After Wade and Vanessa had walked out together, Weasel had forced Amy to go home, saying that she was in no state to make drinks, which was true. She had been staring at the seat that Wade had been sitting at before he had left. With Vanessa.
Amy had relented, mainly because she could see some of the other patrons looking over. Some of the people who worked at Sister Magaret's had picked up on Amy's feelings for Wade and had threatened on more than one occasion to just tell Wade how Amy felt, whether the red-head wanted them or not. Seeing those people start to give each other looks and head over made Amy's heart start to speed up.
So she agreed, telling Weasel she would see him when he got off, and then she had headed out as quickly as she could, very much not thinking about how she was retracing the steps that Vanessa and Wade had only ten minutes prior.
She also refused to think about what they were doing now, though the look in Wade's eyes kept popping up in her mind. The way he had stared at Vanessa, with such lust was a way he had never stared at Amy. He seemed to look at her like a younger sister, trying to protect her from everyone…very violently protecting, really.
One time, a patron had started to flirt with her. He was just drunk and new and Amy had tried to ignore him. He had gotten a bit more forward though, starting to get closer to her and even grabbing her arm when she made to leave. She had asked him, as calmly as she could considering the fear she felt, to let go of her arm, but he just tightened his grip and yanked her against the bar counter. She had looked up just in time to see Wade appear right behind the man. He had...hit the man very hard on the back of the head, knocking him to the ground. He then preceded to kick the man in the stomach several times, all while ordering him to never go near Amy again. When he had finished, he had checked on Amy, had ordered her to show him her arm to make sure the man hadn't left a mark.
Amy had thanked Wade later by giving him a round of drinks on the house, though she hadn't approved of his methods. She truly didn't like violence - it made her think of her ex and how he would act sometimes. But even though she didn't fully like what Wade had done, it still had made her have a small warm feeling because Wade had cared enough to help her.
The apartment that Weasel and Amy lived in was a couple blocks away from the bar. Amy unlocked the door and stepped inside, quickly double locking it. The area they lived in wasn't the nicest by any means, and break-ins where a risk.
She flicked on the lights, taking in the old couch, the old TV, the old everything. She and Weasel kept in clean enough, but that didn't take away from the run down feeling of the apartment. Once they saved up enough money, she and Weasel had talked about maybe replacing some of the worse items, but all their money was going into Sister Magaret's to keep it maintained.
She fell down onto the couch and closed her eyes. She could remember the first time Weasel had brought her here so very clearly.
Weasel had pulled her aside one night, taking in her haggard appearance and her one dress. "Amy, where are you sleeping at night?"
Amy hadn't meant to start crying on Weasel, but everything was ready to spill out, and Weasel had been the first to ask in a serious manner and no the joking way Wade had asked her – which was just another ploy to make her blush.
She had explained about how her husband had started to come to Sister Magaret's in look of extra money, how he had fallen in love with a woman he called Angel and had left her, taking all their money with him. She had tried to make ends meet but when she had found a little golden card with the bar's name on it, and with no money for her rent, she had ended up coming.
Weasel had simply nodded, letting her cry as all the pain from when her husband left her, of getting kicked out of her home, came up. When she had calmed down, he had left her to close the bar early and then led her to his apartment, promising her that, while it wasn't much, it was home. And while Amy had been in shock at the state of the apartment, which was beyond filthy, she had also fallen in love with the little area.
Amy winced as her phone ringing pulled her from the distant memories. She fumbled for the mobile and grabbed it, picking it up with a, "Hello?"
"Amy!" the red-head winced at Wade's cheerful voice. It was the last one she wanted to here, knowing he was with Vanessa. "We need to settle a debate."
"We do?" Amy asked, frowning. She never debated anyone, especially not someone who she could hardly speak in front of face to face. Phone was much better, she didn't see Wade's eyes, but that was still rare.
"Vanessa and I," Amy winced, "Which ring is better? Voltron: Defender of the Universe or Voltron: Savior of the Universe."
"Defender," Amy replied without thinking, and winced when she heard Wade say triumphally to Vanessa that they got to spend thirty more minutes together. "If that's all Wade, I really would like to head to bed."
"Bed? It's 11. Sister Magaret's doesn't close until 1," Wade pointed out, a hint of a frown in his voice.
"I wasn't feeling well, so Weasel let me sign off early," Amy said quickly, probably too quickly by the silence that came from Wade's end. She had always been a rubbish liar, even when on the phone.
"I'll stop by in the morning to check on you," Wade said firmly.
"You really do-"
"Gotta go, see you in the morning!"
Amy glared down at the phone as Wade hung up. Now she had to deal with Wade coming over in the morning, and who knew what he meant by 'morning,' to check on her. And, Weasel would probably ask how Wade's night went and he would probably reply in graphic detail – details she didn't want to know.
Shaking her head, Amy stormed into the bathroom to take a hot shower, wash up for the night, and then go to bed.
It turned out that morning meant ten for Wade. Amy had just been finishing her breakfast of oatmeal when the doorbell had rang. She could hear Weasel groan and then the creak of the bed as he turned over. She had crept over to his door and closed it softly before opening the front door, wincing at the sight of Wade stood there with a box of donuts and a coffee.
"You feeling better?" He asked cheerfully as he walked into the apartment. He headed straight to the kitchen and placed the box of donuts onto the small island, giving Amy no choice but to head over.
"Yeah," Amy replied, trying very hard to look in his general direction while also not focusing in on his face. It was probably the only way she would ever be able to lie to him. "How was your night?" she tried to ask causally, only to blush as she realized what had probably happened to Wade that night. The exact topic she had been hoping to avoid and she had brought it up!
Wade confirmed the horrible suspicion she had by smirking and asking, "Do you really want to know the answer?"
Amy blushed, looking down at the countertop in front of her. "I suppose not," she managed to stammer out.
Wade laughed and shook his head. He gave her a smile and said, "You're so easy to tease."
"One my weaknesses," she said, her mouth suddenly dry. She had to turn away, grabbing a drink of water. "Do you want anything to drink?" she asked, her back to Wade.
"I'm good," he shook the coffee had brought in for a reminder, making Amy's blush grow hotter. Wade did things to her head, made it hard for her to remember details like the coffee he had brought in.
She turned back around, water in hand, and tried to sip on it casually. Her blush was finally fading, something that made her smile...which led to her only to choking on her water. She started to splutter, causing some of the water to hit her dress…her white dress. She turned crimson, and could feel her face heating up.
Wade started to laugh, pointing at her face as if it was the funniest thing he had ever seen, which made Amy blush even harder, which made Wade laugh even harder. And his laugh, which had always made Amy smile, made the red head start to giggle. Soon the two of them were both laughing hard with tears rolling down Wade's face.
They went on like that for a good minute, not noticing Weasel walking out of the bedroom and standing in the living room, his arms crossed. It was only until Wade's phone rang, which he picked up while trying to take deep breaths to compose himself, that Amy turned to see him.
"Sorry," she apologized. Wade's laugh had been rather loud, and hers likely hadn't helped the sound situation.
"When did he get here?" Weasel asked with a hand wave to Wade, who had turned his back slightly to speak to someone.
"Ten minutes ago?" Amy guessed. "I'm sure he'll leave in a second," she added. Weasel really wasn't a morning person, and Wade's personality could be a bit…grating, even to her when she had been having a bad day.
Wade hung up, making a face at Weasel. In response, Weasel just gave Wade a rude hand gesture. "The Missus wants me," he said cheerfully. He opened the box of donuts, grabbing one, and then headed for the door. When he passed by Amy, he tugged on her hair fondly.
"Get me another card," he called to Weasel as he left. "I'm getting bored."
He closed the door behind him, whistling in the hallway as he left. Amy grabbed the strand of hair Wade had tugged and curled it around her finger. It was such a brotherly act, tugging on her hair and teasing her…couldn't he see she wanted something more?
Weasel gave her a sympathetic look. "He'll come around, once he gets bored," he promised the, 'of Vanessa' hung in the air. "Why's your dress wet?"
Amy looked down at the white dress, all humor in it forgotten. "It's nothing," she said with a shake of her head.
The months from when Wade left the apartment, saying that Vanessa had called, marched like a war drum. Steady and unsympathetic. Vanessa had become a constant companion to Wade at Sister Margaret's. She sat by his side at the bar, giggled at his jokes, and waited, watching the door, when Wade was out for a golden card.
Amy wished she could hate her, but she couldn't. Not only was it not in her nature, she didn't even hate her ex-husband, but Vanessa was kind. She would talk to Amy and smile. They had become some sort of friends, really. And not once had Vanessa asked her about Wade, something that Amy was very grateful for.
After all, it wasn't the first time Wade had dated anyone. There had been a couple of waitresses that he had dated when Amy had first started working at the bar. They would sit, asking her questions about what he liked until Weasel came to her rescue and asked if they were planning on actually ordering anything. They hadn't last long, Wade had grown bored of them.
But Vanessa had already hit the three month mark, and it was now Valentine's Day. She was dressed in a red shirt, tight, with little white hearts that went perfectly with her white jeans, also tight. She looked perfect, her lips holding a bright red that Amy knew would just slide up her face had she worn it. The red and white eyeshadow she wore didn't even look childish!
Vanessa had smiled and had complimented her dress when she had seen her, saying it was "positively adorable," which Amy supposed it was. It was a white long sleeve dress with little bright red hearts sprinkled on it. Very flowy, very loose, and very different from Vanessa's.
Amy made Vanessa her drink and then went about serving the customers and wishing them a happy Valentine's Day, not bothering to ask what they were planning for the day. Most hadn't ever married, and those who did marry weren't any longer.
A couple had asked her and she had just shrugged and said that she would be at Sister Margaret's all night. She and Weasel didn't have anything planned for the night – she didn't want to think about her ex-husband and he didn't see the point. She knew that it was a long standing rumor that the two of them were dating because of her living situation, but Weasel honestly saw her as a close friend, a sister, and unlike with Wade, she was very happy with this relationship. Weasel was like a snarky older brother to her – nothing close to a lover.
She noticed, of course, when Wade came in. She always noticed Wade. She watched out of the corner of her eye, feeling her cheeks start to heat up as he walked straight to Vanessa and kissed her on the neck before whispering into the woman's ear. Vanessa smirked, turned, and got up, her hips shaking as she walked out of the kitchen with a smirking Wade behind her.
She looked back down at the glass she had been cleaning and frowned at a spot. She rubbed at it hard, probably harder than necessary, until Weasel took the cup lightly from her and commented, "It's clean, sweetheart."
Only a couple days later, a week really, Amy watched as Vanessa sipped on her drink. She was decked in red and yellow and had explained that it was Chinese New Year. Like her Valentine's Day outfit, the yellow and red ensemble was tight, showing off more than it covered. And like Valentine's Day, Vanessa was waiting for Wade.
She talked to Vanessa briefly before heading off to tend to someone else, seeing the poor man close to a break down. She had listened intently for the first half of what the man was saying, but in the second half Wade came in, and Amy found herself paying more attention to him than the distraught man. She nodded, trying to give a reassuring smile to the man as Vanessa turned in the stool and kissed Wade, wrapping her arms around his neck. She saw them break apart, Vanessa still keeping her arms entwined so that their foreheads were touching. Wade whispered something and the two of them left.
"…So what do you think?" the man asked Amy, pulling the red-head back to his issue.
Amy frowned, trying to recall what the man had said. His daughter was angry at him for not coming home last Christmas, but he had been on a job so that he could afford the presents she wanted. "Talk to her?" she suggested.
The man's mouth dropped open and he nodded quickly. "I'll try that! Thanks Amy!"
He leaned over and hugged the red head, who had little choice but to awkwardly pat the man on the back before he hurried off.
Weasel looked over at her and shook his head. "I know I've said to move on and all, but not to him Amy. He's twice your age."
A bit under a month later, Amy frowned as she made Wade a blowjob. "A blowjob from me to you," she said, her voice actually not shaking.
Wade made a noise of thanks and gulped it down in once sip. She could hear his foot tapping on the bar, making a thump noise with every hit. He was glancing around nervously as well.
"Are you alright?" Amy finally asked, giving Wade a concerned frown. "You seem tense."
"It's International Women's Day," Wade said as explanation, his voice a note higher than normal.
Amy blinked. "I wasn't aware," she admitted. "I didn't know that it was even a thing."
Wade nodded. "It's very much of thing."
"And it's making you tense because…?"
"Vanessa wants to celebrate it."
Amy frowned, not seeing a problem with that from Wade's perspective. From what she had seen, the couple that was Wade and Vanessa – as much as it hurt to think of them like that, it was what they are – had celebrated every holiday since the two had started dating about four months ago. Three months longer than most girls lasted for Wade.
"Well I'm sure you'll have a great time," Amy said as brightly as she could manage. She could see, out of the corner of her eye, Vanessa sauntering over decked out in a tight black shirt, corset include, and tight leather pants. Judging by her added height, she was also wearing stiletto heels.
Wade actually jumped in his seat when Vanessa tapped him on the shoulder. He turned, only to be pulled into a kiss by the woman before she led him out of the bar.
Weasel walked over to Amy with a shake of his head. "I'm setting you up," he stated.
Weasel had decided that Amy needed to partake in Lent, mainly by giving up on mooning over Wade. Before Amy could protest, could even point out that she wasn't Catholic, she had been sat in front of man who had introduced himself as James. James, Weasel had explained, was someone who popped in occasionally, was very nice, and very single. James had rolled his eyes at the last one and had happily told Weasel to fuck off. When Weasel left, James shook his head, saying "That man," as if they had shared some type of joke.
Amy had frowned. "I find him very nice. We live together."
James had looked horrified and had spluttered on his drink. "Why would you live with him?" he asked.
"Because he's kind," Amy had all but snapped.
James raised his eyebrow and held up two hands in a placating manner. "Relax, I'm just messing with you. Weasel and I have known each other since college, he was my roommate."
Amy smiled, seeing a genuine fondness on James' face as he spoke. "He's very kind," she commented.
James nodded. "He saved this kitten once, nursed it back to health and brought it to a shelter once it was better." He shook his head. "I have no idea how he ended up working here."
"Everyone comes here eventually," Amy pointed out with a shrug. "It's a known fact."
She hadn't meant the last part as a joke, but James took it as one anyways. He laughed and gave Amy a smile. "How did you get here?" he asked.
"I needed a job after my husband left me and I ended up here," Amy explained simply, shifting her seat a bit.
James nodded. "I visited a couple times to talk to Weasel before, but I never actually sat down until now."
The door opened behind him, and Amy's heart thumped painfully as Wade and Vanessa, hand-in-hand, walked into the bar. James turned around and looked at the couple briefly but quickly turned back around. "Is it always this slow?" he wondered.
Amy shook her head. "People get guilty when Lent starts to pick up and they don't come in as often," she informed him. "They always make a mad rush after though."
The rest of the date went on like that, Amy doing her best, and actually succeeding, in not paying attention to Wade and Vanessa. She and James had ended up walking out, James wanting to head to his place and she wanting to talk to him just a bit longer.
At the end of the alleyway, their agreed upon place to leaves, James turned to Amy. She honestly didn't know what she expected him to do, but kiss her wasn't it. What surprised her even more was when she kissed back, feeling that familiar heat that only her ex-husband, or Wade's eyes, build up.
He had backed her up until she felt the rough bricks on her back through her dress. She gave a little breath-y sigh as he pulled back, only to feel his kisses move from her lips to her jaw line and then down her neck.
He pulled back and gave her a small smirk. "I find," he said in a breathless voice, "that it's better to wait on this kind of thing." Amy had blinked and felt her lips turn to a frown, but James quickly kissed her, a peck really. "I think the walk to my apartment will be long enough."
Amy nodded rapidly.
And that night, for the first time in a long time, Amy didn't think of Wade.
Amy stood behind the bar, blushing as James gave her a smirk from behind his glass. Ever since the date that Weasel had set up between the two, they had become a couple, similar to Wade and Vanessa. She had found herself spending more time with James, who had an uncanny ability to stop any thoughts. They also talked and did small stuff like go eat dinner or go to a movie, but usually they were doing anything but talking.
It wasn't the relationship that Amy had dreamed of, one where they were both friends and then more, but it was something. Something that had shocked everyone else as much as it had shocked Amy.
At least every single regular had popped over throughout the months, making sure James knew the world of hurt he could be in for. James had taken it with a smile and a nod…and then had ordered a shot.
Even Wade had come over. He had been talking to Vanessa when the woman had leaned over, whispering something. Wade had shot up and had practically stormed over to Amy and James, making the red head jump back almost guilty even though they had only been talking.
"Who's this?" Wade asked with a fixed smile that made Amy shiver. It looked less like a friendly face and more like a lion about to snarl.
James had smiled at Wade. "I'm James," he answered.
Wade glared at James, "I wasn't talking to you," he snapped, before turning back to Amy.
The red head blushed. "Wade, this is James. We're...in a relationship," she somehow managed to squeak out.
Wade stared at her, and then broke into a wide smile. "My little girl is growing up!" He turned back to James. "I'm so proud of her."
James blinked and looked over to Amy, confusion evident on his face. She gave him a weak smile, and he, with a shake of his head, returned it to deal with Wade…just in time for the man to grab him and pull him up by his jacket. "If you hurt her –" he lowered his voice, making it impossible for Amy to overhear him. Whatever he said, though, made James' face turn an unhealthy paleness. Wade let him go and patted him on the shoulder.
He turned, smiling once more, to Amy. "Happy Halloween!" he said cheerfully.
Amy blinked at the tone change. "Thanks," she said after a hard swallow.
Wade pointed at her little witch hat that was placed on her head at a tilt. "You're a witch?"
Amy nodded, giving a little bow with her head. "I might cast a spell on you," she warned, blushing at the smile Wade gave her.
She didn't even notice James looking at her behind his glass once more, this time with a small, thoughtful frown on his face. Instead, she was too focused on Wade walking out with Vanessa, the two hand-in-hand.
Sister Margaret's was closed for Thanksgiving, and since Weasel was not the festive sort, Amy found herself on a date with James. The two of them had gone to a small restaurant nearby his apartment and had gotten a shared pasta bowl.
"I've been meaning to ask," James said after a swallow. "What do you want for Christmas?"
Amy frowned as she mulled the question over. "There's this dress I've been eyeing," she admitted with a small smile. "It's this really gorgeous black one with red flowers on it."
James nodded. "I'm sure it will look absolutely stunning on you."
Amy blushed. "If you're getting me something then I have to get you something," she stated. "What do you want?"
"You," James answered promptly. "I know it's cliché, but all I want for Christmas is you, Amy."
Amy smiled warmly. "James," she started, struggling for the right words. "That…that means a lot," she admitted.
"Every word of it is true," he promised. "Amy, I'm in love with you."
Amy felt the world shift from underneath her. The last time she had heard those words was from her ex-husband, a man who had left her after saying the same thing. She could vaguely hear James quickly saying that he knew they had only been dating for a couple months, but the rest was a cloud.
She could feel her heart speeding up and she got to her feet quickly. "I need to go. I need…I need to think."
And then she all but bolted from the restaurant. Back at the table, James placed his head in his hands and groaned in frustration.
Amy stared down at her phone frowning at the name 'James.' It was the morning after the disastrous date. She had come home, shaking from the cold and crying. Weasel had seen her, seen the state she was in, and had led her over to the couch, gotten her something hot to drink, and listened as she stammered out what had happened. He hadn't spoken once until she was done, and then the only thing he said was, "What are you going to do now?"
Amy had stared down at the steam coming up from the drink and sighed. "I'll talk to him when he calls and explain myself."
But now that he was calling, Amy found herself itching to decline the call and just let him make his own conclusions about their relationship statues. She shook her head, dispelling the thought. Very slowly, she pressed the green button and lifted the phone to her ear.
"Hi."
"Amy! I am so sorry for last night. We've only been dating for a couple of months and –"
"James, it's fine," Amy cut in quickly. She took a deep breath to steady herself. "You had every right to say it; it just scared me because the last person who said that to me was my ex, and he left me. I would hate losing you too because…" she swallowed hard and looked around at the room, seeing that it was still empty. "Because I feel the same way," she stammered out.
There was a long pause from James' side of the phone. For a painful moment she thought he had hung up, and was about to ask if he was still there when he spoke in a soft, hopeful voice. "You do?" he asked.
"I do," Amy admitted. She took a deep breath and then added in a rush, "I don't want this to change everything with us."
"Of course, of course," James' agreed. "Do you maybe want to talk about this further in-person? I know a great restaurant that's quiet."
"That sounds perfect," Amy said with a small smile.
As James quickly told her the restaurant, Amy frowned as she felt her phone buzz three times rapidly with messages, and then a beeping noise interrupted James, informing her of a new call. "James," she cut in apologetically. "Can I call you back? Someone's trying to reach me."
"Of course! I'll send the rest of the information through text."
Amy smiled, said her farewell, and then hung up the call so she could speak to…"Vanessa? Is everything okay?"
Amy heard Vanessa take in a shakey breath. "Amy…Wade has late-stage cancer. He's…he's not taking it well. I'm not taking it well. I know it's a lot to ask but can you come over for the night? I have to work and I don't want to leave him alone. Not when he's like this."
Amy's mouth had fallen open at the news, and her mind was still reeling to the point where she hardly heard Vanessa's plea. Somehow, she was able to choke out a "Of course Vanessa. I'll get over there."
"Thank you so much, Amy. You've always been such a light in his life."
Running a hand through her hair, Amy closed the phone when she heard the beep, signaling the end of the call. Running over to the wall, she grabbed her heavy jacket and slipped her phone into its pocket. "Weasel, I can't work tonight! I'll text with the details!" She yelled. She heard a grumbled reply from Weasel's room, but didn't bother to respond. Instead, she rushed out to go and be with Wade. All the while her phone buzzing cheerfully in her pocket as James' sent their dinner plans…plans that Amy cancelled an hour later.
I am so, so, so sorry for the wait! I decided, for my own health, that it would be better to post everything once I'm done with it. I had to get through Kayla and Susan before I got to Amy and with school...yeah. Thankfully my break has offered me the time to write up everything, so hopefully I'll be able to finish Amy by the time I head back. I hope everyone had a great holiday season!
For this chapter, my initial idea was to have it be a series of flashbacks of Amy's time since her ex-husband left, but then I thought of a better place for some of the flashbacks so I ended up having only one flashback. James was also an unplanned, but nice addition. I really could see Amy pinning after Wade with Vanessa and then feeling guilty, but I couldn't see someone like Weasel letting that happen, so along came James. He's honestly a really sweet guy, nothing weird or evil about him so he's perfect for Amy. I know it seems a bit rushed for them to exchange 'love' but they've been dating since April and the loves happened at Christmas time, so that would be about nine months. Though, and this might be something that comes up later...is it really love considering her feelings for Wade?
and now...review time:
LMarie999: I'm so glad you love it!
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13teen: I really relate to Amy as well. I feel like a lot of OCs, especially in superhero movies, are someone everyone wants to be, but I wanted Amy to be someone a person is. If you relate to her then that means I've done my job.
Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed. Since I want to be able to get this story finished before school, I'm posting it all today, so y'all will get quite a few more chapters for Amy!