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

Part 3

Sometimes the subway was the easiest way to travel. It was Saturday morning and Missy had just finished meeting a friend for coffee across town. She now planned on getting off a few blocks away from her apartment, stopping to pick up some bagels and cream cheese and salad for lunch, before heading home.

As she strutted onto the car, chic in high heels and a beige trench, she took a seat next to a teenage boy listening to rap music through his headphones, and opposite a guy obscured behind a large broadsheet newspaper.

Missy patted down her caramel hair and began to fish in her bag for her kindle. She had been reading the same boring book for months now but refused to give up on it. Despite this, the moment she switched on the device and gazed at the text she felt her eyes glaze over.

Her attention was instead caught by newspaper-guy sitting opposite, whose foot that was tapping along to the rap music floating out from the teenager headphones.

A small smile appeared at her lips as she thought of this dreamy smart city guy enjoying this kind of music.

She gazed down over her kindle at the man's shoes, the only part of him she could see....

She frowned.

The shoes were made of a red and black leather...

It couldn't be...

Missy narrowed her eyes as she peered up and saw that in the middle of the large newspaper were two eyeholes, from which two large white eyes stared back at her.

"Ughhh, Wade!" said Missy in a loud voice causing the boy sitting next to her to jump.

She placed down her bag on the seat beside her and got to her feet, snatching the newspaper out of Wade's hands.

He merely glanced up at her nonchalantly. "Oh hey babe, what a coincidence running into you here-"

"Are you stalking me now?" she asked placing her hands on her slender hips.

"Stalking you? No, I was just innocently sitting here reading my newspaper when you come along and start disturbing the fucking peace. Am I right kid?" He turned to the teenager who widened his eyes in alarm, quickly got up and moved off to sit in another car.

Missy shot Wade a severe look.

"Alright, alright, I might have stalked you a little bit," he said folding his arms over his chest like a pouting kid. "I just wanted to know what we're doing tonight."

"What we're doing?" said Missy coming to perch on a seat two away from the masked merc. "We don't have plans, Wade."

"Oh yes we do," he said scooting over and quickly closing the gap between them. "You, me and a that bottle of lube I know you keep in your underwear drawer-"

"I don't.... wait, you've been going through my underwear drawer?!" she scowled and punched him hard on the shoulder. He didn't flinch.

"-you can wear that red set with the clasp that opens at the front-" he continued, as Missy reddened and glanced around making sure no one else was in earshot.

She thumped him once more. "Stay out of my fucking underwear drawer, Wade."

"I love it when you get feisty," he uttered just as the train came to a stop and the doors hissed open.

A stream of people entered the carriage but before Missy had a chance to lean across and grab her bag from her vacated seat, it was suddenly snatched from her reach.

Missy stood quickly just in time to see a guy with a denim jacket and a shaved head running back out into the platform clutching her handbag.

"Wade!" she breathed, but by the time she had turned to look at the leather-clad man beside her, he had already streaked past her, leaping out of the doors giving chase.

Missy pushed her way past the crowds and stepped quickly off the train as the doors slammed shut behind her.

She could just make out Wade in ultimate Deadpool mode, jumping high into the air and tearing down a large metal sign that hung from the ceiling of the station before-

CLANG

Wade had swung around and hit the thief square in the face with the sign, causing him to fall to the ground in a heap, dropping Missy's bag in the process.

Missy skidded to a halt as Wade leaned over, making sure to step on the denim-wearing thief's hand as he did so and pick up her handbag.

The entire subway-platform full of people were staring at them both by now as Wade walked slowly up to her.

He passed her the bag and leaned in toward her as Missy gazed up at him.

"I think this is the part where you call me your hero," he breathed, slowly brushing a strand of hair from her face. Right at that moment it was it nothing else in the world mattered, like it was just the two of them...forever.

".....and then you thank me by letting me tear that red set, with the clasp that opens at the front, off you with my teeth tonight..."

And as quick as Wade was, he didn't see the knee that then collided with his balls coming at all.

He doubled up and fell to the floor, sprawling out besides the handbag thief, as Missy stepped over him heading for the station exit.

"I'm taking a cab," she murmured, shaking her head.

The subway definitely wasn't always the easiest way to travel.