It had been all day since Bradley had seen Wade, who had gone off behind Hawkeye and Snake Eyes, practically swooning at the ninja's feet. Bradley had stared after him in awe. He could be so normal one moment, and the next be so deranged. She wondered if he had been like that his entire life. Maybe he'd been through something that messed him up.

She tried to think of different scenarios in her head as she ran on the treadmill aboard the helicarrier. Radioactive slop?

"Hey girl."

Bradley looked to her right to find Natasha Romanoff standing with a hand on her hip. Bradley took her earphones out and smiled, "Hey."

"Hawkeye is pretty distressed." Natasha said, grinning, "I told him to man up."

"Distressed?"

"Wade." Natasha rolled her eyes, "Apparently the guy loves Snake Eyes. He won't shut up."

"Yeah, well, he can feel my pain." Bradley said, not slowing her pace on the treadmill, "What's up? I know you didn't come here to talk about Hawkeye and Wade."

"I was wondering if you wanted to go out and get a few drinks tonight." Natasha said, "It'd be a good stress reliever with the whole Deadpool situation."

Bradley thought about it. She wasn't really a person that favored going out at night, usually preferring to stay in and binge watch Doctor Who or Sherlock on Netflix. The only reason she did go out at night was to keep Natasha happy. Finally she sighed at the sight of Natasha's pleading eyes and said, "Sure, I could use a couple drinks."

"Great!" Natasha smiled, "I'll pick you up at eight."

"Sounds perfect." Bradley said, returning her smile.

"Awesome! Now I have to go make sure Nova doesn't get his head stuck in a bucket. Long story, don't ask." Natasha rolled her eyes and was off, out the door in a flash.

Bradley put her headphones back in and continued her run. When she was finished, she gathered up her things and headed to the 'lobby' to be brought down to the ground. When she arrived, she found Wade wasn't there. Frowning, she looked around the room to make sure he wasn't planning on surprising her, but didn't see anyone in sight. She rounded the corner to the front desk where a short agent with perfectly positioned hair piled on top of her head. She smiled as Bradley approached the desk and said, "How may I help you?"

"Have you seen Wade around here?" Bradley asked.

"From the cameo department? I think he's on vacation actually." The agent said.

"No, Wade Wilson. Deadpool?" Bradley said, "You know, wears black and red spandex. Has two swords named Betty and Lawrence?"

She shook her head, "Um, no sorry Agent Sleven he left an hour ago."

"What?" Bradley asked angrily, mostly out of surprise, "What do you mean an hour ago?"

"That's what my records show."

"Get me Director Fury on the phone." Bradley demanded. The agent looked like she was ready to decline, but thought better of it at Bradley's glare. She quickly dialed the phone and asked for Fury. When he answered she said, "Um, yes, I have a Bradley Sleven here asking for you?" Fury said something and she handed the phone over. Bradley took it and said, "He's gone."

"Yes I know." Fury said, "He's out doing what I asked him to do. You can expect to see him later this evening."

Bradley let out a breath of relief, "Well a little heads up next time would be great!"

"Sorry Sleven." Fury said, and the line disconnected.

She blinked, "Does no one say goodbye anymore?" She handed the agent the phone back and thanked her, before being brought down to land. She paid her usual taxi driver, and he drove her to her apartment. She was walking across the street when Fred's Chimichangas caught her eye. For a moment she actually considered going in, but wrinkled her nose and entered her apartment building.

By the time she showered and fixed herself up, it was almost eight. She slipped into a sleek, form fitting shorter black dress. Natasha always dressed to the nines when they went out, so Bradley felt obligated to. She didn't know why, the guys they met usually couldn't tear their eyes off of Natasha long enough to even realize Bradley was there.

There was a knock at the door and the familiar, "Let's go!" sounded. Bradley smiled, grabbing her small black purse and keys, locking the apartment door behind her after she left. She and Natasha walked arm in arm down the street, which was crowding with the bar crowd. People laughed and stumbled down the street, walking by them obliviously.

They entered a club called the Blue Bird, which was bumping with loud music and a sea of dancing, bobbing people. "Let's get a drink!" Natasha shouted over the music. Bradley opened her purse to grab some cash and groaned, "Shit, Nat I forgot my cash!"

Natasha wrinkled her nose, "So? When there's guys around and you're dressed like we are...you don't need cash."

"I couldn't let them pay for my drinks, they're expensive." Bradley said.

"For once could you lighten up?" Natasha said, moving towards the bar, "They're guys, the only reason they're here is to buy you a drink and try to get in your pants."

"Great." Bradley muttered.

She sat down next to Natasha, who ordered two dry Martinis, "First one's on me." she said, winking. Bradley was about to say thank you, when a dark haired man too handsome for his own good sat down next to her, striking up a conversation. Bradley took the martini from the bartender and sat there listening to the music. After a while, Natasha got up with the man and they set off for the dance floor, leaving her alone.

She sat there for ten minutes, long after finishing her martini, and was about to leave when someone slipped into the seat next to her. She was about to say something snarky to Natasha, when she found it was a man sitting next to her. An actual man. And he was cute!

He looked at her out of the corner of his eye and smiled, "Friend ditch you?"

"Is it obvious?" She asked.

He laughed, "Nah, I just took a guess. Need a drink?"

"Uh, sure." Bradley said, remembering what Natasha said, "Dry martini."

"My name is Cage." He said, smiling. There was something off about his smile though, like he was in pain. He twitched once, like he was having a muscle spasm and said, "And you are..."

"Bradley." She smiled.

"You have a beautiful smile." Cage said.

"Thank you." She muttered, not knowing what to say.

His dark eyes ran up and down her body as she turned towards the bar. He ran a hand through his messy brown hair, and his sharp jaw covered in stubble clenched, "You want to get some air?"

Bradley set her martini down, "Sure, it's really hot in here." She followed after him, grateful for the chance to get a breath of fresh air. The club reeked of sweat and cigarets.

Once outside, she sighed in relief, saying, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, I don't really like crowded places when I do this. I prefer the quiet." He said.

Bradley frowned, looking at him in confusion, "What do you mean?"

He suddenly blinked, and his hands shot out, clutching onto her. His eyes were frantic and his face etched in terror. He visibly struggled to speak, trying to tell her something but the words wouldn't come. An icy fear took hold of her, one she'd never felt before. She tried to tear herself from his grip, but it was like iron.

"Listen, let me get my friend, she can help you with whatever's going on." Bradley said, turning to try and get back inside.

He tugged her back around to look straight into her eyes, "Run." He whispered, and let go of her arms. He stumbled backwards, grabbing his head, and started screaming. Bradley watched in horror, knowing she should find Natasha, but it was like her feet were frozen in place.

Cage doubled over, and suddenly something started emanating from his body. A smokey, liquid-like substance floated up into the air, and gradually became solid in front of her eyes. A face stared at her, red with white eyes, it's freakishly large mouth twisting into a savage grin. It detached itself from Cage, who fell, unmoving, to the ground. The thing stepped toward her, reaching out to her with long, twisted fingers. A tongue flicked out of its mouth, licking the air, "Ah yes," it hissed, "I've finally found you."

Suddenly Bradley found the will to move, and she twisted to run to the club door. The thing suddenly was in front of her, moving so fast she didn't even see it. She gasped, skidding to a halt and twisted around to try and run the other way. She kept running and heard the thing laugh behind her, "You can run, but you'll never hide from me, Bradley." It said her name like a predator snarled at its prey.

She reached down at her side for her purse where she kept her Beretta, but it wasn't there. She remembered clumsily leaving it in the bar. Cursing herself, she rounded a corner, but found it was a dead end, in which she cursed New York for creating dead end streets.

Turning around to try and make a break for it, she found the thing had already cornered her. "What do you want?" She demanded.

Its tongue flicked through the air as it closed in on her, "You."

"Why?" Her eyes scanned the surrounding area for an escape route, but only found a fire escape, in which whatever the thing was would be on her in a flash. She could only hope Natasha would realize she was gone and think to look for her.

"An esteemed associate of mine would like a word with you." It said, its words dripping with venom.

"Then why doesn't your associate meet me himself without using you as a tool?" She asked, swallowing the fear out of her voice.

"You really wouldn't appreciate him." It said.

"What's your name?"

"It is not your concern." The thing said, and lunged for her. She shrunk down, covering her head with her arms.

"Oh no you don't!"

Her eyes snapped open and she looked up to find Wade swoop down from a rooftop and land on the thing's back. He covered the thing's eyes and rode around on its shoulders as it tried to throw him off.

"Wilson!" It screeched.

"Oh you remember me! I wasn't sure if you would." Wade kicked his feet up onto its shoulders and back flipped off of it, landing next to Bradley, "Sup."

"Wade?" She asked incredulously.

"The one and only."

The thing snarled, looking between the two and said, "You can't protect her forever, Wilson. I will find her."

"I like a good game of hide and seek." Wade shrugged.

The thing took one last glance at them, then launched itself onto the rooftop with a gut wrenching wail.

Bradley turned to Wade, letting all of the pent-up fear out, "What was that thing?"

"Carnage, the symbiote." Wade said, staring off after it.

"Symbiote?" Bradley exclaimed, "What does it want with me?"

"Not it, its associate."

"What?"

"It said its associate wanted you, not it, per say." Wade said, then cocked his head, "Are you alright, you're shaking like a leaf."

"I almost just got killed!"

"Kidnapped, actually." Wade said, holding up a finger.

"I've never actually been targeted before." She said, "I mean, I've shot at things, but I've never really killed anyone before. No one's ever come after me."

"Your life must be really boring."

"This isn't a joke, Wade!" Bradley said, rubbing her bare arms to warm them from the cold.

"I'm sorry." He said, and truly sounded like he meant it, "You should tell Nick first thing tomorrow."

"How did you know I was here?" She asked, watching him as he knelt down to where Carnage had been standing.

"I've been tracking Carnage for a while now." Wade said, "I let him get away once, and now I'm trying to correct that mistake."

"That's the job Fury has you here for?" Bradley asked. She noticed he sounded completely normal, like she was actually holding a normal conversation with him. Maybe when he was in the heat of the moment, he was at his most normal.

Wade nodded, "I'd lost his scent for a couple of months when Fury got word from someone that Carnage may be in town. I came as soon as I heard."

The wind blew, making her shiver. Wade stood and turned his face toward her, "Natasha told me to tell you she went home. She looked pretty angry and said something about all guys being the same."

Bradley rolled her eyes, momentarily forgetting the situation, "It's the same thing every night. And you were at the club?"

"Isn't she with Hawkeye?" He asked, "And yes, I came because I felt like there was trouble in this part of the town."

"They're not saying that they're in a relationship because they're colleagues." Bradley said, "But everyone knows so I don't see what the point is."

"That's complicated." Wade muttered.

Bradley shook her head, "Great, now I have to call a cab."

"Why?"

"I'm not walking home by myself!"

Wade sighed, "Well, since one in every thousand cab driver is a murderer, I feel obligated to walk you home. Especially since we're roomies."

"Then let's go home, roomy, it's been a rough night." Bradley said, taking his arm.

"Do you still have those cheesy puffs?"

"Yeah."

"Do you think...maybe I could...have some?"

"I suppose I can allow that." Bradley said, shooting him a smile, "Only if you'll watch Doctor Who with me."

"Only if you think David Tennant is the one and only Doctor."

"Where have you been all my life?" Bradley asked, grinning, "And Rose Tyler is the only woman for the Doctor."

"Yes." Wade said, slumping his shoulders, "I cried myself to sleep after she got trapped in the parallel universe!"

"Finally, someone who understands." Bradley said, and before no time they were at the apartment, still in a compelling conversation about Doctor Who.

When they got inside, Wade stopped Bradley in the doorway. She could tell the light mood about him had changed to seriousness in two seconds flat. His body was rigid and his muscles were coiled under his suit, ready to attack if need be.

"What is it?" She whispered, holding up a bat behind him.

He turned around and did a double take, "Where'd you get the bat?"

"I always keep one behind my door."

"Something's not right, stay here." He said, stepping forward. She crept with him, but he stopped, making her run into him, "Ouch!"

"I said stay here!" He exclaimed.

"It's my apartment!"

"Yeah, well, we see how well you handled Carnage before." Wade muttered.

"I was unarmed!" She argued, "Wait, before? He's here?"

"I don't know yet, so stay. Here." He grabbed her shoulders and put her in the spot he wanted her to stay in. She sighed and rolled her eyes, watching him creep into the apartment. She bit her lip and tip toed across the floor and followed him in the living room.

He glanced behind him and threw up his hands, but didn't say a word. They were in the living room, Wade with a sword drawn and brass knuckles clenched in the other hand, Bradley with her bat. She eyed a knife in his belt and swiped it out of its sheath. He immediately turned around and took the knife out of her hand, putting it back into its spot. He cocked his head, and she imagined he had a glare. "What?" she mouthed.

They continued through the apartment, when Bradley stepped on something soft, and a shrill wail pierced the apartment. Bradley jumped and wrapped her arms around Wade's waist, holding out the bat in front of him. Wade flipped on the light, and a black cat slinked itself around the corner, rubbing its back on the wall. Wade looked down at her, and she could almost feel the glare of stupidity she was receiving. She grinned apologetically and unwrapped herself from around him, "He comes from the neighbor's house because he doesn't like them." she whispered.

She and Wade cleared the apartment, finding not a trace of anyone being there. Everything was still where she had put it, and nothing was out of place. Wade scratched his head, "Weird. My Deady-sense usually isn't wrong."

"Deady-sense?"

"Yeah, like Spidey-sense only cooler."

"Well, looks like this time you're wrong." She said, twirling her bat. Wade looked past her and crossed his arms, "Or not."

She turned around and saw a folded piece of paper sitting on her bookshelf with her name scribbled on it. She looked at him, and then opened the paper.

I'll be seeing you soon, Bradley.

"Who are you?" She asked to no one in particular.

Wade, who was standing centimeters behind her, snatched the note out of her hand. He sniffed it, rolled up his mask, and licked it, "Definitely doesn't taste very good, but..."

"But what?"

"It's good paper. Fancy paper." He said.

"Which means?"

"Whoever wants you is rich." Wade shrugged.

"And that helps us how? Half of New York is rich." Bradley said, crossing her arms.

"No, no. This paper is really rare, like...you have to order it." Wade said, "It only comes from one place."

"How can paper be rare?"

"It's made out of some secret stuff that only the paper-makers know." Wade shrugged, "I'm not a paper-maker so I don't know what they put in it, so don't ask."

"Sounds like a scam to me." Bradley muttered, "How do you know what kind of paper it is by licking it? How do you even know it's rare paper?"

"A merc never shares his secrets." Wade said, "But I may or may not have been very into origami."

Bradley humphed and strode to the couch, where she flopped onto her back, "I'm exhausted."

"Does that mean we're not watching Doctor Who?"

"What would some rich guy want with me anyway?" Bradley asked.

"Cause I really wanted to watch Doctor Who."

"I don't even know any rich people!"

"David Tennant's hair is calling my name."

"Can you focus for two seconds?" Bradley groaned.

"But," Wade whispered, "his hair is magical."

Bradley snapped her fingers in his face, "Hey! Rich people. Rare paper. What do they have in common?"

Wade put a finger to his chin, thought for a moment, then snapped his fingers, "I got it!"

"What?" Bradley asked, sitting up on the couch.

"They're really into origami." Wade said.

"I can't believe I even asked you." Bradley muttered.

"Well," Wade said, scooting Bradley over on the couch to plop down next to her, "we'll talk to Nick tomorrow. He'll know what to do about it. As for now, we watch Doctor Who."

Bradley rolled her eyes and handed him the remote, "Here, put on Netflix. I'm going to change into something comfortable."

"I'll start without you." He warned.

"I'll be fast." She shot back as she left to enter her bedroom. She sat down on her bed and sighed, trying to process everything that had happened. She had almost been kidnapped by a symbiote. A symbiote! If Wade hadn't shown up, she didn't know where she would be that night. She realized she hadn't even gone back to see if Cage was alright, if Cage was really even his name.

She thought about telling Wade to go back and see if he was alright, but she didn't want to be alone. She may be an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., but when she alone was the target, it was nerve-racking. Wade was the one who had saved her life, and she knew he could do it again.

Wade.

He had been completely normal that night. Of course he had a few crackpot things to say, but who didn't? She actually had gotten along with him that night, and if he kept this attitude up, she wouldn't mind him staying the rest of the week. She thought she was even beginning to like him.

"The Cybermen are back!" Wade cried from the living room, making Bradley smile. She quickly wiggled out of her dress and jumped into a pair of baggy grey sweatpants she had stolen from her male neighbor's laundry basket in the laundry room, and slipped a black tank top on over her head.

When she came back out into the living room, Wade had his feet propped up on the coffee table, his mask pulled up over his nose so he could eat cheesy puffs, and the black cat was curled up on his lap. Wade stuffed a handful of cheesy puffs into his mouth and said, "This is a good episode."

She sat down next to him, taking a handful of cheesy puffs. They sat on the couch for the rest of the night, watching Doctor Who and talking about different places Wade had been. He pointed out all the places in the episodes and told the story that went with them. Bradley listened curiously, and found that he wasn't such a bad guy. He was annoying, sure, but interesting, and Bradley found herself listening to his stories until finally she was able to fall into a peaceful sleep.

Eeeeeh, sorry for the wait guys! With college coming to a close and finals week getting closer I didn't really have the time to get anymore chapters in. But college is done now, finals week is over, and I passed all my classes! So with that being said, I'll be pretty busy with work and whatnot, but I'll try my hardest to get more chapters up, because I have big ideas that I'm really excited about for this story!

Also, I'm finally going to go see Godzilla tomorrow! When I was little the 1998 Godzilla blew my mind because at the time I loved dinosaurs. I realize now that that version of Godzilla sucked, but I still like it as a movie. Anyhoo, has anyone seen it yet? If you have leave your opinion, and please NO SPOILERS!