"Who, me?" Deadpool asked. Somehow, he didn't know how, but the moment had passed, and he could be himself again, no longer worrying about the emotional conflicts. "He's a fan. Got good taste in superheroes, kid does. Boy, girl? I couldn't tell."
Still confused, Deadpool reached up to his face, rubbing his jaw and thinking of the marred skin under the mask. Pepper didn't seem to care. Would she still not care, if she saw his face? He didn't say anything about it, walking her back to her office.