It was late on Saturday evening, almost a week later, and Missy was sat on the bus.

She was dressed up ready for yet another date, her hair up in a sleek ponytail with a chic black dress on.

Her next match from her online dating profile, had been a young baby-faced guy named Hugo, who worked as a barista in a trendy coffee shop on the other side of the city. She had agreed to meet him after his shift and go for a bite to eat.

Missy was scrolling through her phone, when the bus crawled to a halt, next to a stop.

Barely paying attention, she shuffled over as figure came to sit beside her.

"You should friend-request me on Candy Crush," came a sudden gravelly voice at her side. "I feel like you could do with some boosters. Getting stuck on level 80 is pretty pathetic."

A sudden frown plastered itself across her face as she slowly turned, staring up.

Sitting beside her was that red-masked Deadpool guy…again.

What the hell was his problem?

"Are you stalking me or something?" she said in a hushed tone, staring around the bus making sure no one was looking at her.

Today his outfit had changed slightly. Instead of his usual zipped sweater, he now had on a red and black spandex suit, with leather patches attached to the shoulders. But his mask still looked a little odd, just made up of a hastily sewed piece of cotton with white and black eyes.

"Pffft," growled Deadpool folding his arms across his chest. "I'm just here to-"

"Let me guess?" said Missy in a mocking tone, turning her body to face him. "Give me some friendly advice?"

She shot him a fake smile.

"What are you about to tell me today? That my date is some kind of terrorist?" she said in a sarcastic voice. She rolled her eyes turning back to her phone.

"What if he was?" said Deadpool in a fake tone. "Wouldn't you rather know that you were dating some sort of….psycho?"

Missy glanced up.

"Uh…you're one to talk about people being psycho…" she said shaking her head. "You're wearing a Halloween costume. ….IT'S JULY!"

"Hey! I don't make fun of what you're wearing!" he said huskily in a loud carrying voice. "Even if you do look totally smokin' hot in that dress by the way…."

Missy peered up at him confusedly.

Her eyes searched his masked face for a long moment.

"Is this about my job?" she asked, narrowing her eyes. "Is that it? You think you can save me from a couple of bad dates and give me the charm offensive and I'm just going to give you the codes to Tony Stark's lab or something?"

She couldn't read Deadpool's face, obscured by his red mask.

"Because I'm just admin," she said shaking her head. "I just make copies, take the minutes at meetings and order stationary. I can't help you with whatever it is you're trying to do."

The figure beside her was quiet for a few long seconds.

"Like I said before," Deadpool said in a low, muffled voice. "I'm just here to give you advice….about your date."

Missy gave a long sigh, folding her arms over her lap.

"Fine," she said slowly. "What's so wrong with this guy? He's just a barista. He seemed….cute."

She could have sworn she heard Deadpool give a low growl.

"Coffee breath," he said in that same horse tone. "Like bad….really bad…"

Missy raised an eyebrow and couldn't help but smirk.

"Do you really want to be making out with a guy who tastes like a gone-off macchiato that's been left to marinade for two weeks in a truck-stop bathroom?" he finished.

Missy made a face. "Stop…please…" she said a letting out a small laugh, before catching herself.

She glanced out of the bus window, as something in the distance suddenly caught her eye.

Her heart thudded in her chest… a horrible feeling twisting her stomach into knots of regret and sadness.

"Well…" said Missy shifting in her seat slightly. "…change of plans. This is my stop, if you'll excuse me…"

And with that she got to her feet, holding onto the overhead railing and attempting to slide past the masked man.

She wobbled unsteadily on her heels walking down the bus, as the driver pulled the vehicle to a stop.

She shot him a quick thank you and stepped off, clutching her purse to her.

But much to her annoyance however, she was swiftly joined by Deadpool, running to catch up with her.

"Well you're certainly dressed up for a date," he said in his fake gravelly tone. "And trust me this isn't the neighbourhood for that outfit if you've decided to walk home, I can assure you."

He was probably right. This area of town was not the nicest. But it wasn't here that she wanted to be….

"Thanks for the advice, Christian Bale" she shot at him. "You know, I think I'd warm to you a bit more if didn't keep talking in that stupid voice."

She glared at him from the corner of her eye, but Deadpool just gave a shrug.

"What stupid voice?" he uttered gruffly.

Missy gave a huff, strutting forwards on her high heels, determined.

"You don't have to follow me," she said pursing her lips together. "I'll be fine on my own, y'know. You've offered me your advice. Your work here is done."

But Deadpool kept in step with her as they turned the corner.

Her heart began to pound once more as she saw it.

The sight that met Missy's eyes was one of heart-warming, yet sad memories for her….

There before her, were the twinkling lights of the fair. The same one that had rolled into town all those many months ago…. With its ferris wheel, its hook a duck stall, its cotton candy booth…

"I came here once, with a-" Missy began to explain, but she trailed off, giving a gulp. "It doesn't matter…"

It broke Missy's heart to think of that wonderful evening spent here with Wade. She had felt herself falling for him right then and there…

She hated herself for not ditching David and telling Wade how much he had meant to her when she had the chance.

And now…well, it was too late…

"You gonna go inside?" asked the masked man to her left, glancing down at her, his hoarse voice slightly softer this time.

Missy gave another gulp.

She wanted to…

She so wanted to…but-

"I can't…" she uttered, feeling tears prick at her eyes.

Oh god, she didn't want to cry…not in front of this….this, stranger

"Yeah you can…" murmured Deadpool quickly, in his low tone.

And before Missy could utter another word, the masked man had grabbed her hand in his own, tugging her down the boardwalk towards the funfair.

"What the-" said Missy a little startled. "What are you-"

But despite herself, she let out a small laugh.

They stepped under the enormous lit archway, Missy quickly pulling her hand away. But a hint of a smile seemed to linger on her face.

"You are actually crazy," she said folding her arms across herself and shooting him a look. "I don't even know you!"

"Like I said. Guardian. Angel," said the man cocking his two gloved thumbs towards himself. "I'm just here to look out for you."

Missy frowned through a smirk.

All this…it was so strange….

"And what exactly have I done to deserve this?" she asked, clutching her purse tightly and strolling over to a small hoopla stall, where two teenagers were busy attempting to toss several small hoops over some small bottles, all in a line.

Deadpool instantly followed her.

"I'm just your friendly neighbourhood, Pool. At your service." he uttered, his voice low.

Missy stared up at him shooting him a look.

"So what are you, some kind of superhero?" she asked goadingly. "What's your power? Making your voice sound like an ass?"

Missy saw Deadpool stop, turning to her, but he weirdly didn't say a word.

"So why the mask?" she asked, as they moved onto the next stall, the coconut-shy, where Wade had once won her a teddy-bear. "You don't seem like shy, retiring type?"

She smirked at him, but Deadpool merely gave an inward sigh that Missy just managed to catch.

"You wouldn't want to see what's underneath…" he said in a growling tone, as he gazed up at the coconut-shy through white eyes.

Missy's lips curved into a grin.

"Why, do you look like Donald Trump under there or something?" she asked teasingly.

But the man at her side merely gave a small gulp and turned away from the stall, his head bowed low and his shoulders slumped despondently.

Missy paled, her eyes widening slightly.

She had never meant to upset this masked man….whoever he was…

"I-I'm sorry," said Missy, jogging slightly to catch up with him. "I never meant to…."

But Deadpool was already a few paces ahead of her, and in her high-heels she just could not manage to keep up.

"Hey, Guardian Angel!" she cried suddenly, causing not only Deadpool, but several other people around them, to stop and stare at her. His white eyes met with hers. "You…er….you wanna ride the teacups with me?"

The masked man stared at her for a long moment, waiting as Missy caught up, flashing him a small smile.

She tugged on his spandex-sleeve slightly and gestured with her head over to the spinning ride.

"Come on weirdo," she said quietly, pulling him along.

Missy glanced down at his outfit, all tight fitting spandex….

"I'm guessing that suit of yours doesn't have pockets for cash," she said shooting him a smirk and pulling a couple of dollars from her purse and handing it to the ride-vendor. "You are definitely going to have to start carrying some money on you, if you're going to become my personal love-advisor, y'know…"

And with that she grasped the tips of his gloved fingers lightly in hers and pulled him onto the small purple teacup... and for the faintest of moments she smelled candy apples…

A scent that reminded her only of Wade Wilson…

But she barely had time to think on this and the ride started up, the pair of them sat opposite one another, their knees brushing as they did so.


Missy laughed as they headed over to the funfair exit.

The pair of them hadn't even said a word to one another since getting on the ride but their silence was comfortable…warm…

"So I guess I should head home now that I no longer have a date to go on," she said, biting her lip teasingly and chancing glance over at the masked Deadpool, as they walked side by side.

She heard him chuckle, in his deep gravelly, and yet, oh-so-fake, tone. "Hey, look on the bright side," he said lightly. "You've obviously saved yourself about three hundred dollars a month in mouthwash."

Missy gave a laugh.

"So are you going to ruin any more of my dates?" she asked goadingly, cocking an eyebrow at him.

As much as he annoyed her, she had had fun with him tonight. He had somehow managed to take her mind off Wade Wilson even if it was only for a few moments.

"Depends if you've got more dates on the cards?" he said in a meaningful voice. "Like I said…it's just advice….advice you should take, of course..."

Missy turned to him, stopping in her tracks.

She narrowed her eyes, smirking.

"So you never really answered my question," she said her eyes roving across his unfitting mask. "Are you stalking me? Because I don't know whether I should be calling 911..."

He stared down at her pausing for the longest of moments.

"Well if it's any consolation, I only stalk people I like..." said Deadpool in a deep tone.

And Missy could tell that behind his mask, he was smiling.

Missy grinned, looking down at the ground, scuffing her high-heels.

"Ok then," she said blinking slowly and staring up at the masked man before her...the strangest feelings bubbling in the pit of her stomach... "Well I guess I I'll see you soon...Deadpool."

She gave a laugh.

"Jeez, I still don't even really know who you are," she said shaking her head as she walked away.

"Uh, guardian angel. Get with program!" called Deadpool after her, in his same gruff voice.

But Missy merely smiled not looking back, clutching her arms around herself, as she walked back under the twinkling archway, towards home.


Thanks to FreyaCabanas, cherrishish, EliseWatson, ErynLasgalen3791, BellaFantasia, kaayrakoi, Emiliaroosky14, NIGHTWINGSSJSS and McflyGoonieFaxFan for reviewing the last chapter.

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