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

Part 2

It had been eight months to the day that Missy had started her job at the SHEILD HQ on the third floor of Stark Towers. It was just an admin job, but that suited her fine. The pay was pretty terrible but at least there was the added perk of getting to see amazing superheroes like Thor every now and again. I mean, she wasn't the only one who would say the fax machine in their office was broken only to head up to the 13th floor to try and catch a glimpse of the long-haired Adonis, surely?

Her presence at the tower had been pretty low-key so far. That was until today...

Missy was stood by the copier when a sudden loud voice called across the floor.

"Hey Honey-munchkin! I brought lunch."

Missy closed her eyes, wishing that the ground would open and swallow her up. She didn't want to turn around, but knew she would have to eventually.

She winced, bracing herself for what she was going to be faced with and looked up.

There, in front of an office full of people, was Wade, standing in full red-leather costume with a picnic basket in one hand, and a bottle of what looked like champagne in the other.

By this point everyone in the office's eyes were on him. Most of them didn't know whether to call security or shoot him right there on the spot. Deadpool was pretty notorious and he was someone the Avengers were forever cleaning up after. Agent Fury was desperate to capture and detain him. So for Wade to have the audacity to show up in the SHEILD offices was a crazy feat, even for him.

Wade had come into her life the very day she had started her job at SHEILD. He had showed up at her apartment window on the second floor, covered in blood and Wolverine-sized claw marks, before passing out on her window ledge. The more time that passed however, the less she thought that this had been a coincidence.

Missy's face turned a bright beetroot colour as she scuttled towards him as fast as she could on high heels. Her long caramel hair flying behind her as she walked, numerous heads turning her way as she did so.

When she reached him she immediately grasped his arm and pulled him over towards her desk.

"Wade, what the fuck are you doing?" she said through gritted teeth.

Wade hopped along after her. "Owww, don't grip so hard...I'm fragile," he said with a faux whimper. "Besides I should be getting major boyfriend points for this."

"Wade we are NOT dating!" she uttered, in an irritated tone.

"Awww and after I brought you this magnificent lunch," he said placing the basket down on her desk with a flourish. "I should at least get a courtesy fuck for that."

Missy gave him a withering look.

"Your seat, Mademoiselle," he said pulling out her swivelly desk chair.

"Wade, I am not having lunch with you.... especially not here!" Missy said throwing him a dark look. "You know that security is probably going to be all over your ass any second now."

Wade pressed his hands together, holding them up to his face. "You promise?" he said dreamily.

Missy huffed as Wade took a seat and began to unload item after item from the basket. "A lovely French baguette, cold cuts, potato salad, strawberries.....OH LOOK..." he said loudly. "WHIPPED CREAM! We should save that for later...."

Missy clenched her jaw as she saw from the corner of her eye, two women from the office whispering to each other behind their hands.

"Wade, I am not having lunch with you," she said irritably.