Honey, I'm going to outer space.
Characters: Deadpool, Pepper Setting: Central Park Content: Deadpool's usual antics, nothing too drastic. Summary: Deadpool figures he should 'fess up before leaving for Outer Space.
Having gone on no less than three whole dates with Pepper, a normal, decent girl of upstanding moral character, Deadpool was still amazed that he hadn't Screwed Things Up and gotten Dumped--at least not yet. However, he figured that he should probably tell her about his planned mission to Outer Space, so that she wouldn't miss him too much. And while he was at it, he might as well inform her about the Truth Regarding Deadpool's Physical Appearance. It seemed like good timing. This way she'd have a few days to cool off if she were to feel compelled to yell or dump him.
And so, since Deadpool was actually pretty decent at making puppy-sweet romantic gestures, he took her to Central Park and bought her ice cream.
"So, um, Pep. Schnookums." Deadpool scratched at his head, not exactly at a loss for words (he never was), but more at a loss for how to phrase things without sounding like a total jerkwad. "I wanted to tell you about a couple of insignificant little details that I may have failed to mention. Like Space. The Boss is making me go to Outer Space in order to save humanity, yadda yadda, heroic duty and all that. I'll bring you back a moon rock as a souvenir, if you want."