She kissed his cheek! Obviously this meant he had a good chance at getting into her panties. She was almost in bed already. And she liked daisies. Decent girls liked daisies. Decent girls usually didn't date Deadpool, but he could be on his best behavior. How hard could it be?
Heading out of the building, Deadpool switched off the hologram, so that he was back in the red and black that he was accustomed to wearing. He didn't like going around as Wade for too long. It felt like a lie, and what's the use of moping over something he'd lost? Now his looks matched the soul inside. That was only fair. Still, he couldn't help but think that his date might object if she found out that the handsome pretty boy cover was just a hologram. Torn with indecision, he called the only person he knew who would put up with him who would be able to give him advice. His friend and prisoner: Blind Al.
He didn't like what he heard. According to Al, decent girls wouldn't put out for months. MONTHS! But she said that semi-decent girls would put out after four dates and Deadpool figured he could squeeze four dates into a week, so that wasn't so bad. "Don't tell her the truth until she's willing to stick around, but tell her the truth before getting her into bed. Don't scare her off. Okay. I think I can remember all that."
Pouting his lips and staring up at the sky, Deadpool sighed. Dating normal girls was tough. At least she already knew about the superhero gig, so that part wasn't a surprise. And maybe Al was wrong (she was OLD, after all, and who knew what kind of silly antiquated ideas she had about relationships, why had Deadpool asked her anyway?), so that Pepper would put out after three dates.
Promptly at six, neatly hologrammed-up in a suit and tie, Deadpool loitered outside Stark Tower, with a bouquet of a dozen daisies.