Deadpool had a new job. A new job! He was absolutely proud of himself, and never mind the strict probationary measures or the suggestions that he behave, at least for a few weeks. He had a bona-fide job at a legitimate superhero corporation. Not only was he on his way up, he was going to prove the world that Wade Wilson was a Hero. Capital H on that one.
After all, everyone knew it was the Heroes who got all the good chicks.
Strolling around the headquarters of his new employers, he'd bowed to etiquette and switched on his holographic disguise doohickey. As much as he would enjoy strolling around the headquarters as a six-year-old girl, he figured that of all his disguises, the one that would make the fewest people stop him and question his credentials was actually... Wade Wilson. His old face, and sure, he felt a little nostalgic wearing it. Plus it was great for picking up women. Deadpool had priorities after all. (Bonus points that this way fewer people would notice that he was actually heavily armed.)
Jauntily striding along, Deadpool got distracted by checking out the ass of a passing female super hero, and crashed directly into another passing female, this one carrying a stack of files. The files fell, scattering everywhere. "Hey! Watch where you're--" Deadpool's tone changed mid-sentence, as he took in red hair, freckles, long legs, and plenty of curves. Plenty of curves. "Hi, beautiful. What's your superpower?"
Fortunately, hitting on women compounded with his recent determination to succeed at the whole hero gig this time helped him remember the scrap of decent, gentlemanly behavior buried deep in his soul, and he helped her pick up the scattered papers. "Sorry about that. I was distracted by... Hero business." (He hoped she could hear the capital H. Very Important Hero here. Yep. It's true.)