"I'll do my best, ma'am," Deadpool said, standing a little taller. She had faith in him. She was expecting him to pull off this hero gig. He couldn't let her down.
Except... oh right. The other thing he was supposed to tell her. Deflating quickly, he steered her over to a bench and sat her down. "So. Yeah. Pep. One other detail I should probably tell you." Taking the other seat on the bench, he frowned and avoided her gaze. Sincerity was not Deadpool's strong suit, but he was determined to give this whole thing his best try. Doing heroic good-guy deeds, dating a good girl.
Al had been very specific: Don't mess this up.
Easy for her to say. Old bat.
Reaching down to his belt, he clicked the holographic disguise projector off. Wade disappeared, and Deadpool was left in his place, the familiar red and black uniform--which Pepper hadn't yet seen--his favorite black swords crossed on his back, now suddenly visible, though Wade had appeared unarmed. "My mechanic, he's real clever," Deadpool explains, casual as anything. "Put together this little trinket for me, makes me look like anyone I want--well, anyone in my database. Click of a button, poof." Normally, he would have demonstrated, clicked through a few of his more comedic disguises, but he doesn't much feel like demonstrating right now. "Voice sounds the same, though. Everything else, too. It just covers visual."
He doesn't look at her. He figures she can put the pieces together, pick up the hint that he doesn't look like Wade.