Kind of an AU to my usual Missy/Wade fics. What if Missy had met Wade before he had become Deadpool? Set during the events of the Deadpool (2016) movie.

"Wade you can't be here," said Missy shaking her head as she stood in the doorway to her apartment, arms folded across herself.

She was still in her work blouse and pencil skirt, but her long, caramel hair had been unpinned, and now hung loosely across her shoulders.

Before her, stood Wade Wilson, tall and handsome with a wicked smile across his features, holding a large pizza box in his hands.

He furrowed his brow but his smirk seemed to linger.

"Is David here?" he asked pretending to peer over her shoulder into her apartment. "Is that why you're trying to keep me out?"

Missy rolled her eyes and shook her head slightly.

She had been friends with Wade for a year now. They had met after she had hired him to take care of a guy who had been following her. Her boyfriend David had been too tied up at work to do anything about it, so Missy at her wits end. had instead contacted Sister Margaret's School for Wayward Girls.

They had sent Wade.

He had turned up at her apartment late one night to inform her the job had been done, but when she had opened the door she had found the merc, his face covered in blood and his shoulder dislocated.

He had ensured her that he was fine but Missy had, tentatively, invited him in and cleaned him up a little. And from there…well, the rest was history.

"No, David's out…" said Missy, her eyes dropping to the floor. "He….. he's working late…"

Wade smirk disappeared instantly and he gazed at over at Missy, his brown eyes narrowing.

"Working late?" he asked in a low voice.

Missy avoided her eye and his question.

She had been with her boyfriend David for almost two and a half years.

He was handsome, of course, with dark hair and a charming smile. And she loved him….

But the last time, just over six months ago, he had gone through a short period of working late at the office and attending weekend conferences…. it had turned out, that he had been seeing another woman behind her back.

As soon as Missy had found out, he had, of course, ended it with the other girl.

But now…he had slowly begun to slip back into that same old pattern, of late nights at the office or even sometimes not even coming home at all.

It hurt Missy even to think of it, so she just ignored the horrible feeling in the pit of her stomach. Not wanting to confront him and find out that her suspicions were true.

Of course, Wade and David had never really got on.

Wade had been pretty protective the last time this had happened, and warned Missy not to get back with David again.

But she hadn't listened. She…..she just loved David… she really did... and the less she thought about it all…the better it became…

Tonight was yet another night she was spending without David here. She would go to bed alone and the majority of the time, would wake up alone. And that was just the way it was…

But it broke her heart to think of what he might be doing with his time…

Missy stared up at Wade anxiously, before finally giving a huff and holding open the door for him to step inside.

"Fine!" she said with a sigh. "But just one movie and then you're going to have to leave."

Wade stepped inside her warmly-lit living room, flung off his sheepskin jacket, and flopped down onto the couch.

"Well actually I've picked a tv show for us on Netflix," he said opening up the pizza box, taking out a slice and flinging the rest down onto the coffee table. "It's going to take us about seven hours to binge watch it all…"

Missy frowned but didn't argue, instead she headed off into the kitchen to get a couple of sodas for them both.

She opened the fridge door and suddenly heard Wade approaching from behind.

"Ooh imported craft beers," he said strutting over to peer inside the open fridge. "May I?"

But Missy turned and scowled in his direction.

"No. They're David's. He'd kill me if he knew you'd been here," she said, shoving glass coke bottle into is hands instead, and closing the fridge-door with her hip.

Wade grinned, blocking her path with his body as Missy attempted to move past him.

"He really fucking hates us being friends doesn't he?" said Wade smiling. "What is it? My adorable charm? Or my Ryan Reynold's style good looks?"

Missy rolled her eyes and shoved past him, bumping his shoulder as she did so, padding across the floor on bare feet.

Suddenly before she could take a step further, Wade had grabbed her by the waist and pulled her around to face him.

"You know… if you wanted a fuck buddy…" he said in an earnest tone. "I am just a text away."

"In your dreams, Wade…" Missy uttered, shaking her head and attempting to prise herself from his grip.

"Well David's probably got one, so why should you?" he said instantly.

As soon as he said it, Missy's heart suddenly plummeted.

Hearing it out loud like that, made everything a million times worse…

She shoved Wade away and walked from the room.

"Missy, I'm sorry-" he started, following her back into the living room.

She was already sat down on the sofa, head bowed, bare legs tucked underneath her.

Barely a second passed before she felt Wade slump down beside her and shift his weight slightly, turning to face her.

"Hey," he said in a gentle tone, far removed from his usual playful one. He placed a hand to her chin, lifting her face up so that her eyes met with his own.

"I'm sorry, I was just fucking around," he said titling his head slightly. "I'm sure he's telling the truth and he's just super busy at work at the moment."

Missy paused for a long second before letting out a long sigh.

She could feel all her stresses, all her worries about to come flooding out…

"It's just….. I made him dinner last night and he just text and told me he would have it for lunch tomorrow. I went to all that effort and…and- And I know that doesn't sound like such a big deal but it was supposed to be date night… we haven't been out together in weeks…. He's never here -and when I call him it just goes straight to voicemail…" she said quickly, her voice breaking slightly. "It's just that this is exactly how it was last time…"

She could feel tears pricking at her eyes but she willed herself not to cry in front of Wade. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, avoiding his eyes once again.

"You shouldn't be with him…" said Wade in angry voice, his face stern. "He treats you like shit and you deserve way better than some fucking douchebag like that."

Missy's heart pounded in her chest and she took a sharp intake of breath.

She looked up at Wade sadly but couldn't manage to utter a word, instead she moved in her seat, coming to rest her head against his broad shoulder.

She knew the truth. Deep down she really did.

But she loved David...

And right now, it frightened her to think of her life without him. Despite how much she was hurting right now.

"Can we just…. not talk about it…" she said in a quiet voice.

Wade paused for a short moment before leaning forwards and grasping up the pizza box from the table and pulling it towards them. He picked up the remote from the arm of the chair.

"Deal…" he said nodding.

He lifted his arm for Missy to tuck herself beneath and rested it across he shoulders.

"So this show is going to take us seven hours to watch?" she asked glancing up at him and taking a slice of pizza from the tray across Wade's lap.

The merc gave a wide smile.

"This is just season one," he uttered in a playful tone as Missy took a bite of the take-out. "There's another six seasons to follow."

Missy gave a sudden grimace.

"Ugh pineapple and anchovy?" she said in a disgusted tone. "Why am I even friends with you?"

"Because I'm adorable and you fucking love me…" he with a grin, as he pressed play on the remote and gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze.

Missy rolled her eyes but didn't argue, she merely nuzzled further into him, giving a long, long sigh as she did so….

Would you be interested in reading this? I'm just not getting many reviews on my other fics so thought I would try something different.

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