It was 10am on a Friday morning, and Missy' apartment was quiet and empty.

The tall, blonde woman had left for work with the merc two hours ago. He had a job on across town, but Missy hadn't really paid attention to what it involved. All she knew was that he had taken with him a butt-load of ammo and a spare set of guns.

But suddenly raised voices were heard outside her front door, and in a second, Missy and Wade had bustled through, into the living room.

"I blame you for this!" said Missy with a scowl, pointing her finger at the merc as she strode through the room, with him close at her heels.

She was today, dressed in a navy pencil skirt, navy blouse and nude high heels, her long caramel-hair tired back in a sleek ponytail.

But her face was fixed. Furious.

"Hey I'm not taking full responsibility for this!" muttered Wade defensively, he too, scowling behind his mask. "I wasn't the only one involved. You are as much to blame as me."

Missy stopped suddenly, turning to him, narrowing her eyes dangerously.

"Oh I am SO going to kill you," she uttered icily, jabbing him in his spandex-clad chest with her polished fingernail. "Over and fucking over again."

Wade scoffed, but he couldn't help but gulp nervously as Missy turned on her heel, stalking into the bedroom.

Pulling her purse from her shoulder, she suddenly and without warning tipped it upside-down, emptying it's contents out onto the bed.

"Now babe, you just need to chill," uttered Wade, strolling up behind her, his mouth full of food, a second or two later.

At this Missy immediately swung around to face him.

"Are you really eating a left-over burrito of mine from last night? Like right now?" she snarled, shaking her head incredulously.

Wade, who was leant up against the doorframe, popped the last of the snack into his half-unmasked mouth.

"What?" he uttered defensively. "I get hungry when I'm nervous."

Missy shot him another scowl before snatching up a small white paper package from the bed.

"I swear to God-" she said venomously. But she stopped short, shaking her head, turning away and heading into the bathroom.

"Let me know if you need a hand-" cried Wade, as the door slammed loudly in his face, causing the entire apartment to shudder.

A moment passed...

Then another...

Wade approached the door, leaning his spandex-covered ear against it. He gave a frown.

"Are you peeing yet?" he questioned.

Instantly Missy let out an irritated roar.

"FUCK. OFF" she shouted, sounding like her teeth were gritted.

Wade gave a pout behind his mask.

A second went by...

"I can hold the little stick for you if that helps, my beautiful honey-bee?" he asked in a sickly-sweet tone.

But there came no answer. Only a flush and the sound of the faucet being run.

Wade gave a gulp. Waiting...

A moment later, the door was snatched open and out walked Missy, that same frown still plastered between her brows.

"It takes two minutes," she said with a huff, gesturing back towards the bathroom.

She sat down on the bed, slowly replacing the contents of her handbag.

"I can distract you for two minutes..." said Wade in a cheery voice.

Missy narrowed her eyes again, staring up at him.

"We are NOT having sex, if that's what you're suggesting," she snapped. "That's what got us into this trouble in the first place!"

Wade folded his bulging arms across his chest grumpily.

"Ok, fiiiiine!" he said in a child-like manner. "But I could...tell some jokes?"

Missy narrowed her eyes, folding her own arms across herself, mirroring his pose.

"No?...Ok then, how about...impressions? I do a great one of Ol' Man Logan..."

Missy rolled her eyes.

"Alright, alright. A magic trick?" he instead offered.

"Unless you're making yourself disappear, then I'm not interested..." Missy uttered coolly.

Wade gave her a simpering smile behind his mask.

"How about-"

"Wade, can we just not!" she said cutting across him, giving a sudden sigh and staring down at the purse on her lap.

Wade fell silent, watching her quietly for a long moment. Her shoulders slumped, and worry all over her pretty features.

Wade came to slowly sit beside her, his spandex suit squeaking slightly as he did so.

"You know it'll all be ok...either way..." he said, tugging off his mask and placing an arm around her shoulders.

Missy glanced up at him, giving a half smile as he stroked at her arm.

"I know," she said with a smirk, nudging him in the side.

A short silence fell over the pair.

"How long's left?" asked Wade, his knee bouncing up and down impatiently.

"About a minute," said Missy, staring up nervously towards the open bathroom door, fiddling with the clasp on her purse.

"When I got your call..." said Wade grinning. "I thought you were fucking dying or something...almost gave me a fucking heart-attack."

"I was being sick in the bathroom of SHEILD Headquarters, with Natasha Romanoff in the next cubicle. I fucking WISH I had been dying!" uttered Missy, giving a huff.

"So you were sick..." said Wade after a long second. "What else makes you think you might be pre-"

"Um, can we not say the P-word JUST yet!" snapped Missy, quickly covering Wade's mouth with her hand.

Wade gave a small frown as Missy tugged her hand away.

"Well," she said biting her lip. "I'm kinda....late."

Wade's frown deepened.

"Late for what?" he asked lifting up his spandex sleeve and checking the time on his small pink cartoon watch. "I...Ohhhhhh."

Realisation dawned upon him slowly. He gave a knowing nod as Missy did too.

"Like, late late..." he said, his eyebrows shooting up into his non-existent hairline, as he let out a long puff of air.

Missy leaned over him, moving his wrist and checking the time on his watch.

"Ok..." She said in a nervous voice. "Well I guess this is it..."

With that, she got to her feet, as Wade stared up at her, giving a gulp.

With her head hanging low at her chest she strutted quickly into the bathroom on her high heels.

Wade ran a hand across his scarred features, his breathing shallow in his chest.

He could do this...right?

A second later Missy appeared...holding the stick in her hand.

Wade got instantly to his feet, his brown eyes fixed to hers.

She stared up at him, her lips parting...

"It's...it's negative..." she said, letting out a long breath, blinking a couple of times.

Wade gave another gulp.

"That's...that's good, right?" he said trying as hard as he could to read her face.

Missy nodded giving a small smile.

"Yeah...of course it is," she said reassuringly, walking swiftly past him and popping the stick into the waste basket.

Wade frowned, staring at her, as she gazed down at the trash for the longest of moments...

Wade gave a small sigh.

He came up slowly behind Missy, pressing a small kiss into her hair, wrapping his strong arms around her waist.

...Neither of them uttering a word as the minutes slipped by...

Missy eventually turned, lifting her hands to Wade's shoulders, and giving him a gentle smile.

"I love you, y'know," she said gazing up into his eyes.

Wade grinned, his hands still lingering at her waist.

"Oh I know ," he murmured, leaning down and kissing her softly as Missy smiled into his mouth.

A second later she pulled away.

"And at least this means we don't have to be responsible adults just yet," said Wade with a shrug, staring down at her.

Missy cocked an eye at the merc.

"As if you will ever be a responsible adult, Wade," she said teasingly, giving him a small shove.

Wade stared adoringly over at her, as Missy strutted over to her bureau, glancing at her reflection in the mirror above it.

She pulled at her long ponytail.

"All this though," she said after a minute, shooting the spandex-clad mercenary a look. "It still doesn't explain why I was so sick this morning?"

Wade gave a nonchalant shrug.

"Hmmm," he murmured easily. "Maybe it was the...Ohhhhh-"

Wade paled slightly, staring down at his stomach as it gave a loud grumble.

Missy pulled her hands down from her hair giving a frown, staring at him carefully.

"You ok?" she asked.

But before she could utter another word, Wade had merely muttered he word 'burritos' before striding into the bathroom, a gloved hand clutched quickly over his mouth.

Missy's eyes followed him as he disappeared around the door, and a sudden horrible retching sound was suddenly heard.

The sound of Wade Wilson violently puking into her toilet.

Missy pursed her lips together giving a sigh.

"That explains it," she muttered lightly, before turning back to the mirror once more, a small smile upon her face.

Just a short one. But I hope it was ok? I hope people are still reading. I'm not really getting as much feedback from these chapter as I normally would so I may decide to call it a day. I'm not too sure yet.

But anyway thanks to jeffhardyluvsme, jonstar1034, Legolas Girl 31, RealHuntress18, dancindonna and Raging Raven for reviewing the last chapter.

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