Missy blinked her eyes open slowly.

It took her a moment or two to take in her surroundings.

She found herself in a large hospital room, softly lit by a lamp on the table beside her.

She gave a small groan. Her mouth was parched and her throat sore. And at her body, her stomach felt like it had been torn in two.

She made to sit up, but before she could, a sudden gloved hand reached for her cheek.

"Hey babe, thought I'd lost you there for a moment," came a familiar voice to her left.

She turned her head to see Wade, in full Deadpool outfit, mask and all. The spandex covering his broad chest, now completely covered in dried blood.

Missy saw him glance up towards the door before quickly removing his mask and staring down at her.

His face looked tired and stressed, as though he hadn't slept in days.

Missy tried to speak but found that her throat was just too raw.

She attempted to reach up for a jug of water on the stand beside her but winced as a searing pain shot through her abdomen.

"I got you," said Wade, instantly pressing her shoulder back into the pillow.

He poured her a glass of water and placed a straw inside, lifting it to her mouth for her to take a sip.

Missy took a few deep gulps before glancing back up at Wade.

Concern was spread across his features.

"I-I was shot?" she said trying to recollect what had happened the last time she was conscious.

"Pffft," said Wade with smile, placing the glass down beside him. "You call that a bullet wound?"

He glanced down at the sheets covering her stomach.

"Lucky for you, the bullet went through your side and just hit muscle, it missed any major organs," he said reaching for her hand and interlacing his fingers with hers. "you might have some pretty fucking cool scars though."

Missy pushed herself up off the pillows slightly, giving a cry in pain as she did so.

Wade frowned, watching her carefully as she settled back against the bed.

"How long have I been out for?" she said looking over at him.

"Around about two days," Wade muttered. "Although I've seen you sleep longer when you've been hungover."

Missy shot him a simpering look before her eyes travelled around the room.

It was shut off from any other patients and was filled with fresh flowers and fancy equipment.

"How can I afford this?" said Missy with a gulp. "I don't think my insurance will cover it?"

She looked at Wade, who merely grinned.

"Weeeell, let's just say I had a few words with your bosses and Stark was happy to pay for a nice private room for you," he said happily. "As well as round the clock treatment from the city's best physicians."

Missy narrowed her eyes.

"You threatened them didn't you?" croaked Missy, rolling her eyes.

"Might have," he said with an easy shrug, leaning down and picking something up off the floor. "Here these are for you."

He presented her with a large box of chocolates.

"I've eaten all the caramel ones because I know you hate them, " he said smiling.

"The caramel ones are my favourites, Wade," she shot back but she couldn't help but smile widely as he placed them down onto stand to her left.

Suddenly, memories from two nights ago came flooding back to her.

She gazed up at him.

"You were going to leave," she said bluntly, the words spilling out of her mouth before she could stop herself. "I found your bag."

Her heart dropped to her stomach as he stared at her for a long moment. His silence was enough to confirm the truth.

After at least a minute he finally spoke.

"…I just don't want you getting hurt…" he said bowing his scarred head and running his hands across his face. "I'm putting you in danger just by being with you."

"I'm fine, Wade," said Missy attempting to sit up further against the pillows but a sudden pain shot through her.

Wade stared up at her and angry look passing across his face.

"If that bullet had gone through just an inch to the right-" he started, his voice serious.

"But it didn't," snapped Missy.

She breathed hard. Just speaking, alone, was making her exhausted.

"I just have to go," he said sighing. "Us being together. People will come after you….and sooner or later you'll end up dead and it will be because of me."

"Oh god, stop being so angsty," said Missy irritably, but Wade merely shook his head.

"I don't want to go, you fucking know that…" he said gazing up at her sadly. "But I'm not risking you like this again."

Missy looked down at her hand for a long moment, fingers still entwined with his.

"Then maybe we shouldn't be together anymore," she said, her stomach churning as she spoke. She glanced up at him. "If it means that I'm not going to lose you we should just go back to how it was before…as just friends."

She wanted to scream.

This was not what she wanted at all.

She hadn't ever been as happy as she was when she was with him. It broke her heart to even say it.

"If this is the only way I can keep you here with me," she said, desperately trying to stop tears from rolling down her cheeks. "then we should finish…well, whatever this is."

She gave his hand a gentle squeeze, staring slowly up into his tired face.

Wade said nothing for a long moment before finally giving a slow nod.

Missy felt like bursting into tears as she felt his hand slip from hers.

"But I still want taco Tuesday," she said with a sniff, composing herself. "And fajita Fridays!... And you can fucking wait for me on hand and foot for the next few weeks until I'm fully recovered, Wade Wilson."

He sat back in his seat and his face broke into a smile. He gave a mock salute. "Yes Ma'am," he replied. "But can I make sure we don't miss out Faturday too?"

"Oh yeah," said Missy, matter-of-factly. "Eating take-out until we're fit to burst on a Saturday night is always a given…"

Wade looked down to his lap.

And Missy gazed down at her now empty hand….

She knew that this was her only option right now but it still didn't stop it hurting any less…

Three weeks later

Missy was sat on her couch in short shorts and a vest, picking at a huge bowl of popcorn.

It had been two weeks since she had been released from hospital. She was still in a large amount of pain but meds took care of most of that.

Missy's Mom had been horrified when she had heard what had happened. She hadn't mentioned that it had been Wade that had got her into this trouble, she had just lied and said that she had been caught in an attempted robbery.

Her Mom had cooed and had flown down straight away to take care of he but of course this meant that Wade had made himself scarce for the couple of weeks. In fact, she had barely seen him if truth be told and….well….she missed him. Terribly.

So…plucking up the courage, Missy had text him earlier today asking if he could come by for a Netflix marathon. He had, to her delight, instantly replied and told her to get the show set up and that he would be over in ten.

She knew thigs might be weird but she was just happy he was here, with her and not a million miles away….

"Honey, I'm home," came sudden voice as the door was kicked open and in came the masked merc, head to toe in spandex, as usual. "I swear to fucking god, if you've binge watched any of that new series without me-"

Missy rolled her, eyes staring up at him.

His arms were laden with several grocery bags.

"Don't worry," she said lifting up the remote. "I waited…"

Dumping the bags down onto the coffee table he fell back against the sofa cushions with a whump.

"Ok, so I got candy, chips, chocolate, ice cream," began Wade, listing the items off on his fingers.

Missy shot him a frown.

"I'm not pregnant or getting over a break up, Wade …"she uttered, before suddenly realising just what she had said.

There was a slight pause as Missy gave a small gulp.

"I'm just trying to show you what a great BFF I can be," he uttered in a playful tone. "If you don't like it, you know where the door is."

Missy scoffed. "This is my apartment, Wade…" she said shaking her head.

She looked up at him. "You been ok?" she asked gently.

Wade merely grinned.

"Well it did suck not having a super hot girl to hang out with every day," he said playfully. "But I just played a lot of Mario Kart and masturbated pretty much 24/7 so I was fine."

Missy wrinkled her nose and shook her head.

"How about you?" he asked excitably. "Oooh, did Margo enjoy taking care of her little baby girl again?"

Missy nodded. "Mmmhmm," she said with a smile. "She went home this morning. She asked about you…"

Wade grinned. "Well I am the perfect specimen. What Mom wouldn't love me?"

Missy rolled her eyes, placing her hands to the sides of the sofa and beginning to prise herself up, wincing as she did so.

The masked merc got immediately to his feet.

"Come on, what do you fucking need now, 50 Cent?" he said with mock irritation.

But Missy swatted him away. "I'm fine, really," she said laughing. "I just need to pee. Or are you going to do that for me too?"

Wade sat back down on the sofa, narrowing his white eyes at her and tugging open a bag of potato chips.

Missy was back in within a few minutes, ice cream in hand and had settled herself gently back down beside the merc on the couch.

She glanced up into his, now-unmasked, face and shifted closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder.

"So are you ready for no sleep and three back to back seasons of zombies and hillbillies," he said in a cheerful voice, shooting her a grin as he grasped up the remote.

Missy smiled as Wade lifted his arm and placed it over her shoulders.

"Always," she said happily, peeling off the ice cream lid and digging in with a spoon.

He paused, his finger on the play button, and looked down at her.

She cocked her eyebrow at him.

"What?" she said grinning and chewing on her lip. Her heart began to pound.

She placed the spoonful of ice cream into her mouth before pulling it out and offering him the remainder.

He stared down at her giving a sigh.

"No?" she uttered, with a shrug. "Fine suit yourself."

And with that she sucked the remainder of the soft ice cream from the spoon.

He closed his eyes and gave a throaty groan. "You drive me fucking crazy y'know?" he said shaking his head. "I'm sorry but I just have to-"

And before Missy could do anything. Wade had leaned over and pressed his scarred lips to hers.

Missy shifted in her seat and began to kiss him back, his tongue entering her mouth.

After two long weeks without Wade's touch she was desperate for him...

She placed a hand to his chest, grabbing his zip and pulling him down on top of her.

The ice-cream tumbled to the floor as his hands slid down her body possessively, the kiss deepening even further.

Oh god, right now she wanted him so, so much….

His mouth moved against hers hungrily and he slid his hands to her waist.

Suddenly she let out a small yelp of pain and Wade instantly tugged his lips away from hers.

She pressed a hand to her side and winced.

"Sorry," he mumbled, his eyes widening.

"I'm ok," she breathed as he prised himself off her. "It wasn't your fault."

They both looked up at each other, breathing hard.

They were both so desperate to continue but neither wanted to admit it…

Wade grinned.

"Just friends, right?" he said, sitting back up, as she did the same.

His eyes were narrowed but his lips were fixed into a smirk she knew so well...

Missy smiled coyly, tugging at her lip with her teeth, a heat pooling inside her.

"Just friends..." she said glancing up at him, through heavy eyelashes.

She sat up onto her knees ignoring the pain in her side and came to straddle his hips with her own.

Wade stared up at her in awe, his breathing shallow.

Missy leaned in, her lips lingering near to his ear and smiled widely.

"... but maybe with some benefits...".

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