The only possible "honey" in the "home" to which Deadpool could have been referring to were the Scarlet Witch or a very nervous little man with glasses and a S.H.I.E.L.D. badge who was apparently- and rather conveniently given the alien hostage- some kind of scientist Fury dragged along on the mission. Where everyone else had disappeared to was a mystery, though the base had slowly been widening to include other rooms in the habitation deck and of course no one was listening to Fury at all and everyone seemed to have gone off on their own. At the moment the General was heading a raiding party and Wanda had opted to stay behind as a base guard. She was currently incredibly bored and Deadpool proved a welcome distraction from the lackluster conversation afforded by the scientist.
Wanda glanced up at him as he entered and raised her eyebrows at his rather disgusting cargo. He'd been on the shuttle but she hadn't spoken to him. If memory served her correctly, the roster list for the mission had given his codename as Deadpool. Without missing a beat, Wanda slid from the table where she'd been sitting and strolled over to him, gracefully sidestepping the alien carcass as she answered, "Oh, dearest, a present? How sweet! What should we name it?"