"No one ever gave me a pager," Deadpool insisted, but he pulled out his phone to check the incoming calls list. SHIELD, SHIELD, SHIELD, SHIELD... "Oh. You guys did call a lot, huh. Is that what the automated voice was? I thought it was a telemarketer. A really, really determined telemarketer."
Throwing himself to his knees and pleading, Deadpool's voice sounded like he was bawling, behind the red and black mask. "You've gotta give me another chance, man! My teleporter was on the fritz, you can ask my mechanic. I couldn't have gotten here even if I'd known!"