It was a Thursday evening, and the presence of the masked man a mere five days ago, was still playing on Missy's mind.
At first, she had tried as hard as she could to ignore his comments.
But she had only made it as far as the ticket booth at the movie theatre where she had met Tom, her date, who had then proceeded to tell her that he was a bit short on cash this week, and asked if she could pay for the movie tickets.
Missy had merely smiled, turned on her heel and walked straight out of there, leaving Tom gawping after her.
She had no time for any idiot guys and their bullshit. Not anymore.
She was going to sort her life out, find a nice guy who appreciated her. Like Wade had.
A guy who would treat her nicely, that would pick up the tab very now and again, make her laugh and that DIDN'T wear some sort of weirdo mask, that was for sure.
What the hell had been that guy's problem, turning up, disguising his voice like that? Guardian Angel? Pfft, more like mental patient, she thought.
So tonight Missy had bought herself a ginormous pizza with all of the toppings, and now sat with her laptop on her knees.
She gave a sigh propping her head up with her hand.
Should she do this? Really?
Well, she certainly wouldn't find any nice guys in Weasel's bar…
Taking a deep breath, she hit the submit button, staring down at her screen.
"She's on a dating website now?" said Wade slumping down despondently onto a rickety barstool in Sister Margaret's School for Wayward Girls.
Weasel who was stood wiping glasses with a dirty rag gave a shrug.
"That's what Vanessa said when she came in yesterday," he said in a slow voice. "Said that Missy's got a profile set up and everything. Getting quite a few matches as well, by the sounds of it."
Wade gave a groan, letting his head fall forwards onto the scrubbed wooden bar-top.
Weasel merely stared at him.
"Look I know your depressed man, but you should just go and talk to her," said the bespectacled man.
But Wade lifted his head slightly, shooting him Weasel a dark look.
"No what I should do is find Francis and get him to change me back to the handsome rogue I once was," said Wade in a pernickety tone. "That way I can woo her back the proper way, instead of making a fucking online dating profile like some of those weirdos on those sites."
"How's the vigilante thing working out for you anyway?" Weasel asked lightly. "You fucked up any bad guys?"
But Wade gave a sigh.
"A fair fucking few," he said in a bored tone. "But not one of them will even give me a sniff on Francis' location."
"FUCK!" he exclaimed loudly, bashing his gloved fist down on the bar, causing Weasel to jump. "All I wanna do is get the girl, live a fucking normal life, eat chimichangas, binge watch Netflix and make sweet, sweet love to her each and every night. I mean is that too much to fucking ask?"
Weasel shot Wade a sympathetic look, patting his mercenary friend of the shoulder.
"Horrific Freddy Kruger-chin up buddy. Your time'll come," he said with a weak smile, before reaching down underneath the bar and pulling out a battered old ipad. "And in the meantime, why don't you do a bit of recognisance work on your lovely lady friend. Her dating profile and details of everything she's looking for in a man, are only two clicks away after all…"
Wade stared up at Weasel, giving a dark frown, before, after what felt like an eternity, snatching the ipad from his friend's hands.
Missy was all dressed up, yet again, in a gorgeous skirt and floaty blouse.
She had been matched with a guy online almost instantly and now here she was, sitting across from him in a cosy Italian restaurant.
He was dark and handsome and unfortunately reminded her a bit of David, so as of yet, she hadn't quite warmed to him.
His name was Anthony and he worked in investment banking. He lived on his own in a swanky apartment on the upper east-side of the city.
He seemed nice, but the one major downside was that he had not stopped checking his phone all evening.
"A-Am I keeping you from something?" smiled Missy, as he glanced down tapping at his cell for the thirtieth time this evening.
"No, no, of course not," said the guy with a charming smile, glancing up at her immediately.
Missy toyed with her taglaitelle, before she could lift her fork to take another bite, Anthony had got to his feet.
"Actually…" he said with an apologetic face. "I probably should take this…"
And with that, he walked towards the bathrooms, lifting the phone to his ear as he did so.
Missy gave a sigh, dropping her forkful of pasta and resting her chin on her elbow, her eyes travelling down to her plate of food.
What was so bad about her, huh? Was she such terrible company?
"Mmmm what's this, tortellini?" came a sudden gruff voice in front of her.
A voice she recognised….
Missy stared up quickly, only to come to face with-
"You?" she said scowling and staring up into the face of the red-masked figure once again.
His outfit was slightly different this time, more zips and sewed-on patches on his sweater, and over his eyes were two white pieces of mesh where there previously had been eyeholes.
He held up a forkful of food from Anthony's plate, examining it.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" said Missy exasperatedly, staring at him.
The figure gave an easy shrug.
"Just came to warn you about this guy," he said in a fake voice, cocking his thumb back at Anthony who was stood against the back wall of the restaurant talking, no, shouting down the phone. "He's a major workaholic. Apparently he even turned down sex with Megan Fox because he claimed stocks of crude oil were taking a turn for the worst."
Missy wrinkled her nose.
"What are you talking about?" she said, leaning back in her chair and taking in the masked man. "Who even are you?"
"Like I said, I'm just here to give you some advice on guys you need to steer well clear of," he uttered in a gravelly tone. "Like a guardi-"
"Yeah, my fucking guardian angel. You said," said Missy rolling her eyes, her voice thick with sarcasm. "So does my guardian angel even have a name?"
There was a pause where the masked man started at her through white eyes.
Missy was just about to snap at him again-
"Deadpool," he uttered in a low voice.
Missy parted her lips, her eyes travelling over his obscured face.
"Deadpool?" she repeated in a quiet tone.
The masked man gave a nod. There was something about him that Missy couldn't quite put her finger on…
"Well, Deadpool, thanks for the advice," she continued with a sigh. "But I'm sure I'll be fine…."
She raised her eyebrows at him, shooting him a fake smile.
Missy watched as he slowly got to his feet, giving her a swift salute before strutting off as other restaurant-goers stared at this odd man.
It wasn't a second later that Anthony reappeared.
"Sorry about that," he said, giving her a swift smile and taking a sip of wine. "Now I'm all yours."
But before she could even say another word, his phone buzzed again and Anthony gave sudden startling roar of frustration, causing an elderly couple next to them to stare over.
"Sorry, I'm going to have to go back to the office. We're losing dollars on the price of silver as we speak," he said getting to his feet and plucking his jacket from the back of his chair. "But let's do this again? Tomorrow night?"
Missy sighed inwardly, forcing a smile and looking up at Anthony.
"I don't think so," she said in a quiet voice.
Anthony gave a frown before nodding and waltzing away without another word.
Missy stared down at her plate and pushed it away from her.
She signalled to a waiter.
"Can I skip straight to dessert please?" she asked in a glum voice. "I'll take two slices of that caramel cheesecake …and I can I have a top up of wine while you're at it too?"
The waiter nodded, shuffling away as Missy gave a sigh.
This was all that Deadpool's fault…
Annoying idiot…. whoever he even was…..
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