From across the hallway

Part 46

Day-times were always a slow time for Weasel.

Sister Margaret's only really got a couple of regulars in, in what he called the 'hangover hours'.

But today was different...

Weasel glanced up from his usual position (leaning up against the bar, playing Rollercoaster Tycoon on his cell phone) as five weapon-wielding figures strutted in that afternoon.

The four men and one woman, looked around smugly as a few of the more reliable regulars eyed them up, scraping back their chairs ready for a fight.

"Can I help you ladies," asked Weasel in a dark voice, as he pushed his glasses further up his nose.

The guy up front, with a shaved head and a wide grin, gave a nod.

"Oh, I do hope so," he uttered in a smart British accent. "I heard you might be able to point me in the direction of a friend of mine. Name of Wade Wilson."

Weasel gave a visible gulp.

Fuck. It was so typical of Wade to get him into trouble like this.

The ugly avocado-looking mother-fucker.

"Sorry, I don't know the name," retorted Weasel staring back at the British man with contempt on his face.

But the man merely gave an easy smile as the woman beside him with a steely expression, made her way around the bar and over towards Weasel.

Weasel flinched and made to duck aside as the woman made for his throat, but instead she merely plucked a small photograph from the fridge behind Weasel.

"I know this girl," she said in a low voice, brandishing the picture towards the smug British guy, who suddenly looked pleased. "She works for SHEILD. She was there when they took me in a couple of months ago."

Weasel frowned. It was the photo of Wade, Missy and her daughter that he had put up behind here a long, long time ago now.

But the man merely laughed.

"SHIELD huh? Mmmm, our friend Wade certainly has friends in dangerous places..." he uttered. "Oh and look. She's even got a kid we can use as leverage. How quaint!"

He looked practically cheerful as he threw Weasel a wave.

"Thanks for the info on our friend Mr Wilson," he uttered. "We'll be seeing you."

And with that, the five figures headed off out of the bar without another word.

Weasel gave a huff and reached for his cell once again, dialling Wade's number.

But it went to voicemail...

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It was a Monday evening and Missy was certainly looking forward to a couple of days at home, just her and Emily.

She had just finished up with work and now had two vacation days to enjoy.

But despite her cheery mood, Missy still had something lingering on her mind.

Since Saturday, she had not been able to get the blank stare of the masked-man known as Deadpool, out of her head.

What had been that guy's problem?

Missy hadn't seen Steve since, but knew that he had been hard at work across town this morning, taking down a group of drug smugglers with the help of Tony Stark.

Missy had thought about emailing him, to say thank you for Saturday, but thought better of it. She still wasn't sure how she felt about Steve Rogers coming over for 'coffee' anyway.