Missy was stood staring up at a huge cubist painting, tilting her head back and forth, her arms folded across her floaty white blouse.
It was 6pm and she was still in her work clothes, pencil skirt and enormously high heels, handbag hanging loosely from her elbow.
Missy had just come from the office and was due to meet a guy named Hamish here for their date, in a pretentious modern art gallery the other side of town.
But he was already running fifteen minutes late…and Missy was getting hungry and very, very impatient.
"Ok…so what are we thinking?" came a sudden low voice at her side, causing Missy to smile to herself. "Do you thinks it's a guy getting an enema? Or just a kid playing the cello?"
She turned to see Deadpool standing at her side, arms folded, mirroring her, staring up at the huge painting before them.
She narrowed her eyes at him. She hadn't seen him in a couple of weeks, not since she'd scheduled her last 'date' at the coffee bar.
If Missy was honest, she had been keeping her eye out for him, almost hoping that he would burst into her life unannounced once more.
Not that this date with Hamish was an excuse for this masked man to show up again, of course….
Her eyes travelled up and down his spandex covered form.
He looked different now. His outfit was now all red spandex and black leather, and covering his face was a new tight red mask with imposing white eyes. At his waist hung a brown utility belt with two large guns in holsters at his sides. But it was the swords at his back, that drew her attention the most.
"You look…..different" she said staring up at him, raising an eyebrow.
He glanced down at her, his white eyes narrowing playfully.
"Good different or bad different?" he asked, in his usual 'put-on' gruff tone.
Missy gave a smirk, turning back to the painting. "Just…different.." she said, tugging on her bottom lip with her teeth.
She could feel Deadpool's gaze on her.
Her heart began to pound…
"So…" he said in a playful tone, pulling up his sleeve slightly and glancing at a colourful cartoon watch on his wrist. "…Old Hamish's a bit late right? You think he's turned up, taken one look at you and then changed his mind?"
Missy gaped, shooting him an angry scowl. "Excuse me?" she said shifting her weight onto one hip.
"Well I'm just saying, you could have made a bit of an effort…still in your work clothes..." he said with a sigh. "…doesn't exactly show much interest on your part. I mean, I think you look like a total smokin' hot fox….but knowing Hamish.."
"You don't know Hamish!" Missy snapped.
"Neither do you…" said Deadpool in a gravelly tone, giving a shrug.
Missy frowned darkly, before turning away from him once more.
Ok, technically he was right…
She gave another audible huff, but she could see that Deadpool was merely grinning behind his mask.
"Well it's his loss, if he doesn't show," said the masked man. "I'd definitely wouldn't turn my nose up at a date with you."
Missy's lips twitched, but her gaze remained fixed on the odd, shapely canvas before her.
"So…" said Missy in a teasing voice. "If you went on a date with me, where would you whisk me off to next? The ballet? Drinks at The Ritz?"
The masked figure merely turned to her.
"Give me a break…" he said his same old gruff tone. "I know you're more a bar-fight and a handful of salted nuts kinda girl."
Missy let out a small laugh, before nudging Deadpool in the side with her hip.
"You have been stalking me!" she said mockingly as he let out a small chuckle from his spandex covered mouth.
The pair strutted naturally over to a small bronze sculpture of what looked like two figures entwined.
"You think they're fucking?" said Deadpool quickly, cocking his head at the twisted model.
Missy grinned before glancing down at the small white sign beneath the sculpture.
"It's called 'The Lovers'…so probably, yeah," she said with a nod.
For the smallest of moments Missy let out a barely there sigh.
But as she did so, she saw Deadpool turn to her.
And for a moment he looked as though he was about to say something…but then quickly changed his mind, leading them over to the door to the gallery.
"I think I'm done here," said Missy pulling her cell from her pocket and checking the time.
"I doubt Hamish, is going to show," she said quietly, looking slightly despondent.
Maybe he had taken one look at her and changed his mind…
"Great!" said Deadpool suddenly. "Because I'm starving. You wanna go grab like a hot dog and try and trip up some teenagers at the skate park around the corner?"
Missy frowned for a short second.
Should she go with him? Was any of this a good idea?
Well, she was STARVING…so maybe she could go for just one quick bite to eat…
And Deadpool….well, he was sort of….fun. And fun was definitely something she deserved nowadays.
"Sounds….good…" she said her face breaking into a light smile.
And with that both of them strolled from the art gallery, walking close….neither of them noticing an out of breath Hamish entering through a door on the opposite side of the room…
"I haven't seen you in a while…" said Vanessa smiling as Missy took a seat opposite her. "You met anyone nice on your dates yet?"
They were at the Strip Club that Vanessa worked at, sitting in a gloomy corner, as girls on poles gyrated close by.
Missy smiled to herself.
One person definitely sprung to mind.
"No. Well…yes… " she began, blushing slightly. "But I didn't meet him from the dating site…"
She took a nervous gulp of air as Vanessa raised her eyebrows, looking intrigued.
"He's…um…" Missy glanced down at her lap. "…I met this guy…a-and he's funny and nice… and last night we hung out and it was….lovely…"
Missy had had an amazing time. After she and Deadpool had left the art gallery, he had treated her to a hot dog (remembering to bring some dollar bills with him this time) and the pair had hung out by the railings of the underground skate park, watching (and laughing) at the various teenagers as they fell off their boards.
Deadpool hadn't eaten anything and Missy just presumed it was because he didn't want to lift up his mask. She hadn't wanted to push the subject with him, so had left it at that.
"That's amazing!" said Vanessa with a squeal. "Where did you meet him?"
Missy gave another gulp.
"Well….he sort of….just turned up one night…a-and…oh, I don't know…"
She looked down sadly.
"He's just the first guy to make me feel….." Missy faltered slightly, giving a slight frown. "…to make me feel anything, since Wade…"
This was true. David had treated her so badly, that that was a hard thing to get over…to trust someone like that again.
But there was just something about Deadpool that made her feel relaxed…comfortable…at home…
Vanessa merely smiled, reaching across the table, grabbing Missy's hand and giving it a squeeze.
"That's good…" she said in an encouraging voice. "So what's the lucky guy's name?"
Missy bit her lip, wincing slightly.
"Um…..Deadpool.." she murmured, the tops of her cheeks turning the slightest shade of pink.
Vanessa immediately frowned.
"Dead-what?" she said incredulously. "He sounds like one of those goddamn superheroes you see on tv…wait a minute, he doesn't wear some sort of creepy costume or anything does he?"
Missy made a face. "Well...kinda…..." she said in a quiet tone.
But Vanessa quickly shook her head.
"So, what? You met this guy at work?" she asked. "Is he one of the Avengers or something…What does he even look like?"
Missy bit her lip. "No…I…well, he sort of just showed up," she said crossing her long legs. "And….he sort of….wears a mask…"
Vanessa gave a huff, shaking her head. "So you've never even seen his face!?"
Ok, when she put it like that…
Missy looked down into her lap once more.
Maybe she had been a total idiot.
"I just…." Missy began, but she just gave a sigh. "It doesn't matter..."
Vanessa opened her mouth to speak but as he did so a surly looking man in a dark shirt strutted over towards them.
"Nessa, break's over sweetheart," he said cocking a thumb back over toward the bar.
Vanessa rolled her eyes, getting to her feet.
"Listen," she said staring down at Missy. "I only want you to be happy. But just promise me you'll be careful with this Deadpool guy. Just his name makes him sound like trouble to me. Sounds more like a supervillain than a superhero…Just make sure he's who you think he is before doing anything rash, ok?"
Missy gave a nod.
Vanessa was probably right…
But that didn't stop Missy wanting to see him again…
The next day Missy had arranged to meet another guy from her matches, in the hope that Deadpool would show up.
She was sat in a nice restaurant not far from her apartment, in a wonderfully sleek lilac dress that clung to her hips, making the most of her every curve, her long caramel hair smooth and sleek, tucked behind her ears.
But to her disappointment, for the first time in weeks, Deadpool was nowhere to be seen.
She had already made it to dessert, sitting opposite her date, Dan….who had nothing but brag about himself the whole evening.
Missy shoved another spoonful of ice cream into her mouth, as Dan droned on about how up and coming he was in the world of business. The quicker she could hurry this meal along the better.
Part of her was almost hurt that Deadpool had failed to show…
But how could she rely on him when she didn't even know his real name.
"So…that's when I told him that you need pretty big balls to be in business with me…" said Dan nodding, a cocky smirk plastered across his face. "And if he couldn't handle that….then I would be looking for investment elsewhere…"
Missy gave a sigh. "Wow…that's amazing…" she said with a hint of sarcasm which Dan unfortunately failed to catch.
She placed her spoon down onto her plate as Dan cocked an eye at her, leaning forwards over the table, linking his fingers together.
"Do you have big balls?" he asked suddenly.
Missy stared up quickly.
"Excuse me?" she asked scowling.
"Do you have big balls?" he repeated with no hint of irony on his face. "You know for just a small investment of only twelve thousand dollars you could be going into business with me…"
He cocked his thumbs at himself, as Missy threw him unimpressed look, getting swiftly to her feet.
She had absolutely no interest in continuing this conversation.
"I think I'm good thanks," she said in a simpering voice, pulling a wad of cash hurriedly from her purse. "But I will give you forty dollars for my meal."
And with that she tossed the cash down onto the table, leaving the restaurant without another word to the disgruntled Dan.
Missy gave a huff, as she stepped out into the cool night air, clutching her arms over herself.
Some guys really were jerks weren't they?
She wasn't that far from her home, so even in her white high heels, she decided to walk the couple of blocks back to her apartment.
But Missy had barely gone a few yards when a sudden red and black suited figure caught up with her, completely out of breath.
"Sorry…" puffed Deadpool in a low voice, bending over, his hand on his knees, as Missy came to a stop. "….I….got held up…."
He had obviously run all the way here.
Missy made to smile, but as Deadpool pulled himself into an upright positon once more, that smile turned into a frown as she stared at him in horror.
His suit was completely covered in bullet holes, but not only that… ruby red blood was splattered all across the tight spandex and leather, making it look as though he had just walked straight out of a horror movie.
"What the…" she began, taking a sudden step away from him.
Deadpool gazed quickly down at himself before staring back up at her. "What?" he asked in his gravelly voice. "Oh this?"
With that he pointed down to the blood-stains across his torso.
"Oh the blood," he said casually. "Don't worry, it's not mine."
But this was not the answer Missy was looking for.
Perhaps Vanessa was right…..perhaps he was more a supervillain after all.
She really knew nothing about him….or what he was capable of.
What David had done to her….how could she trust anyone like that again…even if if it was someone she thought she knew…
And this…
She stared up at Deadpool a little frightened.
Well, this was not what Missy needed…
Vanessa had been right. She needed to be careful. And fraternising with people like Deadpool wouldn't do her any good…
"I-I should go…" she said taking another step back, then another…
Deadpool's masked face merely stared after her, as Missy turned on her heel, disappearing off down the street and out of sight.
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