"That must have some nice perks," Deadpool commented, impressed. "Personal Assistant to a billionaire, huh? I'd take that job. Well, if the perks were all good ones." If Deadpool had a personal assistant this pretty, he'd be taking full advantage of the "perks." If Mr. Stark wasn't, either there was something wrong with him (erectile dysfunction? gay? morally upright and monogamous?), or, well... Deadpool didn't like to think about the alternative. He was a jealous man, and when it came down to competing over a woman, he had a track record of losing.