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Darren groaned as he followed her, concluding that she was now pissed at him. He pulled out his phone as he walked, and scoffed as he discovered the thirty or so obnoxious text messages that Wade had sent him, over half having to do with chimichangas.
 
I led him to the waiting car, a black Chevrolet Camaro. I glance at him before getting into the driver's seat and starting it.
 
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He debated on whether to answer the question truthfully. "To my flat," he answered her, deciding that it couldn't hurt. "I've got some things to take care of."
 
I nodded and pulled out my phone, typing something before setting it on the dashboard and speeding through Washington DC.
 
Darren gave her an incredulous look. "You know where I live?" He asked her, laughing while he said it. "Can't believe SHIELD's keeping tabs on me already..."
 
I nodded, remaining silent. My jaw was clenched as my eyes stayed on the road in front of me, weaving in and out of traffic.
 
"Natasha..." He said softly and looked at her with big blue eyes. "Are you mad at me?"
 
Shit.


Darren winced, he hadn't known she was that mad.


"Can you at least tell me why you're pissed?" He sighed, then seeing her expression added "If it's about the ... thing in the jet, I really was tired."
 
My jaw tightened even more. "I said. Get. Out," I practically growled, gripping the steering wheel. "I will be back in an hour," I muttered.
 
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Darren opened his mouth to protest, but was cut off by another, highly amused voice.


"Oh man, I forgot to bring the popcorn - this is better than Keeping up with the Kardashians. What a way with the ladies Darren..."


Darren groaned and turned to see none other than Wade Wilson standing there with that annoying grin plastered all over his face. His face, which somehow wasn't damaged anymore - Darren made a mental note to ask him about that later.


"Hello Wade," he said, giving him a look. Praying that Natasha and Wade had never met each other, and that Wade remembered that he was undercover, he slowly got out of the car, pulling his backpack out behind him.


"Who's your girlfriend?" Wade asked, looking into the window of the car and wagging his eyebrows goofily. "And if she's not, I am totally tapping that."


Darren groaned again and turned around, expecting his friend to follow him into the building.
 
He unlocked the door and pushed it open, throwing his stuff on the bed and throwing himself down after it, leaving his feet dangling over the edge. Wade ran up after him, still grinning like crazy. "Did you see that? She blew me a kiss!" Darren would have punched him any other day, but he was just too worn down to care. He was just glad that Natasha had no Idea Wade was Deadpool, probably due to the extreme face-lift. "Hey," He sat up, decided to press the topic. "What happened to your - "


"It's funny, actually," He answered thoughtfully, staring at Darren with his sharp brown eyes. "Lost my healing factor, Lost my scars. Why," Wade sent a heated glance his friend's way. "Like what you see cat boy?"


Darren rolled his eyes and grabbed his lap top, ignoring the question as Wade leaned forward to peek over his shoulder. "Oh come on you know I swing both ways, everyone falls for my impeccable charm...but it looks like you've had more luck than me," Wade inquired knowingly.


"Don't, " Darren growled halfheartedly, not wanting to get into this conversation right now, especially with Wade knowing what he had been sent to do to her. Thankfully, wade just shrugged and got up to dissapear into the kitchen.
 
I stopped in front of my favorite cafe—Little Ruth's. I smiled as I parked the Camaro and got out, the memory of my first time there flooding into my mind.


I had hardly known Clint for 48 hours, but I knew for sure that he loved food. Shortly after he spared my life, we were escorted to the States, where I came face-to-face with Nick Fury for the first time. Neither of us were happy to meet. But, he heard Clint out and have me a few weeks to prove myself.


After the meeting with Fury, Clint brought me to Little Ruth's. We sat for three hours, enjoying the cupcakes and coffee while we told each other about our lives. And it was probably the first time I told the truth to someone.


I walked into the cafe and was greeted with the scent of peaches and chocolate. I looked around at the familiar dark wood tables and maroon chairs, the wood walls and fairy lights strung everywhere.


"Natasha?" I heard a small voice say. I looked towards the counter to see Ruth herself. She was the owner and creator of Little Ruth's and she was the reason why it was named so. She was barely 4'11", and she was well into her 70's. I smiled softly.


"Hello, Ruth," I said, approaching the counter. "Surprise me."
 
Darren poked at his pancakes, enjoying the smell more than the taste. There was no way he could eat right now, let alone the stack of twenty that wade had shoved at him. He sighed and rested his head in his hands. "I am so dead."


Wade looked at him from across the table and snickered. "Nah buddy, I've had way moe girls mad at me, and I'm still here," he commented, throwing a bit of pancake at Darren to get his attention, who smacked it away. "Yeah, after being decapitated several times," he replied, pushing his chair back and getting up. He walked back to his room, and sat at his desk, pulling out a picture frame. After staring at it for a few minutes, he tossed it back into the desk face down, aggravated, and suddenly stood back up. "Wade," He called, putting his Jacket back on. "I'll be back in a bit. If Nat comes by, tell her I'll get back to base on my own." With that, he walked out the door and down to the garage, where he had last parked his bike. He inspected it, making sure Wade hadn't his a whoopee cushion under it somewhere, before getting on and revving the engine, and taking off.
 
After talking to Ruth for a while and enjoying a peach cupcake, I left for Darren's. I had bought him a chocolate cupcake, which sat in the passenger seat.


Once I pulled up in front o his flat, I let out an exasperated sigh. I had been a b*tch to him earlier, but I couldn't help it. 'Tired, my ass,' said a voice in the back of my head. I took another deep breath before grabbing the cupcake, exiting the car, and walking up to his front door. I knocked softly.
 
Wade hissed as he burned his finger making a second batch of pancakes, already severely missing his healing factor. Sucking on his index finger, he sauntered to the door and opened it. When he saw was he fanned himself mockingly. "Call 911, cause it is HOT in HERE!"
 
I raised an eyebrow. "Is Darren here?" The man, a friend of Darren's no doubt, was actually kind of attractive despite his obnoxiousness.
 
Of course, Wade misinterpreted the whole situation. "Normally i would totally be up for a threesome - or should I say down - but He actually seems to like you. " He thought for a moment more. "And no, he's not here. He didn't even finish my pancakes..." Wade pouted, and went back to sucking on his finger.
 
Wade stood there, enjoying the awkward science, before gesturing behind himself. "Want some flapjacks?"
 
Wade was seriously considering stealing the cupcake she held In her hand, before the roar of a motorcycle sounded in the distance, getting louder as Darren sped toward them, skidding to a stop right in front of them. " Show off," Wade muttered before going back inside and shutting the door behind him. Darren took off his helmet and leveled Natasha with a steely gaze, ready for a round of angry rambling.
 

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