Cat, now quite pouty at having her plans with Captain America spoiled by Iron Man, came back into the main cabin to find another person to sex up do her job with. Deadpool sat there looking like a wide-eyed (maybe, it was hard to tell with that mask) child in a candy store. Well, if he was looking for candy, who was Black Cat to disappoint? And she didn't know much about this particular hero other than he was one of those former assassins for hire that S.H.I.E.L.D. seemed to be collecting like beanie babies.
Grin firmly back on her face and spirits up once more, she stalked up the isle to him and sat herself down on his lap. With her breasts even with his eyes, she looked down at his face with all the innocence she could muster and held her camera up, "I'm the records officer of this star ship and I'm supposed to interview the participants for their thoughts about the mission prior to docking. Would you care to have that interview now? We could go to one of the private cabins where it's not so crowded if it would make you more comfortable."