Missy walked despondently down the sidewalk towards her apartment building.
Had she been wrong for just running away from Deadpool like that?
She regretted it, she did, but right now she just needed some space…and a chance to think things through.
She had agreed to meet with Vanessa tonight after her shift, which she knew would do her good. Talking things through with a friend always did.
Clutching her purse tightly to herself Missy slowly climbed the steps up towards her building.
But just as she reached the main doors, there came a sudden voice from behind her…
"Missy…"
She bit her lip, staring down at her high-heels.
He had chased after her, she knew it.
Trying as hard as she could to keep butterflies from dancing about inside her stomach, she turned.
But the person standing in front of her was not who she expected to see at all…
"D-David?" she stuttered, as she took in the tall, dark-haired man before her.
The man she had been with for two years, the man who she had loved so dearly but who had caused her so much pain and anguish…
He shot her a smile, one hand on the railing.
"Hey…." he uttered gently, his eyes wide and remorseful.
Missy gave a gulp.
Just his presence here….
That look he was giving her…
She could feel her defences crumbling down around her…
Her heart began to pound.
"W-What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice wavering slightly.
David gave a sad sigh, glancing down at the steps and rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.
"I just came to see you…" he said in a quiet voice. "I missed you…"
Missy looked at him uncertainly.
She could feel herself giving in to him as he climbed the steps towards her.
All that power he had over her all that control…slowly filtering back in.
"Can we go inside and talk?" he asked placing a hand to her arm, coming to stand on the top step, mere inches away from her.
She could smell his old familiar cologne…
He gave a charm-filled smile.
And before Missy knew what she was doing she had given a nod and turned and headed inside….with David following close behind her…
"Fuck fuck fuck," said Wade, pacing back and forth across the sticky floor.
He was stood in full Deadpool costume inside of Weasel's empty bar.
He was visibly raging so, so angry at himself.
"I've fucked everything up," he said giving a frustrated roar as Weasel looked on.
"Look man, I'm sure she'll come around-" the scruffy barman offered, but Wade cut across him, slamming his gloved fist down onto the bar.
"No she won't," said Wade loudly. "I know what she's been through. Why would she even trust me?"
Wesel gave a shrug.
"I don't know…but maybe you should just come clean…tell her it's been you the whole time…" said the bespectacled man. "I'm sure she'd be so overcome with emotion she won't care that you've been right there for months all along."
Wade blinked hard behind his mask, letting his head fall to his chest.
"I've screwed everything up," he said letting out a difficult breath.
Weasel pursed his lips together shooting his friend a sympathetic look.
"Look Wade," he said. "She'll still care about you. Even looking like-"
"Wade?" came a sudden voice, cutting Weasel off.
The merc looked up quickly…
…to see Vanessa walking through the door…..
She stared up into his masked face, her brow furrowed into a deep frown.
Wade gave a sudden gulp as her eyes roved over his costume, his red and black mask, his guns…
"I-It's you isn't it?" she said, shaking her head. "You're Deadpool?"
Wade glanced over at Weasel who looked as nervous as Wade felt, before turning back to the dark-haired woman before him.
"Yes," he uttered guiltily.
Missy had obviously spoken about him.
"How?..." she asked wide-eyed, looking confused. "Why are you…I don't understand?"
The merc stared down at the ground.
"Missy can't find out…." he murmured slowly.
But Vanessa cut him off angrily.
"Why the hell not?" she said in an credulous voice. "Y-You need to talk to her, tell her that it's you…"
"No, it's not that simple," he snapped.
"She's hurting…" said Vanessa. "She thinks you're dead! She needs you…"
Wade gritted his teeth.
"What she needs this? Hmmm?" he said loudly.
And all of a sudden, without any warning Wade tugged off his mask…
Vanessa faltered, her mouth agape, as her eyes travelled over his scarred red skin…
"What happened to you?" she said after the longest of moments.
Wade gave another difficult sigh.
"It doesn't matter," he said pulling the red spandex back over his face. "All that matters is that I'm trying as hard I can to fix it ….and I just need time… I don't want Missy to ever have to see me like this…"
Vanessa stared at him sadly.
"She won't care Wade, she loves you," said Vanessa gently. "Just go see her. She's at her place right now. She just cancelled on me."
Vanessa held up her cell phone.
"She said that one of her exes has called around and she couldn't make it for our catch up anymore…"
Wade narrowed his eyes, gazing slowly up at Vanessa.
"What?" he uttered a low, dangerous voice.
Vanessa paused giving a slight frown.
"Wait…..it can't be David surely?" said Vanessa shaking her head. "She wouldn't have let him in…..right?"
But at that moment, Wade didn't want to wait a minute longer to find out…
He clenched his jaw, his masked face set and stormed past his two friends, heading swiftly out of the bar…
It wasn't twenty minutes later than he climbed the stairs to towards Missy's apartment, taking the steps two at a time.
He had warned David to stay away and yet the fucking idiot hadn't kept his promise.
If he had done anything to hurt her… Or worse, found a way to weedle his way back into Missy's life…Wade was going to kill him. There was no doubt about it….
He reached her floor, turning and heading down the corridor.
But as he finally reached her door….he found that it was already ajar…
Missy was sat on the sofa, head in her hands, trembling.
David had left just a few minutes ago and Missy's heart was still racing at a mile a minute.
Suddenly she heard the front door creak open.
Panic set in…
Had David come back?
She stared quickly up at the open door…only for her eyes to instead land on a familiar red and black suited figure.
Missy breathed a sigh of relief, her lip quivering slightly.
She could see that behind Deadpool's mask, his face was set into a deep frown, his white eyes searching the room.
"Hey…" she murmured quietly, causing his eyes to immediately fix onto hers.
"You alright?" he asked in his usual deep tone, taking a step towards her.
Missy gazed at the ceiling, trying as hard as she could to stop the tears from cascading down her cheeks.
"Mmhmm," she said with a pained expression, before glancing over at Deadpool once more.
"I'm sorry…..about earlier…" she said, shaking her head. "I shouldn't have-"
But the masked man cut across her.
"It's fine," he assured her, moving closer.
Missy twisted her hands together fretfully.
She was still in her sleek lilac dress and high heels.
Her heart and mind right now were racing…
She really didn't know what to do with herself…
Suddenly she got to her feet.
"I need to, um….I'm gonna go change…" she said an unsteady voice. "Can you…. …don't go…..ok?"
Deadpool gave a calm nod, merely watching as Missy disappeared off into her bedroom. Not even bothering to turn of the light.
She sat down onto the bed in the unlit room, removing her shoes, on at a time… watching as the moonlight drifted across the floor.
She felt exhausted….drained…
Like David had managed to somehow suck all of the life out of her, just as he used to do when they were together…
She peeled off her dress, heading over to her bureau and pulling out a tank top and a pair of grey shorts.
She quickly changed and glanced at her appearance in the mirror.
Missy let out a long breath, trying to take a moment to compose herself.
She had come so far in these last few months. She needed to remember that.
Suddenly there came a gentle knock on the door.
Standing in the doorway was Deadpool, looking over at her concernedly.
"Sorry…." she uttered, tucking a strand of her caramel hair behind her ear. "My evening's just seemed to go from bad to worse tonight…"
Deadpool didn't say a word, his white eyes merely fixed on her as she came to sit once more on the edge of the bed.
"I used to date this guy…" she started, her words a little shaky. "We were good….great…once. And then…well, he wasn't who I thought he was…."
The words were difficult for Missy to even say…
And yet here she was pouring her heart out to a complete stranger…
Someone she didn't even know…
But all she needed right now was…someone…
"He used to…" Missy gave a gulp, staring down at the wooden floorboards. "…he used to hurt me….like not always physically….but I was trapped….in this horrible life…."
She gave a difficult intake of breath.
"…but I had this….friend…" she said gently, a lone tear tracking it way down her cheek. "…his name was Wade…and he was…he told me that I needed to get out….I should have….I should have listened to him…."
She gave a tearful sigh, before pursing her lips together.
"Sorry," she said embarrassedly. "I don't know why I'm even….I barely know you…"
But Deadpool remained quiet, before slowly coming to sit down beside her on the end of the bed.
He felt the mattress shift under his weight.
"Did he hurt you tonight?" he asked in his same old gravelly tone. But his words were sincere, careful…
Missy glanced up, wiping at her cheek.
"No…" she said giving a small sniff. "He tried to charm his way back in here…but I just told him to fuck off."
Missy heard Deadpool give a chuckle behind his mask.
Missy smiled too, glancing over at his spandex-covered face.
David had indeed tried to charm her. A few soft words, a trailing of his fingers along her skin…
But Missy couldn't allow that to happen to herself again.
She had told him to fuck off out of her life once more and warned him that if he ever set foot near her again she would kill him. And that was a promise.
"Jeez, he was an asshole," explained Missy giving a light-hearted sigh. "I could have done with those guns of yours!"
She let out a yawn.
This whole evening had exhausted her….
So many terrible memories flooding back into her life.
Deadpool glanced over at her.
He was quieter than normal tonight. But Missy didn't mind this.
Even through the inches of space that separated them, she could feel his warmth enveloping her, in the darkness of the room.
"I should leave you to it…" he said suddenly in a low voice, breaking Missy from her thoughts.
She stared up quickly, her lips parting.
And before Deadpool could get to his feet, Missy grabbed his gloved hand.
"Stay…." she uttered, her eyes wide. "…please…"
For the longest of moments Deadpool stared down at her hand, on top of his… his breathing, she could tell, was shallow in his chest.
All she wanted was his company, his warmth, his closeness…
And without even saying a word, he gave a slow nod.
Missy tugged on her bottom lip with her teeth and she stared down at their hands, fingers entwining.
Gently tugging them away, she scooted up the bed and pulled the covers over herself, slipping down between the sheets.
For a moment, Deadpool stared at her through large white eyes before he stood, moving around the bed, and settling himself back down on top of the covers beside her.
Missy turned herself into his body, as he placed his arm around her shoulders…
They were so natural together…
Fitting every curve of each other perfectly…
This masked man she didn't even know…
But Missy smiled despite herself.
For the first time in a long time, she felt safe…
And as her eyes fluttered closed, the last thing she could have sworn she noticed was the small of candy apples lingering in the air… but before she had the chance to think on this, she had drifted off into comfortable sleep…the best that she had had in a very long time…
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