Can't you just text me before you come over like any normal person?

Part 1

Missy pushed open the door to her tiny apartment, giving a sigh. Peeling off her rain-sodden coat and flinging down her keys onto the sideboard, she kicked off her heels one at a time.

It had been a long day. Not only had she had a full day at work but she had also just been on the most awkward date imaginable. She cringed to herself just thinking about it.

Now all she wanted to do was curl up on the sofa, stuff her face with junk food and watch Netflix.

Flicking on the TV she headed into her tiny kitchenette, grabbing bag of popcorn and tossing it into the microwave.

Missy leaned against the counter and placed her forehead flush against a cupboard door and closed her eyes. She wished she could have the power to do a rewind on the entire day. To reverse every moment that was currently making her stomach do backflips in embarrassment.

DING

Quickly emptying the contents of the microwave (and burning her fingers in the process) Missy headed into the living room and placed the large bowl of popcorn down onto her coffee table.

Heading back into the kitchen one last time to grab a soda, she reappeared in the living room less than ten seconds later to-

"So..... how did it go?"

Missy jumped out of her skin, letting out a small yelp.

Sitting on her tiny couch, bowl of popcorn now perched on his lap was –

"Wade? How the fuck did you get in here?"

The red-suited superhero, picked up the remote and began flicking through Missy's 'recently watched' on Netflix.

"Is that a way to treat your fucking BFF?" he replied not taking his still-masked eyes off the screen. " I see you're not wearing the friendship bracelet I made you."

Missy rolled her eyes and thought of the pink and blue band, adorned with My Little Ponies that now lay buried in a drawer on her bedside table.

"I didn't really go with my outfit today," said Missy, immediately deflecting. "But don't think you can ignore my question Wade. How the hell did you get in here?"

"I chopped myself into pieces and fed myself through your cat-flap limb by limb.... Hey! You watched Making a Murderer without me?!"

Missy placed down her soda and narrowed her eyes at him. "I don't have a cat-flap, Wade. You stole my spare key again didn't you?"

"Might have," he said innocently. "Awww, I told you to hold off on watching that until I was around."

Missy frowned before moving over to him and kicking him in the shin. "Why don't you just get your own Netflix account? Shift over, I want to sit down."

Wade didn't move, he merely patted the cushion beside him. "I don't think there's enough room.... Looks like we're going to have to cuddle."

Missy let out an irritated huff and flung herself down next to the masked-hero, attempting to scoot him over with her hip. Wade merely shifted closer to her and threw his leather-clad arm across her shoulders.

Missy tugged the remote from his grasp and dipped her hand into the popcorn.

"So..." he said in a faux gossipy tone, placing a hand to his chin and tilting his head towards her. "...how did your date go?"

Missy just gave a slow blink and chewed on her lip. "I don't want to talk about it," she murmured.

Wade narrowed his white eyes at her before quickly removing his mask to scrutinise her properly. He shifted over on the couch to fully face her.

"I can't have been that bad," he said in a reassuring voice. "What did this guy whip his dong out at the table or something?"

Missy shrugged and pulled at the hem of her pencil skirt, not looking up at him. "I just made a total idiot out of myself is all..." she uttered with a quiet sigh. "I actually really liked him and he made it completely obvious that he wasn't interested."

Wade knitted his non-existent eyebrows together. "Well then he's an asshole. Want me to fuck him up for you?"

Missy glanced up into Wade's scarred face before giving a pout and resting her head against his leather-clad shoulder.

"Maybe..." she said quietly, as she lifted up the tv remote and hit play on Making a Murderer episode 1, for the second time that week.