Wades POV

She ran into the bathroom angrily, slamming the door behind herself.

I sighed following behind her, "C'mon, Bernadette, I didn't mean it like that..."

"Shut the fuck up, Wilson." She yelled through the door at me, "your supper's on the stove, eat it and leave me be."

"No. I didn't mean it like that. I just meant..." I huffed again, "I don't understand what's so different about you. You're not easy and you don't want sex but for some reason, you're still here. And I've only known you a day and you're making me dinner? No ones ever been nice enough to feed me. One girl left me some breakfast on her way out one time but that was after a night of mind-blowing-"

"I get it," she interjected, "you sleep with a lot of women."

"No! Well, no. I have to coax them or keep on my mask or turn off all the lights. That's why I don't get you, you saw me without my mask and didn't freak out, you even complemented me, you don't want a quick fuck, and you made me dinner while I was out on patrol. You're... awesome."

The other side was silent.

I heard some shuffling then the door opened slowly. She looked up at me.

"That's because I can tell you needed help." She whispered, "you needed real company, that would stay around for a while and care for you."

I leaned down and slid my arms around her shorter frame, "I'm hugging you because I want to now. No sex. I promise."

She pulled back, grinning, "ever?"

"Oh shut up." I laughed, "When do I get some dinner tonight?"

Her eyes widened a bit and she sprinted past me to the kitchen.

"That was close, cher." She chuckled, serving up two plates of gumbo and handing me one.

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"What?"

"Share," I wondered, "you keeping calling me share."

"Cher, like mon chèrì," she spooned some food, "like love or darling."

"OH." I felt dumb not realizing that, "duh..."

I ate a bite of the gumbo before I realized how amazing it was and basically scraped the whole plate in my mouth. After seconds, and 7 beignets, I felt full and ready for some completely needed sleep.

"I think I'm going to go to my room and sleep," I stood up, "stay on the couch this time."

"No promises." She nodded.

"Well," I said, "at least keep clear for half an hour."

"Why is that?"

"Big boy stuff, sweetums."

Realization hit her and I couldn't help but giggle.

"Oh gross, Wade." She scrunched up her nose and stood up to clean off the table and I left for my room.

A/N: short chapter, I know. I'll make up for it in the next one. Do remember smut will be in here sooner or later so yeah. Right; so Deadpool had feels... Crazy, eh? Couldn't help myself. Oh and if you guys want to have an image of Bernadette, I imagine her like pin/138978338474606036/ this.

~Love, Your Friendly Neighborhood Assassin~