Missy had woken in a bad mood.
She and Wade had been fighting like cat and dog for the past week and now the pair were stood in Wade's bedroom, in the apartment he shared with Blind Al, arguing yet again.
"What is with you this week!?" Missy cried, as she strode over to his bureau and fished out one of her shirts from his drawer. She shot the masked merc an angry glare.
Wade had been acting super strange all this week.
He had barely let her out of his sight for even a moment.
He had accompanied her to and from work for the beginning of the week, gone grocery shopping with her and pretty much followed her wherever she went. But as the days had progressed, Wade had become more possessive than before, and had even refused to let her leave the apartment all day on Friday.
He had, of course, been missing yet again when Missy had woken this moring, and this time she hadn't even bothered to ask why...
She knew that he was in pretty deep with a large gang that had been targeting women in the area, but he was always in trouble like that. He knew that they had threatened to hurt not only him and the ones he loved…..but that didn't necessarily mean they knew about Missy….
It was now Saturday evening, and 4th of July celebrations were happening all over the city tonight.
Missy, of course, desperately wanted to attend.
She was frustrated after barely leaving the house for a week and just wanted some fresh air and some fun.
Last year they had gone to their usual spot by the river and eaten tacos, watching the fireworks dance across the water as they did so. That had been while they were still just friends and Missy had been excited to spend this year in that same spot as… well, whatever they were now…
But Wade was refusing.
"I just don't want to go," he snapped back, his red and black spandex-covered body, stiff and tense.
His mask was off and his brown eyes dark and angry.
This was so unlike him. Usually Wade would be up for anything that Missy wanted to do.
"Why?" retorted Missy, flinging her shirt over her head, before threading through her long, neatly tonged, caramel hair. "I've barely left your place all week! Can't we just go out and join in the celebrations like everyone else?"
Wade merely folded his arms across his chest and glared at her.
"Do you not fucking get it?" he said in a harsh voice. "I have a price on my head, and they're going to be looking for any opportunity to get to me through you."
"Wade-" started Missy, but he cut across her sharply.
"No, Missy, just listen to me, I'm fucking serious," he said in a voice, so unlike his usual playful tone. "I don't want you out there and risk you getting hurt."
"I'll be fine…" she snapped, but Wade merely shook his head.
"I said no," he uttered seriously pacing towards her. "If anything were to happen to you-"
"You can handle anything that comes our way, Wade, I know you," she uttered, gazing up at him with desperate eyes. "I'll be fine. We're only going down to the river-"
"Don't you see? These motherfuckers will stop at nothing…" he said shaking his head, he placed his hands to her upper arms.
But Missy shrugged away from him. "You can't keep me locked in here forever, Wade!" she said stepping back, tears pricking at her eyes. "I feel like a prisoner right now!"
She saw Wade stare at her sadly, before he glanced down at the floor.
He paused for a moment before speaking.
"It won't be for much longer, I promise," he uttered in a quiet voice.
Missy looked up at him in confusion.
What did that mean?
She gave a sigh before turning away and slumping down onto the bed.
After a second she felt Wade come and sit beside her. He pressed a gentle kiss into her hair.
"I'll sort this…" he said earnestly, as she turned to face him.
She entwined her fingers with his and gazed into his eyes.
He looked so different now…. as if all the light has disappeared from him. He looked sad, stressed…such a contrast from his usual happy self.
He reached up and ran his scarred thumb down her smooth, powdered cheek before leaning in and pressing his lips to hers.
Missy began to kiss him back, slowly at first, then more and more desperate as the kiss deepened.
His gloved hands slid to her waist and hers moved up to his broad shoulders.
"Wade…" she murmured breathlessly, as his lips moved to her collarbone.
She shifted on the bed and turned, coming to straddle his hips with her own.
After a few long seconds he pulled away and gazed up at her.
"I fucking love you, y'know," he said, his brown eyes searching her face, taking in every inch of her.
Missy let out a small smile.
"I fucking love you too," she said, smiling and moving in for another kiss.
But just then a loud rendition of 'Hit me baby one more time'broke through the silence.
Wade's cell phone…
He awkwardly tugged it from his pocket and stared down at the screen, a heavy frown appearing at his brow.
Missy chewed on her lip and shifted off him as he lifted the phone to his ear.
He immediately got to his feet.
"Yeah," she heard him utter in a dangerous voice. "Oh I fucking hear you loud and clear."
He left the room and returned a second later, tossing his phone down onto the bed.
He didn't look at her, he merely headed over to his bedside table, picking up his guns.
"You're going out?" she asked turning to him.
Wade didn't answer. He merely checked his ammo and picked up his katanas from the floor.
Missy stood and walked over to him but he kept his head bowed, gloved fingers adjusting the strap at his chest.
"Wade?" she said after a long moment causing him to finally look up at her.
He gave a gulp and stared into her eyes before shoving past her, and placing his mask over his face.
"I've gotta go. I need you to just….stay here…." he said quietly before heading out of the door.
Missy merely gaped.
After a second or two she heard the front door slam.
She breathed hard, so confused about what had just happened
This was so unlike the Wade Wilson she knew. The Wade who would usually make a joke about this sort of thing.
But he hadn't been himself this past week. Worry was obviously playing on his mind.
Missy turned to head back over to the bed, but as she did so, something caught her eye.
She frowned, slowly walking over to Wade's bed and crouching down and peering underneath.
With great effort she hauled out a large black holdall, packed full.
Her heart pounded.
She carefully unzipped it and her stomach jolted as she saw what was inside.
A large pile of Wade's clothes were stuffed inside the pack. She immediately recognised a couple of his favourite shirts and his comfy sweatpants. He had a small bag full of toiletries and a few other bits and pieces, including the strip of photographs taken at the photo booth on the boardwalk a few weeks ago. It was probably the only photos they had together…. and yet here they were.
That really said it all.
Missy felt tears at her eyes.
He was going to leave.
That was why he had been acting so weird this past week.
Did he really think that by leaving, the bad guys would just follow him, and that she would be safe?
She understood how he could think that... but she would prefer, far more, that he was here, with her, where he belonged.
He wasn't even going to tell her was he? Probably just planning on running off in the early hours of the morning…
Missy couldn't believe it.
She felt tears begin to roll down her cheeks and she let out a small sob.
She thought that after all this time she knew him better than that…
She paused for a long moment, staring down at the bag.
There was no way she was going to let this happen.
She got to her feet and gave a sniff, wiping her eyes with her sleeve.
She grasped up her coat and flung it on, heading towards the door….
Wade left his apartment and turned the corner heading down an alleyway between his block and the next.
It was dark out and it had just begun to rain heavily, in the distance he could head the loud bangs of fireworks going off all across the city.
At the far end of the alley he could just make out a large looming figure.
He narrowed his wide eyes and strutted forwards.
"I've been expecting you, Deadpool," came the sudden booming voice from the figure, through the falling rain.
"I know…DUH!…. You fucking called me!" said Wade irritably.
The man standing before him was about three foot taller than Wade. He had a large set of body armour covering his chest and legs, and running from the length of his bald head down to his chin was an angry red scar.
"Oh, aren't you every inch the villain cliché? I should get you a black turtleneck and a white cat…" said Wade in a playful tone. "How's that scar healing up for you?"
Above them was a loud bang from a firework and the whole alleyway was lit up in red for a short moment.
The man before him growled. "You did this to me Deadpool and now you'll pay," he snarled.
Deadpool tilted his head, as rain fell all around him. "We're you an extra in a Bond movie?" he asked mockingly. "Because you're lines have to be scripted, right?
The figure merely growled angrily, raising his large gun aloft, pointing it at Wade's head.
"Any last words, Wilson?" he said, as Wade merely folded his arms across himself.
Wade shrugged easily. "What are you, villain number five? So that means I have three of your gang left to kill before I reach the big boss right? Tell me, do the levels get more difficult? Do I get to rescue the princess at the end or will she be in another castle?"
"Enough of your talking," spat the large man, as the rain began to fall in sheets all around them.
"Yeah, you're probably right," said Wade, toying with him. He gave a shudder. "I'm almost soaked through. Let's get this over with so I can get home and slip into a nice hot bubble bath."
The man snarled once more before suddenly launching himself forwards and firing his large gun at Wade.
The bang reverberated all around them…
But the masked merc luckily managed to dodge out of the way, tugging his swords from his back and leaping towards the enormous figure before him.
He violently impaled the man's neck with both katanas.
"Missed me, asshole," said Wade, tearing through the man's flesh causing the him to slump to the ground.
Beneath his red and black mask, Wade let out a grin and stepped back admiring his work, as the rain continued to pour.
"….Wade?" came a sudden quiet voice behind him.
The masked merc froze.
His blood suddenly ran cold…..
He turned quickly, to see Missy standing just a few feet behind him.
She was soaked through, head to toe…
But something was wrong…
She looked up at him, confusion across her features….
She removed her hand that was clutched tightly to her abdomen….
…. to reveal a shiny, red pool of blood ….
Wade could do nothing, but watch in frozen horror, as Missy, the person he loved more than anything in this world, crumpled to the ground in a heap…
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