Chapter 2 Burn woke up first. She concluded that he was definitely a snuggler since he was basically bear hugging her. At some point in the night, she had slid her thigh in between his, he had wrapped his arms around her and they had gotten so close together she could feel his heart beating. This calming moment didn't last very long though. She felt him stir little by little until he groaned a question, "Why are you in my bed?" "I was cold and I wanted to snuggle. Good morning, cher." She buried her face into his collar and tried to stay there. Of course he wanted to get up. "C'mon, let me get up." She untangled from him and he rolled out of bed. He stretched fully when he got up, then stumbled into his bathroom. She didn't bother moving from that spot on the bed and just pulled the blankets up to her chin. After a few minutes he emerged in his suit again. "I'm gotta go on patrol for a few hours. Just, uh, well stay here I guess." He began getting all his weapons on. Once he got his calf blade on he noticed her standing right behind him in his boxers and T-shirt. "What? No kiss goodbye, cher?" She giggled. "Very funny, kid." He turned to the window and jumped out. After she found a suitable pair of sweats, she tamed her hair a little, replaced her glasses and searched through her now blood-stained clothing for her cell phone and wallet. She texted her father to inform him of her safety. Burn: Ey pa, I'm good. At a friend house. Be home soon. Dad: Where are you Burn: In town, wit Deadpool. Be home soon. He didn't ever answer her back so she assumed that he was content. She walked into the kitchen in hopes of a drink and some food. Sadly all she found was alcohol and some old pancakes. "He's the most de'pouille man I ever met..." She mumbled. She set out cleaning his kitchen, which she soon realized was more of a chore than she was up to. Although, it was awful, she cleaned the kitchen until it was shining. Glancing at his lack of food or drink she sighed, "I'mma have to make a bill for this man..." She got her wallet and glanced at her funds; around $200. She figured he'd pay her back and if not he did let her stay here. She picked up the deck of cards on his table and through them in her pocket. Once she got out the door, she stopped a woman and child walking past her. "You got a grocery store 'round here?" The woman nodded, "On 3rd street, real nice one." "Yea." She nodded and continued to go outside. As soon as she got outside he saw the sign for 3rd Street. "Least it's close." Burn mumbled to herself as she jogged to the mini-mart. It was clean and of decent size for her to get the essentials. She grabbed a cart and got eggs, milk, bread, rice, okra, tomato sauce, shrimp, onions, bell peppers, some seasonings, and rice. If she was gonna stay at his apartment she was gonna make him some proper gumbo. Not sure if he had a pot big enough for gumbo she got a cheap one too. When she got out side she remembered that she closed and locked the door to his apartment. Like an idiot. "Dammit." Burn turned around and went back in the store and grabbed a pack of paper clips. She picked back up her bags and headed to his apartment. As she approached the building she saw a man pacing the entrance looking nervous. She didn't recognize him and decided that she would get a couple cards in hand to be safe. She walked past him and felt a hand clamp down on her upper arm. "Give me all your money or ill blow your brains out right here." He mumbled. "Look, I don't have much money on me and you don't want me to hurt you, no? Just- go steal from someone with a lotta walking cash, cher." She sighed sitting down her groceries. "Gimme your money, bitch!" "You asked for it." She flicked the card at him cutting off his trigger finger. He shrieked and dropped the gun, wailing in pain. "Have good day, cher." She shook her head as she picked back up her grocery bags and stepped in the elevator. Once she got back up in the room she dug for the bobby pins she bought and started picking the lock. I got in and set all my stuff down, getting my things ready to cook. I chopped up all the fixings, sat the shrimp in the roux pan and boiled the rice. Once it was all ready I mixed everything together in the gumbo pot and covered it. I started kneading the beignet dough, found a two-inch pan, and poured in the oil. I'd made my share of beignets in my time, I'd made enough in my short life to know that Dp would love them. I knew he ate a lot already so made 4 batches of 8. Speaking of him, I don't even know him... Ha. "Lucy! I'm home!" He shouted from the door. I jumped at his sudden shout, "Ah-" I laughed and hit him I'm the arm, "You nearly scared me to death!" "Ha, ooh!" He giggled, "whatcha makin', sweet cheeks?" "Couple batch of beignets, " I showed him under the towel, "and some gumbo for supper." "Look at you, little chef." He poked at my nose, "When's dinner?" "Soon," I laughed, "How was patrol?" "This feels awfully domestic for knowing each other two days now, but! I'm not going to complain, you're feeding me so...cool. Oh- patrol was sooo boring. I only slashed up three people! Three! All time low for me-" He rambled. "Well, that's nice," I interjected, "and what you mean domestic?" "You making me dinner, being all cute in here, and dessert..." He purred the last bit. "Nuh-uh, merc. I don't even know your name." I pretended and spun around to face him. "Oh really now? You don't know the famous Deadpool?" He laughed, wrapping arms around me. I got serious, "Now if your thinkin' I'm going to have sex with a grown man that I jut met yesterday, you've had one to many blows to the head." "I-" I shoved a finger onto his chest, "and if you think I'm some easy little slut you can rape and trash, you'll be piecing yourself back together till the bayou runs dry!" "I don't want to rape you!" He shouted, his scarred face contorting and his normal lopsided grin stretching into a scowl. "I'm just trying to be nice! I don't understand you! Every chick I've ever met loved this kinda shit! What's wrong with you?" I dropped the spoon and pushed past him. "No wait, I-," he tried. I slammed the door on the bathroom and sat on the floor. A/N: hey Victims (you like the pet name? Gettit, I'm the lone assassin an-and you guys are the Victims... No? Well I think it's cool.) so ill update soon as I can, weekly hopefully. Oh, and remember that things might be spelled funny but that's just because she's Cajun ~Love, Your Friendly Neighborhood Assassin~ PS: I made an update to chapter one so reread if you want.