore dark wash jeans, hiking boots, and a gray hoody under a dark brown leather jacket. His head was hidden under his hood. He was looking at artwork on the walls, uninterested.
Dick and Melody walked up to the man. "Ah, here he is," Dick said getting the man's attention. He turned around as he slid his hood off of his head. Melody's stomach sank and her heart raced. The man had faded dirty blond hair and a long face. His nose was slightly crooked from possibly years of fighting. His eyes were dark and he had a scar on his right eyebrow. There was a reason he seemed familiar to her.
'Oh, fuck me.'
"My dear, I'd like you to meet Wade Wilson," Dick said offering his wife to the man. "Wade, this is my wife, Melody Russo."
Wade's face looked almost the same as Melody's. Confused but not shocked like Melody; more of a hint of amusement. "Your wife. Of course. Very nice to meet you, Melody," Wade said with a smile on his face. He offered his hand for her to shake. To keep up her appearance, she took his hand and gave a fake smile.
"Likewise, Mr. Wilson."
Wade smirked at her. Knowing fully well what was going on in her head. Dick, however, was completely clueless. His arm gripped her waist and he talked nonsense to Wade how probably wasn't listening either. Melody didn't make eye contact with either of the men she was with. She felt sick again. But she didn't know how to get away. Her heart wouldn't stop pounding and her head was still throbbing. She prayed that something would happen to take one of them away.
Then, like her prayer fell on attentive ears, Dick's cell phone rang. Melody exhaled deeply. 'Thank God.' Dick groaned and excused himself, checking his phone. He cursed, "Dammit. I'm sorry. These morons have no idea what they are doing. If you'll please excuse me."
Dick released his grip on Melody and placed a kiss on her forehead before he walked into another room on the opposite side of the house. Melody watched him leave and when she was certain he was gone, she turned back to Wade in a furry. She punched Wade in the shoulder, fiery with rage. Wade chuckled at her as he rubbed the tender area of his shoulder. His smile stayed spread across his face, even though he saw that she was terribly mad.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" She hissed through her teeth. Her nostrils flared and her eyes were wide at him.
"Well, I didn't come to get a job. That part was a surprise," Wade said leaning against the wall.
"Why did you come here anyways?" Melody crossed her arms and demanded an answer.
"Storytime, already? Okay then. I came to surprise you, but I was the one that ended up being surprised because your husband was the one that answered the door. Now, you can imagine my confusion when some Wolf of Wall Street looking, motherfucker, is looking you in the eye asking why you're here. I couldn't just say, 'hi, I've been fucking around with your wife. You wanna go out for some waffles?' That would've been silly. So, of course, I'm going to lie as much as I can."
Melody hung her head and rubbed her forehead. It seemed like her headache was getting worse with every word he said. She hated him. She hated her husband. Right now, she wasn't sure if she didn't hate anyone right now. The level of pissed she was at was one that she hadn't felt in years. Whether it was the hangover or the months of sexual frustration, it was affecting her. Melody continued to fight with herself and Wade came closer to her.
"Why didn't you tell me about the death threats? I could protect you."
"Oh my god, there are no death threats."
She looked towards the other room, then grabbed his arm pulling him into a broom closet off the foyer. She pushed him into the small room causing him to stumble a bit. Melody turned the light on and closed the door behind her. The look on her face was beyond pissed. And she looked like she was about to explode. Melody wanted to slap the smirk off of his face. But she had to keep her temper, for now at least.
"Now you better listen up, Wilson. Because I'm only going to say this once," Melody hissed getting as close as possible to Wade. Their bodies were touching once more and their breathing synced together. Wade pulled her by her hips; his fingers gripped the fabric of her pencil skirt. He pulled her hips closer to grind himself against her. She glared at him and continued on. "You can't even begin to comprehend what is going on here. I've got two years invested in this and I'm not about to let you come in here and piss all over it. I don't want to deal with the paperwork. So here's what you're going to do. You're going to follow Peirce's and Dick's every order. Act like you don't know about anything going on with me or our so called relationship. We'll fill you in later. Got it?"
Wade hummed, "Have I ever told you that you look amazing when you're angry? Because you look gorgeous right now."
He bent down and captured her lips quick enough for her not to object to his actions. She could still feel the scars on his skin and it triggered something inside of her. He body reacted to his touch, his taste, his smell, everything about him made her body react in a certain way. Melody couldn't hide behind her anger anymore. The pent up lust and sexual frustration burst through a wall of desperation. She needed his touch, his love, his lust. She needed Wade. All of him. All over again.
Melody returned the kiss with passion. Their bodies molded together again. Wade pushed her up against the wooden door, gripping the smooth skin underneath her skirt. His hand traveled up her thigh to grope the flesh that was just above it. One of Melody's legs rubbed against Wade's making them both groan into their kiss. They were desperate to be close again. Desperate to feel each other in the short time they had. He held her body between his own and the door. Lifting her leg up to his hip, he never released his lips from hers. Her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer and closing the remaining space between them.
They stopped only to breathe. But they couldn't risk getting too carried away. However, that didn't stop them anytime soon. Melody's hands raked through his dirty blonde hair, scrapping her white tipped nails against his scalp. The ring did more than just make him look normal again. It gave him everything back. She knew the feeling of his scars; she would always feel them. But the 'One Ring of Power', as Wade called it, fused with DNA and thought to give the wearer real physical traits. His hair, skin, scars that he had before the experiments were all real. Wade moaned against her lips when he felt her hands run over his skin.
His hands traveled up to her ass, feeling for the lining of her thong. One of his hands moved up her body, unbuttoning the top buttons of her white blouse. They finally broke away from their embrace, panting. Wade rested his head in the crook of her neck and breathed hot air onto her exposed collarbone. Melody let her head fall back and her blonde bangs fell over her eyes. Her breath was heavy causing her chest to rise and fall in Wade's face. He kissed her collarbone and down her chest.
"Wade," Melody moaned deeply.
Wade hummed against her skin in response but didn't stop his attack on her skin.
"Wade, please," she said reluctantly. "We can't do this right now."
He hid his face from her. His hands held her waist as she untangled herself from his body. Wade whimpered at the loss of connection. He still held her close, not wanting to let her leave just yet. Her hands slipped from behind his neck, down to his chest. Melody regained her composure and controlled herself once again. She pushed Wade away, his hands still on her hips and hers on his chest. She smiled at him. She knew he didn't want to stop, neither did she. But she knew if she let it continue, she wouldn't be able to stop herself.
"I know," Wade said forcing a smile on his face. He kissed her forehead.
"Come on, let's get back out there before Dick catches on." Melody adjusted her skirt and buttoned her blouse up again. Wade watched her as she opened the door and walked back out into the hallway. He kept an eye on her backside and followed behind her. They approached the foyer again and Dick was still out of the room. Melody tried to tame her blonde curls to no avail.
Wade chuckled, "What's the matter, babe? I think your sex hair looks great."
"Shut up," Melody snapped but a smile was on her face. She pulled her hair back, controlling it as best as she could. Dick rounded the corner, his face looking down to his phone. He looked up to see Melody's smile and he smirked at her. He walked up to Melody putting his cellphone into his inside jacket pocket. Dick wrapped an arm around her waist, and Wade noticed Melody visibly flinch at the sudden contact. He questioned it but didn't say anything to her about it.
"Sorry to cut this short, but Darling we're late for your photo shoot," Dick said pushing Melody towards the door. "Pierce will fill you in, Wade. We'll see you later today."
Wade narrowed his eyes at Dick as he turned his back and led Melody away. She turned back to glance at Wade. She mouthed an apology but didn't look away until her husband closed the door behind him. Wade exhaled deeply and clenched his fist. He wanted to punch something. The wall. Dick's stupid face. Something. 'She's fucking married? What else is she lying about to us?'
"Would you shut up," Wade said to himself out loud. He sighed again and calmed his temper. He heard a man clear his throat from the other side of the room. Wade looked to see an older man standing at the threshold of the living room entrance. The man wore a white dress shirt and black slacks. A slim black tie hung loosely around his neck and his sleeves were rolled up to the elbows. A suit jacket was clutched in one hand and a silver flask was in the other.
"Wade Wilson, I presume?" Pierce said in a gritty voice.
"Pierce?" Wade asked cautiously moving toward him.
Pierce chuckled. "No need to be timid, kid. I've been doing this a long time. I know a lot of things."
"Like?"
"You're mercenary work. Deadpool."
"Skipping the formalities. Seems a little early to be getting to know each other like this. If you didn't notice the other day, I'm into Mel."
"Oh, I know. Trust me. She wouldn't have let you stay around if she wasn't sure you would be an asset. Come with me." Pierce led Wade down the hallway to a dead end that only had an old painting on the wall. Pierce pressed a small knob on the picture frame that released a number pad on the wall. He put in groups of numbers. Then, a door clicked open through the painting leading into a room behind it.
In the hidden room, there were computer monitors that showed video of the house. Cameras from the corners of the rooms recorded everything. Multiple weapons lined the walls and technology covered the metal tables. Tablets, cell phones, watches, everything was connected to a recording device in the computers. It looked like something off of a spy movie. Something mission impossible style, but when they were good.
"What the fuck?" was the only thing that Wade could think of to say. Pierce was searching through shelves and containers looking for something. When he finally found the box he was looking for, he took it off the shelf and placed it on the table next to Wade. He began to unload the contents on the table as he explained to the mercenary what was going on.
"It's obvious that Melody is not going to let me talk her out of this decision, but she's the boss here. I'm just the confidante. She wants you here for some reason. Whether it's personal or professional, I could care less. But the matter is, now I have to brief you on everything that's going on. Do you know how to work one of these?"
Pierce held up a 45 magnum and Wade chuckled. "I've handled a lot worse than that."
"Good." Pierce nodded. "You're gonna need it. Dick is a bastard."
Wade bit the inside of his cheek. "Does he ever hurt Melody?"
Pierce paused. He took a deep breath in. "Melody is tough. She knows how to take care of herself."
"That didn't answer my question."
"Look, we play our parts here. Melody has a part to play and so do we. And you two can fool around on your own time. But for now, it's not your own time. Because it's gonna start to get confusing here, kid. So listen up."
Pierce tossed Wade the gun and a thin leather wallet. He placed the gun on the table next to him. He opened the pouch and inside was a silver badge with letters on them. Wade's eyes went wide and he looked back and forth from the wallet to Pierce. A smirk graced Pierce's lips. He walked up to Wade and extended his hand.
"Welcome to S.H.I.E.L.D., Agent Wilson."