Oh goody! You're back! And sure I'm glad you guys are back too, but I was talking about the, Tall, lanky and handsome guy!
"Deadpool, be serious about this, we really need the name of your boss."
"Um, I'll give it to you, if you um... I don't know get me out of jail." I proposed.
"You know I can't do that Deadpool." He sighed.
"Then how about something more risque?" I winked squeesing my chest together and moving them back and forth.
He shuddered in what I can only guess is disgust. Ahem, "I'm married." He spoke with a blush forming in his cheeks.
"No you're not." I fluttered my eyelashes continuesly.
"And what makes you think that?" Peter Parker asked becoming more uncomfortable by the minute.
"Your neck isn't marked, Parker, that means you're free for the taking."
"Okay, end of conversation." He stood up to leave.
"See you! Call me!" I called out to him, waving hands about. "He'll come back."
"And if he doesn't... He'll come back me! I assure you!"