Deadpool considered Iron Fist's words carefully, or at least as carefully as Deadpool could possibly consider what anyone else was saying (especially since other people had to contend with the little yellow boxes, naturally).
And it wasn't like Chef Wu couldn't be killed another day. His client had given him a whole week! And hey, Deadpool might be mentally unbalanced, but he always got his mark.
He raised his hand in the air like an elementary school child trying to get the teacher's attention, bouncing and waving his arm around. "Ooooh! Oooh! Oooh! Pick me! Pick me! Team-up!!! And, just so you know, I look awesome with gold chains! I can totally rock the Mr. T look! Also, between you and me, I think we totally have a vibe going on here. You're clearly the straight man in this comedic duo and I, of course, bring the hilarity."
Deadpool held out his hand to his new partner. The crazed mercenary was now grinning ear to ear and was clearly distracted from his original task. "The new Heroes for Hire, amirite?"