Missy pushed open the door to her apartment.

It was 6.45 and Missy had just finished a long, tiring day at work.

Not only had she had to deal with a tirade of emails and minute-taking, but she had also just narrowly escaped an invite to dinner, with a couple who worked on her floor.

Rob and Hannah had been pestering Missy for ages to go around theirs for a meal and have a double date with them. That would, of course, involve Wade trying to be normal for the night, which was never going to happen.

So Missy had carefully declined every offer with excuse after excuse.

They had never met Wade, not that she liked to keep him a secret, but as much as she tried, she wanted her work and home life as separate as possible, despite how difficult the masked merc made that for her sometimes.

Besides, she liked Hannah, she really did, but there was something about Rob that made her skin crawl.

There was something about the way he purposely brushed past her a little too close for comfort in the store cupboard or his hand lingered a little too close to the small of her back when he was asking her a question. He was conventionally good looking, tall and well-built.

But he was with Hannah and had been for about a year, so all the subtle flirting just proved to Missy that he was definitely not one to be trusted.

Pulling off her coat, she hung it up and glanced into the living room.

Wade was there sat on the couch in full, red spandex, minus the mask, with guns and ammo spread out of the coffee table before him. He glanced up as she appeared around the doorway.

"Hey babe…" he said in a playful voice. "You get my text?"

Missy rolled her eyes and fished in her handbag.

She tossed him a small package which he swiftly caught.

"Twinkies!" he said with a smile, ripping open the packet. "I told you I get cravings after I've finished a big job."

Wade had been gone by the time Missy had awoken this morning. She knew that he had been hired for a mercenary job, but the less she knew about his work the better.

But even now she could see that he had a lot less bullets on the table than he had this time yesterday.

But…. on the plus side, his suit looked OK this time. No missing limbs or major injuries at least.

She threw down her bag before slipping off her heels and flopping down next to Wade on the couch.

"Can we just order Chinese food and watch a really rubbish movie tonight," she said with a pout, toying with the leather patch at Wade's shoulder.

He turned to her and gave a grin. "I've heard Sharktopus is supposed to be TERRIBLE," he said leaning in towards her, mouth full of Twinkie. "So that means we're probably going to fucking love it."

Missy grimaced and gave a laugh. "Well if it's anything like Mega Piranha was, then I think we're in for a treat," she uttered with a nod. "Want a soda?"

She got to her feet and headed into the kitchen as the masked merc followed her.

But before she could reach the fridge Wade had grabbed her hand and spun her around to face him, before manoeuvring her backwards and pressing her up against the counter.

He leaned down and kissed her forcefully and it didn't take even a second for Missy to start kissing him back.

She could feel her breathing becoming shallow in her chest and a heat begin to build inside her.

Hitching up her pencil skirt she allowed him to lift her and place her onto the counter. She pressed herself into him, as he ground his hips against her.

After a moment she pulled her lips away from him and gazed up into his eyes smiling.

She leaned in close, her mouth grazing his ear. "You taste like Twinkie," she uttered in a breathy voice as Wade gave a needy groan.

He was just about to capture her lips in his once again when there was a sudden knock on the door.

They both paused in what they were doing, irritated with the interruption.

"Just fucking ignore it," said Wade, pressing his scarred lips to her slender neck, but Missy pushed him gently away.

"I should see who it is," she said with sigh. "It might be someone important."

Wade gave a dark frown as Missy hopped down from the counter.

"Is anyone really as important as me?" he said in a moody tone, as Missy shot him a smirk over her shoulder, heading for the door.

She brushed down her skirt and smoothed her long caramel hair before tugging open the door with a flourish.

She froze, eyes wide.

For there, on her doorstep, were her two work colleagues Rob and Hannah, stood there brandishing a bottle of wine.

"We just thought if you can't come to the double date, then the double date can come to you," said Rob with a grin, running a hand through his dark coiffed hair, his eyes lingering on Missy's face.

"I…um…" she uttered in a nervous voice, suddenly remembering she had about six guns and a ton of ammo still sitting on her coffee table.

"You're not going to leave us here on your doorstep are you?" said Rob, in a slick voice looking down at Hannah.

Missy gave a gulp. What excuse could she think of to get out of this one.

"Of course we're not," came a sudden voice over her shoulder and Missy turned to see Wade strutting towards her, mask now tightly over his face. "We always love having company around.

Missy turned back to Rob and Hannah who were stood gaping at the masked figure before them.

Deadpool was pretty notorious around Stark towers. Mainly as he was so volatile and the command was normally to Taser on sight to prevent him from causing and major damage to SHEILD HQ.

Very few people knew about their….relationship…..and so far, Missy had been happy about that.

Wade held the door open wide for them to enter, which they both did a little tentatively.

Missy turned to the masked merc and shot him a look, but she saw him grin behind his mask.

Oh, she was going to kill him when all this is over…

She turned back to the living room to see that the guns and ammo had all been miraculously cleared away. The place looked fairly normal….. apart from the red and black spandex wearing superhero in it, that was.

"Can I take your coats?" said Wade in a charming voice, giving a slight bow.

Missy rolled her eyes.

"Oooh thanks," said Hannah, handing her jacket to him a little apprehensively. "Y-your place is… lovely, Missy."

"Thanks," said Missy, as Rob handed her the bottle of red wine. His fingers brushed against hers for just a second too long.

Missy didn't look up at him but merely headed off into the kitchen to go and grab some wine glasses, giving a gulp as she did so.

"I don't think I've seen you around HQ very often," Missy heard Rob say to Wade. "I'm surprised you don't drop by to see Missy at work sometimes."

Missy reached up to her top shelf and pulled down three glasses. She knew Wade wouldn't bother lifting up his mask for a drink with visitors in full view.

She headed back into the living room to see Rob and Hannah taking a seat at the dining table.

"Oh I'm always dropping in. I'm just pretty discreet about it," said Wade, turning to Hannah and saying in a carrying whisper- "Mr Rogers upstairs isn't a big fan of me messing with his…avenging."

Hannah gave a laugh as Rob sniffed, staring up at Missy as she reappeared with the wine glasses.

"We brought you the red as I know it's your favourite," he said with a smile.

Missy vaguely recollected one uncomfortable moment in an elevator where Rob had intimidatingly cornered her and asked her what her favourite tipple was. She had nervously gone for red wine as it was the only thing that had popped into her head, before eagerly scurrying away.

Missy forced a smile which Wade seemed to catch, his white eyes travelling across her face.

"So, I though your said your were dog-sitting this weekend?" said Hannah, gazing around, as Missy uncorked the bottle of wine.

She froze for a split second before Wade spoke for her.

"It ran away," he said quickly, as Missy gritted her teeth.

"Ran away?" said Hannah, pressing a hand to her chest. "Oh no, that's terrible."

Wade sat down opposite them and leant back in his chair.

"Yeah, sad really. It teamed up with another dog and a cat and they decided to find their way home across the Rockies," he said shaking his head, earnestly. "Tragic. I really hope they make it."

Missy rolled her eyes.

"Isn't that just the plot to Homeward Bound?" said Rob with a scoff.

Wade narrowed his white eyes towards him.

"Is it?" he said in a dangerous voice.

Missy gave a cough, braking across the long, awkward silence that followed.

"Wine?" she said handing a glass to Hannah and then to Rob, who proceeded to stroke his thumb across Missy's as he took the wine from her grasp.

Missy snatched her hand away. She could feel herself reddening, something that she was sure Wade would pick up on.

"So we were thinking," said Hannah in a kindly voice. "If you guys hadn't arranged anything else we could get a take-out-"

"Yeah maybe play some spin the bottle," said Rob with a chuckle, his eyes locking onto Missy's.

Missy glanced away uncomfortably. She did NOT want them to stay for dinner.

"Sounds great," said Wade easily, stretching his arms out and flexing his muscles. Missy saw Hannah look up at him in awe.

Missy sighed inwardly. All she wanted was a quiet night-in with the masked merc, if that was even possible…

"I'll just go fetch us some menus…" said Missy giving a small smile. "Wade, do you want to choose some music or something…?"

Hoping that he would come into the kitchen with her to fetch her old ipod from the same drawer as the takeout menus, he instead got to his feet and headed over to her CD collection on a bookshelf in the corner.

"Britney or Swifty?" he said in a cheerful voice.

"Oh, I love old school Britney!" cooed Hannah, following him over to the shelf as Missy rolled her eyes and headed into her tiny kitchenette.

Padding across the tiled floor on bare feet she tugged open the drawer and began to rifle through the menus.

Suddenly she heard the kitchen door snap shut behind her.

"You'd better be ready to grovel, Wade Wilson," she said spinning around, but she suddenly froze.

There with his hand on the door handle was Rob, a smirk across his face.

"Sorry, it's just me," he said, with a small shrug. "I was scared we wouldn't get the chance to be alone together tonight."

Missy glanced over at the door behind him.

"Oh don't worry, they're busy reminiscing about noughties pop music," he said cocking a thumb back towards the door and walking over towards her. "We've got a few minutes at least."

Missy's breath hitched in her throat and her heart began to pound.

"I…um, I found some take-out menus," she said holding them in front of her, blocking his way, but Rob merely plucked them from her grasp and dropped them down on the counter beside them.

He leant forwards and brushed Missy's cheek with his finger, biting his lip.

"I know we've both wanted this for so long," he said, his other hand trailing down her waist, her hips…

"I'm with Wade…" she said, so uncomfortable with his closeness.

She attempted to pull away from him but his body blocked her path.

"Sweetheart, you know you've wanted this as much as I have," he said, his hand travelling down her hips across to her ass. "I've seen how you act around me, all blushing and flirting…"

"I have never flirted with you!" she said desperately attempting to push his hands off her, but he was far stronger than she was. "I love Wade!"

Rob's other hand reached up towards her long hair and grabbed a handful. Missy let out the tiniest yelp of pain.

"What? That freak-show out there?" he hissed dangerously into her ear. "Well let me just show you what being with a real man is like, and you'll be begging for me again after that…"

He pushed himself roughly against her and Missy's back hit the counter behind her. She winced in pain, as she felt his hot breath against her cheek.

"Get off me," she cried, attempting to knee him between the legs, but she wasn't quick enough and he managed to dodge out the way. He yanked at her hair violently, pushing against her.

"Oh,` you like it rough do you?" he spat, squeezing her ass and shoving her against the counter once again.

"Let me go," said Missy, her heart hammering within her chest. Her whole body was trembling with fear.

"How about you fucking listen to the lady?" came a sudden voice from over Rob's shoulder.

Missy glanced up as Rob let go of her and swung around, to come face to face with Deadpool…

Wade was stood, visibly raging, his huge gun held aloft, the barrel of which, was pointed just an inch from Rob's skull.

Rob stumbled backwards, as Missy scrambled urgently away from him, moving over to Wade. The masked merc grabbed her tightly in a one armed hug and pulled her close.

She breathed hard, still shaking terribly. She felt like bursting into tears but right now she just couldn't…. She was furious at what had attempted to be done to her, mere seconds ago.

"You want to give me one good reason why I don't blow your brains out right here, you absolute mother-fucker?" said Wade in a dangerous tone. His voice was low and his white eyes were narrowed. Missy couldn't think of another time she had ever seen him this angry.

Rob merely let out a whimper. "She asked for it…that fucking bitch asked for it," he said pointing to Missy.

Missy could have sworn she heard Wade growl beneath his mask. "Wrong fucking answer, asshole," he said, disengaging the safety on his gun.

"Wait!" came a voice from behind them suddenly, as Hannah inched around them, running into the room.

She didn't look at Missy or Wade and his enormous weapon for that matter, she merely walked straight up to Rob.

"It was her!" he said looking down at Hannah, before pointing over at Missy. "Baby, she came onto me."

Hannah paused for a long couple of seconds and Missy for a moment, almost thought that her friend would completely forgive him.

But there was a loud WHUMP as Hannah's fist collided squarely with Rob's jaw.

"You fucking douchebag," she screamed loudly into his face as he staggered backwards into the fridge. "I've seen those texts on your phone to all those girls. I thought I might be able to ignore it and that you'd changed. But now this! You can get your stuff out of my apartment and go the hell back to your Mom's place."

She turned, her face angry and walked towards the doorway. "Asshole," she called back to him, as she gave Missy's arm an apologetic squeeze. She didn't say anything more but Missy knew that the girl was close to tears. After a moment or to they heard the front door slam.

Rob gazed up at them and let out a pathetic whimper. Wade's gun was still pointed towards him.

"Well, well, well, looks like it's just the three of us again," said Wade in a chilling voice, grinning behind his mask.

Thirty minutes later Missy was stood in the kitchen once again, placing the takeout menus back into the drawer.

Wade had taken Rob somewhere undisclosed and Missy didn't really care what the masked merc had done with him. As long as he was able to drag himself to work on Monday to see himself get fired that was good enough for Missy.

Suddenly there was a noise behind her and Missy jumped in fright.

She span around to come face to face with-

"Wade, you scared me," she said holding her hand up over her heart.

"Sorry," he said quickly, strolling back into the room, removing his mask and moving close to her, placing his gloved hands to her waist.

"So did you…." she pressed, staring up at Wade with wide eyes and chewing on her lip anxiously.

Wade gave a nod. "I took old Robbo past Mrs Thompson's house on the corner," he said lightly.

Missy frowned. "The…one with all the garden gnomes?" she asked, a little confused.

"And their pointy little hats!" said Wade with a smile. "Let's just say Rob won't be sitting right for the next few months or so."

Missy grimaced and gave a sigh and didn't ask for details.

She was just glad to have Wade back with her.

But one thing still played on her mind…

The pair were quiet for a couple of long moments before Missy glanced up into Wade's brown eyes.

"You know I would never-" she started, but Wade cut across her.

"I know," he said with a nod. "I caught the 'I love Wade' part earlier." He gave her a reassuring smile.

Missy let out a sad sigh, and shuddered involuntarily.

It had been a very long sixty minutes…

Wade blinked before pulling Missy into a warm hug, wrapping his arms tightly around her.

She let out a long calming breath, finally feeling warm and safe, locked within his embrace.

He smelled like musk and candy-apples and gunpowder… an Missy loved him…she really, really did.

After a second he pulled away from her and held her at arms-length.

"So," he said smiling. "Back to our original plan? Sharktopus and Chinese food?"

Missy gave an encouraging nod and smiled back at him, happily. "That would be amazing," she said, as he grabbed her hand in his and tugged her back into the living room.

Was that ok?

Thanks to jayjaybird, Nirvana14, dancindonna, HermioneWilson, FreyaCabanas, cherrishish, ImmaSlytherout and Onitsu for reviewing, I really appreciate it!

Onitsu asked a good question. For all of you wondering, my DP/Wade is probably 80% movie DP with definite elements of comic book DP.

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