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

Part 5

Missy was just late. She had been held up on her lunchbreak by a large queue at the deli on the corner.

She checked the time quickly on her cell.

1.58.

She had two minutes to make it up the elevator and back to her desk.

Normally her colleagues wouldn't have cared about a few minutes but they were all still pissed after Deadpool had showed up in their office a few weeks back. Since then they had all been forced to attend a four hour course on 'building security' and how all staff needed to be more vigilant. To say Missy wasn't in any of their good books at the moment was an understatement to say the least.

Hurrying towards the elevator, she lifted her pass and held it against the scanner. It flashed blue and the elevator doors slid open. Stepping inside she pressed the button for her floor just as a sudden voice called out.

"Hold the doors!"

Missy instantly did as she was asked, reaching out and holding open the large metal door.

She peered out into the foyer and her eyes widened as a figure skidded towards her.

"No, no, no," she muttered, letting go of the door and hurriedly pressing the 'CLOSE' button. "You are not doing this to me again Wade Wilson!"

But it was too late, a leather and black spandex clad Wade bowled into her as the doors shut behind them.

Missy wobbled precariously on her high-heels but Wade swiftly caught her around the waist her pulled her close. "Hey babe," he said in a cheery voice. "Are we going down or going up. I'm ever hopeful for the former."

Missy growled and shoved him off her, whacking him in the stomach with her purse. "I'm. Going. To. Kill. You," she exclaimed as the cream leather handbag collided with his various limbs.

"What?" he said in a shocked tone. "I just thought I would make the effort to call in on my BFF at her workplace-"

"Wade, everyone fucking hates me enough around here as it is!" she cried, holding hand to her tired face, closing her eyes and leaning back against the metal wall as the elevator began to move.

Wade took a step closer to her, tilting his head. He paused for a moment. "Hates you?" he asked in a quiet tone.

Missy opened one eye. Quiet Wade was never good sign.

"What do you mean they hate you?" he uttered in a dark voice, lowering his masked chin scrutinising her carefully.

Missy merely gazed up at him through her eyelashes but she didn't speak. It was true. She didn't have any friends amongst the staff here. She did her work and went home. She was never invited to any after work drinks or weekend plans.

"Forget it..." she murmured, looking away from Wade's white eyes, down at her shoes. She liked Wade, of course she did, but he was making a tough work-life even tougher for her at the moment.

Wade was silent for a long moment before suddenly he reached up and bashed the 'FLOOR 13' button on the panel beside them.

"W-What are you doing?" she stammered, looking up in horror as the elevator began to rise further.

Behind his mask, Wade grinned. "I'm going to go up and see your bosses and tell them about how you're being fucking bullied in the workplace."

"My bosses?" said Missy with wide eyes, the realisation of what was happening hitting her. "No, Wade you can't-" 

But before she could even say anything, the doors slid open.

"Well," said Wade in a loud voice, "If it isn't my favourite patriotic trio. Or as I like to call you, the 'Stark Spangled Banner'"