Wade stared down at his phone.
It had been three days since he had seen or heard from Missy, and worry consumed him.
He had seen the look on her face after they had kissed… It was one of worry and panic.
Part of him didn't even understand why she had gone back to David. When all he seemed to do was cause her so much torment.
But in the end it would always be her decision.
And regardless what she did, Wade knew exactly how he felt about her…
And nothing was going to change that.
Whether she wanted to be with him or not, he wanted her to be happy.
It was 7pm and the merc was stood outside Missy's apartment building.
It had stopped raining a couple of days ago, and now the evening's air was cold and crisp.
Wade could see a cloud of breath before him, as he stared up at the stone steps leading up to the outside door.
He was just going to go up there and ask if she was ok, regardless of whether David was there or not. That was it.
He just need to make sure….
Missy had just got home from work to find David already making plans to go out again.
"I'm just meeting some buddies on the Upper East side," he said with a shrug, when Missy questioned him.
Missy still in her pencil skirt, blouse and heels, her hair up in a long sleek ponytail, frowned over towards him, placing her handbag down onto the couch.
"A-Are you going to be late?" she questioned.
David had apologised to her for his actions a few nights ago.
He had blamed it on tiredness, complaining that his boss had been riding him about a big project he had on at the moment.
He had of course, told her that he would make it up to her, and that they could go out for a nice meal.
But yet again, David's plans had changed last minute without her knowledge.
She had picked out a dress she knew he liked, and had even bought a new red lipstick for him. A colour she hated, but knew he preferred her to wear when they went out.
But now, it was sure to be another evening in alone.
"Probably," he said, giving a sigh, barely listening to what she was saying. He didn't even look up at her, instead, checking the time on his large Rolex watch.
He had only come home to shower and change, a was now in a fresh white shirt Missy had never seen on him before, smelling of a strong musky aftershave.
"Are you going to be out again tomorrow night? I just thought maybe we could go and see a movie or doing something nice together…" she tried giving a small smile, but David merely looked up, shooting her a scowl.
"Geez," he said shoving past her and heading out into the hallway to grab his jacket. "Can I just have one night, where I don't have to feel guilty for leaving you?"
Missy glanced down at the floor, shamefaced.
"Sorry," he murmured quickly. "It's only because you suggested-"
"Give it a rest!" he said in a loud voice, cutting across her. "It's no wonder I never take you anywhere with you whining like a fucking dog the entire time."
Missy paled, taking a couple of steps back, staring up at her boyfriend.
She felt so ashamed of herself for making him feel this way.
He was right. There was no wonder he never took her out anymore.
"You're right," she said in a quiet tone, giving a nod. "I-I'm sorry. I'll see you in the morning."
And with that she reached over to kiss him on his chiselled cheek but David had already turned away, tugging the front door open and stepping out.
Missy could do nothing but give a long shaky sigh, as the door swung shut in front of her.
Wade stood outside the door to Missy's apartment, his hand raised in a knock when he suddenly heard strained voices.
He paused and listened.
It was Missy and David having some sort of argument.
David's voice was raised and his tone sharp.
"…It's no wonder I never take you anywhere, with you whining like a fucking dog the entire time…" he heard the man say.
Wade's eyes blackened suddenly.
Right now he felt so much hatred for this one man, he could feel his blood boiling in his veins.
He knew what he needed to do.
Wade was stood outside Missy's apartment building, leaning up against the wall in the darkness.
His jaw was set.
It was merely a moment later that he saw a familiar figure come strolling down the steps, phone clutched in his hand, illuminating his tanned features.
Wade let out a low growl.
His eyes narrowing.
David hadn't even noticed him standing in the darkness….when Wade suddenly leapt upon him.
The merc grabbed the man's arm, pinning it roughly behind his back and shoving him suddenly up against a wall, face first.
David let out a cry.
"T-Take my wallet…" he said in a cowardly voice, before his eye suddenly locked onto Wade. His head twisted awkwardly.
"Y-You?"
"Yeah me…" snarled the merc, his mouth lingering near to David's ear.
Wade only had an inch on him in height, but right at this moment, seemed to tower over the dark-haired man.
"What the fuck do you want?" David managed to spit out, as Wade gave him another violent shove into the brick wall, causing blood to pour from his nose.
"I know you're cheating on her," said Wade in a low intimidating voice. "Haven't we fucking been through this before?"
Wade and David had gone through a horrible slanging match seven months ago, after Missy had found out David had been cheating on her the first time.
But of course, he had grovelled and managed to wheedle his way back into Missy's affections once again. Much to Wade's dismay.
"I-I'm not-" lied David.
But Wade tightened his grip on the man's arm, twisting the limb up towards his shoulder blades.
"Don't even bother lying you me, you fucking asshole," he said in a dangerous voice. "If I hear that you have hurt her in any way. I will fucking kill you. Actually not just kill you… I will dismember you piece by fucking piece and enjoy it when it do….Are we clear?"
David gave a whimper.
"Are we fucking clear?" repeated Wade with a growl, giving him another shove.
"Mmhmm," managed David, trembling within Wade's grasp.
"Good," said the merc in a low whisper into David's ear.
Suddenly he let go of the pathetic dark haired man…
And before David could even turn around, Wade had disappeared off into the night.
Missy was stood in the kitchen when she heard the front door slam.
She brightened.
It was David.
He had changed his mind. She knew it…
Her heart leapt as she dreamt of where he would whisk her off to this evening for a nice romantic meal.
Quickly Missy, turned heading back into the living room. Only to see-
"David?" she said, her eyes widening in horror.
Her boyfriend was stood there, blood pouring from his nose. His previously crisp white shirt ruined.
His face was twisted into a furious scowl.
She strutted quickly over to him on her high heels.
"W-What happened?" she stared, trying to reach out from him…
But David shoved her away.
"This is your fault," he snapped, pointing a finger at her face. "Your so called friend Wade Wilson did this to me."
He marched over to the bathroom, wiping at his bloody nose with the back of his hand.
Missy paled.
"W-Wade did this?" she asked, following him.
David shot her a dark look, running water from the sink faucet and washing the blood from his face.
"That's what I fucking said didn't I?" he shouted. "Or did I stutter?"
Missy jumped at his outburst. She lingered by the door, her hands scrunched nervously at her sides.
He turned back towards her, wiping at his face with a hand towel.
"What the fuck have you been telling him, huh?" he said taking a step towards her.
Missy's eyes widened. "Nothing…" she said looking like a rabbit caught in the headlights.
Here she was, yet again, lying to her own boyfriend.
She watched as David unbuttoned his shirt, peeled it from his body and flung it unceremoniously into the laundry basket, missing her face by mere inches.
He stared into the mirror, examining his bruised face.
"I'm sorry," uttered Missy quietly.
She felt terrible.
But David merely scowled at her over his shoulder.
"You should be," he said storming past her and heading into the bedroom, tugging open the wardrobe door. "You realise this is all down to you."
Missy followed him, her head bowed low, like a scolded pet.
She watched as he put on another, this time dark shirt, buttoning it up quickly.
"Y-You're still going out?" she asked taking a step towards him, her sad eyes looking him up and down.
But David didn't answer her. He merely shoved back past her, heading out of the bedroom door once again.
And before Missy could even move, she heard the front door slam loudly, causing the entire apartment to shudder.
She gave a gulp.
What had Wade done?
He had ruined everything between her and David…
She gave a sudden dark frown and stormed over to the couch, grabbing her coat and flinging it quickly on over her blouse and skirt.
Wade was going to have to explain himself to her…
Right now…
Twenty minutes later, Missy arrived at Wade's building.
It was a dark night and freezing cold, but right now she didn't care.
She was only there a moment, when a couple appeared through the glass door, leaving it open just long enough for Missy to shuffle inside.
Her face was set as she climbed the stairs in her skyscraper- high heels.
She was furious for what Wade had done to David.
Part of her was so angry at him…
And yet, the way David had spoken to her…
The way he had treated her….
It hurt.
She gave a gulp as she reached Wade' door, hammering her fist loudly upon it. She flicked back her long, smooth caramel ponytail and waited.
A second passed…
Then another…
Until the door was finally flung open.
Stood there was Wade, his face serious.
He had on a grey hooded jacket thrown over a white t-shirt and jeans. As casual as ever but this still didn't stop Missy's breath catching in her throat slightly as she saw him.
But she was here for a reason.
"Why did you do that?" she said, shaking her head, her face set into a deep scowl.
"What?" said Wade, in a tired voice, gazing at her.
He obviously knew exactly what she was talking about, but his face gave nothing away.
Missy took a step towards him. She had no time for his bullshit. Not today.
"You know what.." she said incredulously, her voice raised. "Why are getting involved in my life, Wade?"
But the merc gave a dark frown.
"You know exactly why," he snapped, bringing himself up to his full height, staring down at her. "Because you're my friend-"
"Yeah and David's my boyfriend!" yelled Missy, not caring what if Wade's neighbours could hear her. She was so furious at the merc for not showing any remorse for what he had done to the man she-
Well, …the man she-
She loved David…didn't she?
She stared up at Wade.
"He's a fucking asshole who treats you like shit….and you just sit there and take it…" began Wade, his voice accusing.
But Missy scowled, her eyes flashing dangerously. She was so angry at him right now.
"What the hell has it even got to do with you?" she shouted.
"It has everything to do with me, when I have to watch that motherfucker grind you down," he said his jaw set and his brow furrowed. "Every time I see you it's like that spark has disappeared a bit more. I can't fucking bare to watch that."
But Missy shook her head.
"Why do you even care, Wade-" she said exasperatedly, staring up at him. But the merc cut across her suddenly…
"Because I'm fucking crazy about you!" he shouted, his eyes locked on hers.
Missy stopped, gazing up at him, breathing hard…
She could feel her heart pounding inside her chest.
And before she could stop herself…. she had pounced on him, pressing her lips to his.
This time Wade reacted instantly, his rough hand reaching up to her face, his other slipping down her spine.
She pushed against him roughly, her hands tugging at his jacket, sliding it from his shoulders.
Heat rising in her…
In him…
Tongues moving against the others.
She could taste candy apples…and the taste of want…. of need…
After a moment of two she gasped for breath, pulling away from him just long enough to pull the t-shirt from over his head.
He kissed at her slender neck as she quickly unbuttoned her blouse, allowing it to pool onto the floor.
Missy managed to gasp, as his tongue lapped against her skin, before capturing his lips in hers once again.
A warmth pooled inside her…as she reached around, unzipping her pencil skirt, and pushing it from her hips.
She wanted him so, so badly right now and by his heavy lidded gaze , he wanted her too…
All she had on was a set of lacy black underwear and a pair of black patent high heels. And as Wade tore his lips away from hers, she watched as he glanced down momentarily, giving a growl of approval. Before his mouth met with hers again.
This time, his hands gripped her thighs and he lifted her easily, kicking the front door shut as he did so.
Wade carried her over to his bed, before dropping her gently down onto the mattress, hovering over her.
He kissed again, as if he never wanted his lips to leave hers… so desperate to taste her…
He left a trail of kisses down her jaw…her neck…over her chest…
His hands sliding down her thighs…
His kisses reached her stomach…
Missy gave a gulp… breathing hard…
Wade's fingers seemed to dance over the top of her lacy panties… his kisses moving lower...
And lower…
Before suddenly…
Missy gasped... tossing her head back… her eyes rolling back in her head.
Her mouth slowly parting…
A moan of pleasure escaping her soft lips…...
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