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

Part 9

Missy couldn't sleep. It was 1am and she had been tossing and turning for the last hour, her mind unable to settle and drift off.

Her and Wade had argued earlier that evening. It had probably been the first time ever the pair had ever fallen out.

But now Missy lay awake, regretting her earlier outburst.

She turned over and stared up at her darkened ceiling. She let out a long sigh.

Just a few hours ago the pair had been hanging out in her living room. Wade had been sitting on the floor, his back propped up against her sofa reading a takeout menu.

"I think it would be easier to choose what I don't want..." he said in a quick voice handing Missy the leaflet.

She was sat behind him on the couch, legs crossed, scrolling through her phone.

"Just get everything," she said with a shrug. She had been out with some friends the night before and was still suffering from a slight hangover. Her stomach rumbled. Right now, she just wanted ALL of the carbs.

"And that's why you're my perfect woman," he said glancing up at her through the white eyes of his mask.

Missy didn't even acknowledge his comment, merely continuing to scroll down her newsfeed.

"Uh, I didn't tell you..." she said after a moment. Not making eye contact with Wade. "I have another date."

Wade turned to face her, placing an elbow onto the couch.

"With who?" he asked cocking his head. "Don't tell me Rogers had finally strapped on a pair of old man balls and plucked up the courage to ask you out."

Missy, still didn't look at Wade. The tops of her cheeks turned pink.

"With the guy I....err.... went on a date with last time...." she said quietly.

She saw Wade narrow his white eyes at her.

"The asshole?" he said in a confused tone. "The guy who you said made it clear he wasn't into you and you had such a bad date with, you still won't even tell me what happened."

Missy gave a gulp, her eyes not leaving her phone.

"I saw him last night...in the club we were at..." she said quickly. "He seemed...interested...nice... He asked if I wanted to come over to his place the week after next."

"And you agreed?!" he said in an incredulous voice.

Missy had never heard Wade speak like this to her before. His tone was biting. Angry.

Missy got to her feet.

"Yes," she snapped, scowling. "I really don't see what it's got to do with you, Wade."

The masked merc jumped to his own feet and followed Missy as she stalked into the kitchen.

"So some guy gives you a little bit of attention and you just throw yourself at him?...Again?" said Wade, in an accusing voice.

Missy spun around, her eyes flashing dangerously.

"None of this is any of your business," she retorted.

But Wade stood in the doorway. "I'm just trying to make sure you don't make another stupid mistake," he uttered harshly.

Missy gave a gulp, staring down at the floor. This was so unlike Wade. Usually he was so upbeat about everything. She would have expected him to just give her an enthusiastic pat on the back and tell her to go for it.

Missy shot him a dark frown.

"Just fuck off, Wade," she said darkly as she stalked past him back in the living room. "Go on, get out."