Let's Be Insane Together (CWAC Book Three)

Chapter 2: Shoot me

Tony Stark is not the kind of person that would be first to admit he done wrong. Not the second or third either. Hell, he'd be the last to admit it. But there is one thing he knows he did wrong. And he doesn't need it pointing out to him. Harleen. He was way too young to have a kid. Howard had made the wrong choice there. Adoption would have been better for that little girl instead of of.....him. Tony raises his drink to his lips and holds up a Polaroid photo of a small dark-haired six-year-old girl wearing a too big Stark Industries shirt, one of his, her hair in two pigtails as she plays whack a mole, a toy mallet in her hand. Rhodey sits behind her smiling as he tries to get the mallet from her. Tony sets the photo down with a sigh.

"You're thinking about Harleen again" Tony looks to Shea who smiles sadly at him. "You get this look on your face" he wraps an arm around her waist as she stops at his side. She threads her fingers into his hair and lifts the photo up. "She looked like you"

"I guess so" Tony mumbles around his drink.

"I know we've never really talked about what happened...."

"And I don't want to," Tony tells her. Shea sighs and sets the photo back against the computer screen, where it has been living since the Tower was built. He also has another he keeps on the bedside table, of Harleen graduating high school at 14. There are a few more he has hidden, thinking she has no idea he's kept them but she knows that he has a little box in the bottom of his wardrobe filled with photos and baby boots and teddy bears and gymnastic trophies and ribbons that he doesn't want people to know he's kept. Or that some days when he feels bad he'll pull it all out and sits with them. Shea kisses his head and stands up straight.

"Alright, I'm going to bed...." she squeezes his shoulder before walking away.

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Harley rubs her eyes, smudging her make up as she leaves her bathroom before squealing and clapping her hands together, she has a new coffee table. She grabs the note from the top and opens it up. 'I gotcha a table. Love Deadpool' is written in blood across the paper.

"Awwww" she smiles and looks to the table. "Nobody's ever gotten poor Harley a table before"

"Do ya like it?" she glances over her shoulder, Deadpool is leaning at her kitchen counter.

"I love it, Sugah," she tells him moving towards him. "Who'd ya steal it from?" she asks leaning on the opposite side to him. He chuckles and leans forward.

"Hehehe that would be telling" he pokes her nose, she snaps her teeth at his finger. "Oooh"

"I have a question," she asks. Deadpool cocks his head.

"Shoot"

"Is that an offer?" she asks leaning closer. "Can I shoot you?! Oh pretty pretty please can I shoot you?" she bounces on her toes as she talks, her excitement rising. "It's been oh so long since I shot someone!" Deadpool raises an eyebrow under his mask before grabbing a pigtail and pulling her to him, without removing his mask he plants one on her lips before pulling back.

"You can shoot me as much as you want, Pumpkin' Pie" she giggles hysterically.

"Really, Mr. D?! Do you mean it?" Deadpool grabs a gun and sets them on the counter between them. Harley reaches for it, wraps her fingers around the handle. Deadpool covers her hand with his and looks at the pure childlike excitement in her eyes before he smiles to himself and steps back letting go of her hand.

"Hit me, Baby" she giggles and raises the gun.

"Where do ya want the first one?" she asks with a smirk. Deadpool smirks back and taps his chest.

"Right here" she pulls the trigger with a laugh, and then again and again and again.

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Harley sits on her sofa watching the tv picture jump and fuzz with static as Deadpool groans lifting himself off of the ground, he looks down at the healing holes in his torso, arms, legs, he smirks and looks to Harley who spins the gun around her finger.

"You had no idea I was gonna heal...." he points out, Harley tilts her head to the side and smirks at him.

"Nope"

"But you still shot me.....over and over and over......" he looks down at his chest and then whispers. "I think I'm in love"

"Let's go blow something up!" she states standing up and walking towards him, she bends over and smirks down at him. "Whatcha' say, Sugah?" Deadpool smirks and grabs her offered hand, she pulls him up and he looks down at her.

"Hell yeah!" she chuckles and hands his gun over.

"Let me get changed" she turns and starts to walk away, Deadpool sighs dreamily and makes a finger frame around her ass.

"Oh baby I wish you wouldn't....don't cover up that view!" she glances back at him and smirks before disappearing into her bedroom. "Damn...."

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Harley claps and laughs as Deadpool throws another grenade, blowing up a red sports car.

"Another!!" she shouts, Deadpool glances to her and smirks under his hood. Deadpool moves to her and takes her hand, he slaps a grenade into it and pulls the pin. Harley's eyes widen as he smirks and leans forward, she stares up into the white eyeholes of his mask.

"Your turn," he tells her, she smirks as he releases her wrist, she throws the grenade past him and a car explodes. She chuckles as he glances back at the now charred ground. He then looks to the sky as a red and gold streak flies towards them, Iron Man. "Urgh...Party popper incoming" Harley looks around him and groans herself.

"Can I shoot him?" she asks, Deadpool smirks.

"I don't think they like that much," he tells her back, she pouts and jumps up.

"Well....I'm out!" she walks away, Deadpool pouts and grabs her wrist pulling her back to him.

"Awww no....don't go...." she gives him a look and shakes her head.

"Sugah...." she warns. "Let me go" she tugs her hand free and glares at him before walking away.