Missy gave a gulp as she climbed the stairs to her apartment.

Part of her didn't want to go inside.

She knew Wade would be there, and if he found out what she had stashed away in her handbag…. well, she didn't even want to think about it…

They had only been dating for a few weeks. She definitely wasn't ready for this…. not now….

She fished in her handbag for her keys before pushing open the door.

"Hey, I'm back…" she called out, flinging her bag down onto the sofa and removing her coat.

Oh god, did her voice sound suspicious? She shook off the feeling, glancing up, as Wade sauntered in from the kitchen.

He was dressed in full Deadpool suit, minus the mask, and holding a bowl of cereal in his hands.

"Hey babe," he uttered, sauntering over to her. "Good day at superhero camp?"

Missy had worked for SHEILD at Stark Towers for almost sixteen months now. At first it had just been an admin job but Wade, as he put it, had 'politely' asked Tony Stark if there was an opening elsewhere in the company. She now had a role as one of four assistants to Pepper Potts up on the 11th floor, a role which she adored. It was, at best, advanced admin, but her colleagues were nice and the job was good.

Missy rolled her eyes at his comment as Wade grinned, balancing his bowl of cereal in one hand and grasping her tightly around the waist with the other.

He leant down and kissed her hard and Missy couldn't help but smile into his mouth, before-

"Hey, watch it!" she yelped, pulling away from him suddenly. "You're dripping milk all down my shirt."

She pushed both Wade and the cereal bowl away from her and stalked off towards her bedroom as Wade followed.

"So what have you been up to today?" she asked cocking an eyebrow at him. "Helping old ladies cross the street?"

Her tone was sarcastic and Wade stopped and leaned up against the doorframe. He narrowed his eyes at her.

"I encourage Al to jump in front of cars if you must know," he said in a simpering voice, before slurping a mouthful of Lucky Charms.

Missy shot him a look before unbuttoning her blouse and shucking it from her shoulders. She could feel Wade's gaze on her as she unzipped her pencil skirt and stepped out of it.

"You're despicable," she muttered, opening her wardrobe and pulling out an oversized sweater that had once belonged to Wade, but had now found itself into her pile of comfy weekend clothes.

"You fucking love it," he said with a smirk, taking another bite of cereal as Missy sauntered past him back into the living room.

He made a point to slap her ass as she walked by.

Missy ignored him, heading into the kitchen to grab a soda for them both as Wade leapt over her couch and sunk down onto the cushions.

"Are we ordering take out tonight?" she called through to him as she opening the fridge and pulling out two bottles of coke.

But there was no answer from the living room. She frowned.

"Wade?" she said, slowly walking to the doorway on bare feet.

She poked her head around the door and paled.

Wade was sat on the sofa, holding an item in his hand. The item from her handbag.

Missy gave a gulp.

No…no…no….

"What's this?" he asked in a quiet tone. Oh god, quiet Wade was never good…

Missy took a step forward into the living room.

"It's…I…um…" she uttered with wide eyes, as Wade held the item up to his face.

"'You and a guest have been invited to a staff party hosted at Stark Towers,'" he read off the card in his hand, before looking up at her. "Saturday the 20th. That's tomorrow."

Missy scowled at him, placing the two sodas onto the table and plonking herself down next to him on the couch. "Enjoy rummaging through my handbag, did you?" she said, tearing the invite from Wade's gloved hand.

Before she could say anything more, Wade had turned to her, grabbed her bare legs and tugged her into his lap.

"So I'm guessing you were fucking planning on going without me?" he asked raising his non-existent brows, as Missy pawed at his chest with one hand, holding the invite out of his reach with the other.

Missy gave a sigh. "Of course I was," she said giving a shrug. "I have friends there now. They think I'm just a normal person with a normal boyfriend. I don't want you to scare them away by getting into yet another fight with Steve Rogers."

"Oh is the old white-walker himself going to be there?" said Wade in a dreamy voice. "When he puts on those red boots and those tight, tight blue pants….ooooh…..makes me all tingly."

He grasped Missy around the waist, his fingers toying with the waistband of her panties.

"I think they're all going to be there, that's what I'm scared of," she uttered with a pout. "Rogers, Stark, Banner, Fury-"

Wade leaned forwards, pressing kisses to Missy's jawline.

"I haven't seen Fury since that time I stole his eyepatch and cut off my leg to celebrate National Talk like a Pirate Day…" he murmured, as his tongue lapped at the smooth skin at Missy's neck.

Missy let out a soft moan at their contact and bit her lip. "So you were annoying the Avengers way before we met, then?" she said gazing down at him. "It's no wonder that they fucking hate you."

Wade pulled away from her and stared up into her face smiling.

"And that is why tomorrow night is going to be so much fun," said Wade standing up and lifting Missy with him, pulling her legs around his waist.

She gave a groan. "I was soooo right to try and hide this from you," she uttered, as he carried her into the bedroom. "This is going to be fucking bad, isn't it?"

Wade dropped her down onto the bed and hovered over her, his hips grinding into hers.

"Oh yeah it is," he said with a growl, his lips brushing her ear. "But not as bad as Daddy's going to be to you tonight…"

Missy let out a smile as Wade captured her lips in his.

He would manage to distract her from her impending doom…..for a few hours at least...

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