Cleaver shrugged when he looked at the gloop of Deadpool. "Well, theres someone I didn't really want to see. A maniac who works more for money rather than anything else. If it was say Wolverine I'd offer to help him out. See if there wasn't some way I could help out his healing factor however with Deadpool I am not so sure. Also remember that Deadpools healing factor was made out of a bottle from Wolverine by corrupt politicians and his mind pretty much went byebye. So I'm not sure how much faith you should put in him." He looked around the room checking on all the exits and such. Then he leaned against a wall after figuring it out where they all were to find his way out if necessary. 

He looked around the room at everyone looking at Deadpool in awe. "Yes, let us all put our faith hope and dreams in the hands of a mercenary who worked against the likes of the Avengers as many times as he actually helped them."