(A/N: This story has sexual themes and all that in it. So be aware I guess.)
Soft breathing was the only thing that was heard in the dank room as the cold metal of a gun dug into her forehead. She was face to face with a mercenary in a red and black suit but she was still able to keep calm.
The copperette licked her lips and slowly raised her hands in surrender, trying to show that she was not a threat.
"At the risk of sounding like every cliche spy movie ever," The guy stated before pushing his gun tighter against her forehead. "Who sent you?"
Ivy's eyebrow twitched as the gun dug more into her head, "S.H.I.E.L.D." She articulated in an even voice. The man had white spaces where his eyes should be in the mask and they were moving as he spoke, which unnerved her just a bit.
The man gasped excitedly, a sound that was odd coming from such a buff man. "Really? S.H.I.E.L.D.? Is Captain America hiding out somewhere?" He asked, his head darting around animatedly.
Ivy would have laughed if a gun wasn't pointing at her. "No, just me."
The man seemed to pout behind his mask, "And just who are you gorgeous?" He drawled out.
"Agent Ivy Black at your service, sir." The copperette stated, all business but the masked man shivered in response.
The man chuckled, "Well Agent Ivy Black, why are you here?"
"I could probably think better without a gun pointed at me," Ivy remarked, before looking at the masked man pointedly, "Sir."
"Ah," The man chimed, "No can do sweetcheeks, you see, I don't know if I can trust you yet."
The young woman smiled prettily in response before chiming, "Put the gun down."
The man immediately obeyed before looking at Ivy with wide eyes. "What the fuck?" He yelled before pointing the gun at Ivy again.
"Put the gun down." She repeated and he obeyed, letting out a frustrated cry. He pointed the gun at her once more and Ivy rolled her eyes. "Stop pointing a gun at me." She alternated, and he tried to point the gun at her but was thwarted each time. Dropping the gun, he took out a knife, to which Ivy quickly yelled, "Stop trying to hurt me!" The masked man stood completely still.
Ivy raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "You done?" The mercenary's shoulders dropped and he seemed to pout behind his mask, nodding. "Great." The copperette smiled and took off her sunglasses, then took out his file, handing it to him. "We at S.H.I.E.L.D. have been watching you and would love if you would join our organization, Mr. Wilson."
The masked mercenary was looking at his file upside down when he raised his hand, "Please, Deadpool."
Ivy narrowed her eyes in annoyance but nodded, walking around his room. "Your skill set is very extraordinary, eh, Deadpool. If you joined S.H.I.E.L.D. we could really give you the resources you needed to be successful in your endeavors. Whatever they may be." She finished, examining a stuffed unicorn that was on his nightstand.
"I wouldn't touch that." Deadpool told her with a snicker. "That's my special night unicorn, if you catch my drift." Ivy retracted her hand in disgust and turned to the masked man, replacing the disgusted grimace on her face with a smile. "Look Vee, can I call you Vee?"
"No." The copperette replied, her smile not faltering.
"Okay Vee," He said anyway, making Ivy's eyebrow twitch. He walked over to the short woman, towering over her. "I'm not the hero type! As a matter of fact, I'm an anti-hero. A mercenary, 'The Merc with a Mouth' is what they call me."
"Who is they?" Ivy asked with furrowed brows.
"...Don't worry about it," Deadpool waved the question off, "The point is, I have to decline your offer."
Ivy's smile faltered and she set her jaw, running a hand through her curls. She looked up at the red and black-suited mercenary with her big brown, doe eyes and whispered, "Are you sure there isn't anything I can do to make you change your mind?"
Deadpool paused, his eyes seemingly looking Ivy up and down. "Give me a spin, gorgeous." The copperette's eyes twitched but she did as she was told, spinning around slowly. The mercenary put his a hand on his chin and stroked an imaginary beard, clicking his teeth. "It is a very," He paused, before repeating, "Very promising offer, but I have to decline." He told her, holding out his file for her to take.
Ivy frowned and reached for the file, only for the tall man to yank it away from her. He laughed, "Sorry, sorry. Couldn't resist. Here." He held the file out for her again, only to hold it high above her head. Ivy jumped to get the file and he cackled in her face, watching her breasts bounce with every jump.
"Give it to me, jackass!" The copperette exclaimed, in her anger forgetting to tilt her words with her power.
"Oh baby," Deadpool moaned teasingly, "Say it for daddy again."
Ivy glared and stopped jumping. Her nostrils flared and she stomped on the mercenary's foot, the heel of her stiletto going through his boot.
"Son of a bitch!" The red and black suited merc screamed out, dropping the file on the ground. Ivy raised her bloody heel out his foot and he reached for her, only to freeze, his body citing the earlier command that she made. "I'm going to fucking kill you, gorgeous! Just wait!"
Ivy was unbothered as she straightened the papers in the file and put it back in her briefcase. She put her sunglasses over her brown eyes and took out a business card, dropping it on the man holding his foot in pain. "Call me if you change your mind, Wilson."
"Deadpool." The mercenary corrected through clenched teeth.
The copperette walked back over to Deadpool and squatted down next to him. She yanked his head up, making him face her and looked him dead in the eyes of his mask. "I just made you my bitch," She muttered before smirking, "I can call you whatever I want." She roughly pushed his head away from her and stood up, sauntering out of the room.
She passed the old woman who was sitting on the stained couch. "What was that yelling? Did you two fuck?"
Ivy chuckled, "Sure we did. He might need some icyhot later, he's going to be sore." The copperette, bid farewell to the old woman and swayed out the apartment, walking to her car across the street. As soon as she was seated, she called Maria.
"How did it go?" The older agent asked.
"Terrible, he didn't want to join." Ivy bit her lip. "Sorry I let you down, Maria."
"You didn't." The brunette assured, "I figure he wouldn't want to join, he's rejected the X-Men multiple times now."
The copperette's jaw dropped, "Then why the hell did you send me over here?" She asked furiously.
"Calm down Agent. I sent you there because we really need him on our team." Maria informed her, pausing. "Which is why I want you to stay on his ass for a week."
Ivy groaned in annoyance, her voice whining, "Maria please! Don't make me do this! The guy's a buffon with the lowest IQ I've ever encountered. Do we really need someone that immature in our organization?"
"Agent Black I'm not asking you, I'm telling you to stay. We already got you reservations at a hotel and a bag waiting in your room. Tail him everyday this week and do not come back until he is with you. Am I clear?"
"Yes Agent Hill." Ivy grumbled, hanging the phone up. She ran a hand through her curls, "Take me to my hotel please."
An hour later Ivy was nude in a claw-footed tub drinking red wine straight from the bottle. She was bummed. She felt like Maria and Natasha had sent her on a dummy mission to recruit such an idiot. Wade Wilson was not S.H.I.E.L.D. material, not in the slightest, and she could not understand why they would want such a difficult person to work for them.
Ivy took another swig from her wine bottle as she thought about the 'Merc with a Mouth'. The idiot had ruined her favorite pair of stilettos! His blood was not going to come off. Then again, she could make the other heel match it's sister...
The copperette laughed manically before taking another sip of wine. An image of Wilson's spandexed-butt appeared in her head and she licked her lips. Annoying or not, the guy had a great ass and the suit was kind of snug on his, eh, little Wilson too, which was actually not so little. Her eyebrow twitched in thought as she began to imagine what he looked like under his mask.
Her thinking was interrupted by her cell phone ringing. She reached over to the toilet where her clothes were situated and answered her phone without checking the number. "Ivy." She breathed into the phone.
"Hiya Vee!" An annoying voice rang in her ear and she groaned lowly.
"Wilson." She spat, "What can I do for you?"
"Oh," Wilson cooed into the phone and the sound of him shifting followed, "I just wanna talk...Whatcha doing?" Ivy moved in the tub and the water knocked against the wall loudly. Deadpool gasped in excitement, "Are you in a bathtub right now? Are you," He paused and breathed lowly, "Naked?"
"I'm hanging up." The copperette said, taking the phone from her ear and ending the call. She threw her phone back on the toilet seat and leaned back in the tub, closing her eyes. Unable to get comfortable once again, Ivy sighed and drained the water from the tub and drying herself off. She wrapped a towel around herself and began brushing teeth for the night, staring at herself in the mirror. She spit out the toothpaste and rinsed her mouth, spitting the water in the sink.
She dropped her towel and walked into her hotel suite, putting on the large t-shirt that was packed for her. She put her curls up in a messy bun before going back into the bathroom and grabbing her phone. The copperette snuggled into the soft hotel bed and checked her work emails and messages.
As she was replying to a very badly worded email from Steve, her phone buzzed with a new message. Ivy furrowed her eyebrows and switched over to her messenger app, only to widen her eyes in surprise. Wade Wilson had sent her a picture message of his spandex covered, erect, penis.
"Lord," The copperette whimpered, looking up at the ceiling, "Why me? Why me?" Her phone buzzed once more and Ivy snapped her eyes closed, scared to see what else he had sent. After a moment one of her eyes peeked open and she looked at the screen of her phone.
It wasn't a picture this time, it was a text message.
'Touchin myself cuz of u veeeeeeee :3'
Ivy grimaced and put her phone on silent, placing it facedown on the night stand. She didn't know what bothered her more; the fact that he was texting her inappropriately or the fact that she was kind of turned on by it.
The copperette woman sat on her hands with her legs crossed, practically twitching with anxious energy. She chewed on her lip and bounced her knee, trying to focus on the nightly talk show program that was playing on the television. She took her hands from under her and started to crack her knuckles, needing her hands to be busy.
She was fine, she really was okay, until her thighs started to rub together on their own accord. Ivy clenched her jaw and tried to focus on the television, but her hips started moving, looking for friction for her lower half. At this point she was nearly humping her mattress and she could no longer fight the urge.
"God damnit Wilson." Ivy grumbled as her back hit the mattress. The t-shirt she had on flew away from her and a hand went to her nippple, while the other went to her clitoris. "He's, so, fucking, annoying." She breathed between the bursts of pleasure she was giving herself.
She let out a loud moan as she slid two fingers in herself, imagining that they were red and covered in spandex. Her fingers pinched at her pert nipple and her back arched as she her fingers reach the special spot within her. She added another finger and went deeper in her hole, bringing her other hand down and rubbing her clit.
Ivy practically mewed in pleasure and her eyes fluttered closed. "God Wilson." She cooed as she grinded against her hand. She reached back up her body and twisted and pulled at her nipple, imagining Wade was biting at it with his teeth. Her breath came out in little puffs and the circles she was drawing around her clit became faster and faster. She whispered out the mercenary's name once more, feeling her back arch as her orgasm began to build in her stomach. Her movements became frantic and Ivy had to bite her lip to keep from screaming. She closed her eyes tight and her mouth fell open as she came, the thought of Wade Wilson thrusting in and out of her on her mind.
Ivy laid in bed for a moment before clicking the television off. She reached to cut the lamp off on her nightstand but paused, looking at her facedown phone. Her eyebrow twitched as she picked it up, pressing the home button.
A picture of a red and black spandex hand with white cum on it greeted her, along with a text message.
'Night night veeeeeeeeeee :3'