"— hard to remote disable, right. You can." He puts it down. "Deadpool, your katanas have the same problem." 

"My web does too, I can't and shouldn't leave it behind but it's a thing to be aware of." 

"Deadpool, if you can give me the guns you're using, I can set them up so Jarvis can remote-disable them."

“...but the katanas are the best part.”

He unhooks the sheaths, reluctantly, and sets them on a seat, patting them gently.

(He then hands over his duffel bag.)

And Asher can hook little machines onto the guns. 

"Can everyone hear me?" says a calm British voice into everyone's earpieces.

“Hopefully!” he says to the disembodied voice speaking in his ear.

"Reminder that evac is on standby and if you have any suspicion that a person is mind-controlled you should call it in. We're doing eyes-on protocols: keep all members of your team within your field of view at all times. If you usually tank damage, dodge as much as you can, anything that hits you might be the vector."

“It’s possible you guys should’ve left me at home.”

He says, both preparing to dodge and knowing full well that it is going to be very, very important for him to be here.

"Got it." He mostly dodges anyway, it won't be a problem. 

To Deadpool: "We need everyone who isn't actually going to turn into a giant green ragemonster when mind-controlled."

“...ooh. Yeah, that’s a factor.”

And they land in Nevada. 

Clint and Natasha flank from the back; the other four will be attacking from the front. 

This is a very serious and important Hitler-rescue mission. Asher does not do any somersaults. 

Okay, one somersault.

"That's adorable! Stop being adorable at work!"

"Never!"

A triple somersault counts as one.

All right, you're cute. Let's go kill some guys.

(He pulls a pistol out of the holster as they approach.)

Burst of gunfire! Dude with a sword!

Asher is, of course, listening to Black Sabbath. 

"Does anyone else think swords are a dumb weapon? I think swords are a dumb weapon."

"I like swords."

And yet he shoots sword guy between the eyes all the same.

"They're good. Easy to dodge," he agrees. Bullets are considerably more annoying to dodge but he's managing fine. 

Against his own advice, Asher is tanking the bullets, because you can't mind-control a supersuit. 

"I feel like this is in fact proving my point that swords are a dumb weapon."

He opens his palm in a stop gesture, aims, and three mooks fall down. 

"Supersuits, however, are great."

"Swords–"

He reaches down and picks the fallen sword off the ground.

Spin, high kick, lop two heads off in one slash.

"–are a great weapon."

Asher is so torn between "I wish my boyfriend would murder fewer people" and "hot."

"They're only great when the people you're fighting," he pins a mook to the wall with web and continues to dodge bullets, "suck at getting out of the way." 

For the sake of his adorable pacifist boyfriend, he refrains from gutting the guy Spidey pinned to the wall.

"Or you're really good at ch–"