From across the hallway

Part 45

Wade Wilson stared at Missy through the white eyes of his mask.

And despite all his anger and all his frustration...the usually mouthy-merc found himself unable to speak.

Right now Missy, as always, looked like utter perfection to him.

Her long caramel hair was loosely curled and pinned back from her face, and her slim form was wrapped in a gorgeous, blue dress, Wade had never seen on her before.

She looked as amazing as the day he had met her. And Wade felt more in love with her at this moment than he ever had done before.

She was his one true love. His family. And yet here he was, hiding behind a fucking mask.

Wade didn't really know what he had expected, coming here today. All he had  known, once he had realised that Steve had disappeared, was that he needed to get the star-spangled avenger as far away from Missy as possible. Wade didn't know what he would do if he found out that Missy was in relationship with anyone else. He didn't even want to think about that right now.

He wished...oh, how he fucking wished, it could all go back to the way it used to be between them.

But now, standing here, Missy certainly wasn't staring at Wade with love in her eyes.

Her look was, instead, a mixture of fear and confusion, as her green eyes looked him up and down.

"S-Steve..." she called back behind her, cautiously, her voice breaking slightly. "I think it's for you..."

Fuck.

This wasn't what Wade had wanted.

He had never meant to frighten her...to make her nervous in her own home.

But as much as Wade wanted to say something, he just couldn't.

Missy would hear his voice and instantly realise it was him. And Wade couldn't let her see him like this. Scarred, grotesque, and ugly.

And so he stayed silent.

Fucking piece of shit coward.

Missy's beautiful green eyes roved over his mask and he saw them linger at the guns at his belt and the katanas on his back.

Fuck. Why had he not left them around the corner, out of sight?

But Missy, the light of his life, looked at him sternly...a gorgeous little frown line appearing between her brows.

"Listen, whatever you're here to do, you're gonna have to take it outside," she said in a cutting tone, folding her arms across herself defensively. "I've got a four year old in there, and if you DARE do anything to upset her-"

Right now she looked like a lioness protecting her cub, and Wade hated himself for making her feel like that.

But the merc didn't have time to dwell on this, as a tall, blonde, good-looking figure appeared swiftly in front of Missy, blocking her from view.

"What the hell are you doing here, Deadpool?" growled Steve in an angry voice, glaring at Wade.

But the merc merely glared back from behind the white eyes of his mask.

Fuck. He hated Captain Crunch and his perfect bone structure. And Wade couldn't help but scowl furiously as Steve turned to Missy, his hand touching her forearm lightly.

"You should go back inside with Emily," the Cap uttered in a low voice.

Wade could felt his blood boiling.