From across the hallway

Part 44

Wade Wilson stood on the empty bridge humming lightly to himself, as he doused the asphalt with gasoline.

Today he was in a good mood.

Much improved on two nights ago at least. For today he had a plan.

The merc swivelled around on the spot and admired his work, pulling a box of matches from his belt.

Oh, a very good fucking plan indeed.

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Missy gave a sigh.

It was Saturday and despite Steve Rogers saying that he would pick them up by 2, over two hours later and there was still no sign of the star-spangled Avenger.

Missy who had got herself and her daughter dressed up in almost matching pretty blue dresses, had by now kicked off her nude heels and had taken to finishing off folding her mountain of laundry instead.

It was no surprise to her that Steve had not turned up. He had most likely changed his mind anyway, for why would anyone want to hang out with a single mom and her daughter on the weekend?

One part of her was, of course, relived that Steve hadn't showed. Perhaps she wasn't ready to date anyway. But deep down inside, Missy couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

She had gotten dressed up for nothing and so had Emily.

The little toddler was now sat on the couch drawing with thick brightly coloured crayons and didn't seem to mind that she wouldn't be going for lunch today. Missy had made her a sandwich instead so the toddler didn't seem to care either way.

But maybe after Wade, this was just destined to be Missy's life now. A life of endless laundry and mundaneness. 

Would anything else even compare anyway?

"Mind if I turn on the TV, baby?" asked Missy, placing down the sheet she was folding and leaning over to speak to her daughter.

Emily looked up at Missy, little mouth agape, and shook her head.

"I colorin'" she uttered, brandishing her sheet of paper proudly.

Missy smiled and stroked her daughter's soft cheek.

"That looks really pretty, sweetie-pie," said Missy gently, grasping up the remote with her other hand and flipping on the TV.

The news was the first thing to appear on the screen, but Missy, not really paying attention, turned, picking up a pair of Emily's leggings from the laundry pile.

"...reports of a masked man wreaking havoc in downtown New York are still coming in this afternoon," came the voice of a stern news reporter behind her. "The man, wearing a red and black suit, has been hunted down by several members of the team known as 'The Avengers' but so far, none have been successful in bringing this vigilante down..."

Missy frowned to herself, swinging around to see blurry footage of a man in a red mask pointing angrily at a figure running towards him.

A figure she recognised very well...

Missy stared, her mouth falling open as she saw Steve Rogers in full Captain America garb, launching his shield at the masked man's head.

This had to be the infamous Deadpool, Steve kept mentioning.

Missy watched intently, as the masked man dodged out of the way of the Cap's shield, before squaring up to the tall blonde Avenger.

She blinked a couple of times, staring at the screen, having what was almost like the strangest sense of deja-vu...