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

Part 7

It had been months since Missy had seen her Mom. She had moved down to Florida to live with Missy's aunt a couple of years ago and since then, Missy never got a chance to visit her enough.

But this time, her Mom was visiting her. For the first time since Missy had moved to New York eighteen months ago.

Missy didn't have much family. It had always just been her and her Mom. She had never really known her Dad. She vaguely remembered a man who used to turn up at the weekends and take her to the park, but he eventually just stopped coming and now remained a distant memory in her mind. Her Mom had had worked at the checkouts at a grocery store on the corner. She often did double shifts to make sure Missy had everything she needed, and Missy was grateful for that. The last few years she had suffered with terrible arthritis and now walked with a stick, so Missy was just happy that her Mom could now spend her retirement in the sun, down in Florida, with barely a care in the world. The heat doing her joints the world of good.

The pair had had a fantastic morning. Missy had gotten up early, met her Mom at the airport and they had got a cab back into the heart of the city. From there they'd had some breakfast and done a little bit of sightseeing. So far it had been the perfect day.

It was around lunchtime Missy's Mom had asked if they could go back and see her apartment.

"I just want to make sure you don't live in some sort of awful hovel," said her Mom with a smile, as they walked arm in arm.

Missy who towered over her mom in high heels, gave a sigh, stuffing a free hand into the pocket of her trench coat.

"I don't live in a hovel, Mom," she said rolling her eyes.

The old woman patted Missy's hand gently and smiled up at her, wrinkles appearing at the corner of her green eyes. "I just hope that job of yours pays enough for you to afford a nice place that's all," said her Mom gently, wincing as she put weight on her leg.

"Remember that little place we used the have-" began Missy.

"On the corner of Lincoln Drive?" continued her Mom, wrinkling her nose as Missy laughed. "The one with all the mice? Oh how horrible."

Missy hailed a cab and thirty minutes later they had arrived outside Missy's apartment.

"See," she uttered as she helped her poorly Mom climb the stairs. "It's not that bad."

They arrived outside her door, Missy fumbling in her bag for her keys. A second later she pushed the door open and stepped inside.

"Well what do you think?" she said, gesturing with her arm, before here her eyes fell on a figure standing in the centre of her living room.

She froze....

For standing in her tiny living room was Wade, in full Deadpool costume with two giants swords propped up beside the tv cabinet behind him. In his hand was a huge bunch of flowers.

Missy had made a point of not mentioning anything about her Mom's visit to Wade. She had actually told him she was heading out of town to visit some friends for the weekend, to prevent the risk of him dropping by unexpectedly. But here he was larger than life, as always. He had probably hacked his way into her emails, knowing him.

"You must be Missy's Mom," he said suddenly stepping forwards, holding out the bunch of flowers.

Missy tensed in horror as her Mum blinked his eyes at him, once, then twice.....before suddenly her face broke into a smile.

"Thank you. Call me Margot, please," she said kindly. "And you must be-"

"The name's Wade," he said in a happy voice. "Oh come here, Missy had told me so much about you, I feel like I know you already."