"How long are you all going to chat? Do you need me to prepare afternoon tea for you?" Whiplash sneered, watching the three of them flirt while he was left out.

"Really? That sounds great, I'll take mine with extra sugar," Deadpool replied, never one to miss a beat, looking expectantly at Whiplash.

"Your tech is impressive, but the cycle per second is a bit low." Tony's smile faded as he put his hands in his pockets and slowly approached Whiplash.

He then launched into a technical analysis, voicing his doubts. "You seem to know some underworld friends. Why not find a way to sell this technology? You'd make a fortune."