Cosmic Wade Wilson-Spacepool in the MCU

Deadpool rocketed through the void, slicing through the nothingness of space with all the grace of a guy who just learned how to rollerblade.

"Okay, so I'm a cosmic assassin now. Cool, cool. Totally normal Tuesday."

He tilted his head, feeling the strange, weightless power coursing through him. The new body felt… unnatural. Strong. Powerful. And way too damn tall.

"Seriously, did Surfer guy have to be this freakishly long? I feel like a human baguette in a chrome wrapper."

His reflection in the swords confirmed his suspicions—yep, still looking like a futuristic car hood ornament.

But something was bugging him.

Who the hell were the Kree?

Deadpool squinted into the void, trying to dig through his memories. Somewhere in this shiny new brain were all the experiences of the former Surfer. He just needed to find the right file.

"Alright, let's see... brain search: 'Kree.'"

And suddenly—BAM.

Flashes of memory.

A thousand blue-skinned warriors, battle cries echoing through war-torn worlds. Towering spaceships blotting out the stars. Energy hammers crushing skulls like watermelons.

And the Accusers…

The enforcers of the Kree Empire. Ruthless. Fanatical. More interested in destruction than justice.

Deadpool shuddered.

"Yikes. These guys sound like the space version of politicians."

But then, another realization hit him.

"Wait. Was any of this in the X-Men movies?"

He dug deeper into his personal memories—the ones from before he got body-snatched into this whole intergalactic mess.

Did he ever watch anything with Kree?

…Nope.

"Just mutants, Wolverine screaming a lot, and me looking fabulous in red. Damn, I really should've watched more sci-fi."

The Ghost's voice suddenly echoed in his head.

"Your knowledge is… incomplete."

Deadpool jumped.

"Jesus, dude, warn a guy before you do the spooky telepathic thing!"

"You asked about the Kree. I was their enemy once. Many times."

"Cool, cool. And let me guess, you lost?"

A pause.

"…I spared him."

Deadpool blinked.

"Wait. What?"

"The Kree Accuser I faced long ago… he fought with honor. I could have destroyed him, but I chose not to. He earned the right to live."

Deadpool whistled.

"Damn. Noble and shiny. You really were a whole mood, weren't you?"

No response.

Deadpool smirked.

"Yeeep, that's a yes."

The target was finally in view—a massive space station orbiting a barren, dusty planet. It wasn't a bustling city-sized mothership like the fancy Kree war fleets. This was an outpost.

Strategic. Isolated. Probably had a few hundred Kree soldiers and some big bad in charge.

"A starter mission? What, does Big G think I need a tutorial level?"

The Ghost's voice was unimpressed.

"This station is well-armed. You should not underestimate them."

Deadpool cracked his knuckles, tiny sparks of cosmic energy flickering around his fingertips.

"Buddy, I just learned I can shoot finger guns that melt planets. I think I'll be fine."

The station loomed closer, its sleek blue walls gleaming under the distant light of a dying sun.

Deadpool hovered in the void, watching, waiting.

His first real fight in this new body was about to begin.

And for once… he was actually quiet.

For now.

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Deadpool descended through the planet's atmosphere, the heat of entry flickering harmlessly off his silver skin. He had barely listened to a word Ghost had been saying the entire trip. Something about tactics, planning, understanding the enemy? Yeah, yeah. All of that sounded like homework.

Instead, he had focused on more important things.

Like adding a cape.

It billowed behind him majestically as he floated down toward the Kree outpost, silver and flowing like liquid moonlight.

"Alright, Ghosty, how we feelin' about the look? Be honest."

"The cape serves no functional purpose," the Ghost muttered.

"Pfft. Function is for nerds. This is about drama."

"You should be preparing a strategy, not… accessorizing."

Deadpool scoffed. "And you should be a little more supportive of my aesthetic choices, Harold."

"I told you my name is not—"

Too late. Deadpool was already addressing the Kree below.

He hovered just above the surface, arms spread wide, cape flowing perfectly in the windless void. Kree soldiers and miners had stopped their work, looking up at the glowing silver figure descending from the sky like some kind of celestial deity.

Deadpool grinned under his mask.

"BEHOLD, PUNY MORTALS! I AM YOUR GOD!"

The Kree all exchanged looks. A few of them raised their weapons.

Deadpool's grin twitched.

"Okay, okay, tough crowd, I get it. You don't just believe any old shiny dude who floats down from the heavens and declares himself divine. That's fair. But check this out."

He extended his arm and pointed at a nearby floating asteroid—a small one, about the size of a bus.

And then…

PEW!

A single cosmic energy bolt shot from his fingertip, obliterating the rock into glittering space dust.

The gathered Kree flinched, murmuring amongst themselves. Some of the miners even dropped to their knees, looking properly convinced.

Deadpool smirked.

"Yeahhh, that's right. Worship your new Space Daddy."

But then—

A scoff.

Deadpool turned.

A Kree commander stood at the edge of the crowd, tall and broad-shouldered in his battle armor, his face carved with disdain.

The commander slowly raised his blaster, aiming at a much larger asteroid further away.

BOOM!

A massive explosion rocked the sky, ten times bigger than Deadpool's. The asteroid wasn't just destroyed—it was reduced to nothingness.

The Kree soldiers cheered. The miners, who had almost been convinced, immediately snapped back to their feet, sneering at Deadpool.

Deadpool's hands slowly lowered.

"Oh."

The commander smirked.

"You don't seem that divine."

Deadpool clenched his fists, a tiny flicker of frustration rising in his chest. He had just been shown up.

By a guy with a gun.

Ghost, of course, had thoughts.

"You see? You should have listened. These are warriors, not simple-minded worshippers. If you had planned properly—"

"Yeah, yeah, I get it."

The commander stepped forward, weapon still raised.

"You are no god," he said. "You are nothing."

Deadpool sighed.

"Well… I was gonna just talk it out. Maybe set up a nice little cult. But now…"

He cracked his neck, cosmic energy crackling around his fingers.

"Now, I guess I actually have to kick some ass."

The commander fired first.

Deadpool dodged on instinct, but the blast grazed his cape, instantly vaporizing it.

He stared at the empty space where his majestic fabric once flowed.

A long, silent pause.

Then—

"YOU DID NOT JUST KILL MY CAPE!"

Deadpool rocketed forward, fists glowing with cosmic light.

The fight erupted instantly, Kree soldiers swarming in from all directions, blasters lighting up the battlefield. Deadpool weaved through the chaos, his movements instinctual, his power flowing in ways he didn't even fully understand yet.

A soldier swung at him—he twisted midair, kicking the guy into another.

Another fired—Deadpool flicked his wrist, bending the energy shot around him like it was nothing.

"Holy crap," he muttered. "I'm so cool."

The commander rushed in, swinging a crackling energy baton. Deadpool barely managed to block it with his forearm, feeling the force rattle through him.

The Kree was strong.

Stronger than him?

He doesn't know.

But as Deadpool fought, something changed.

His movements got sharper. Faster.

His instincts adapted.

Every hit made him better.

Every move felt right.

The commander gritted his teeth, frustration clear. "This battle is already decided."

Deadpool grinned. "yea sure.."

And then—

He blasted the commander point-blank with a charged-up finger gun to the chest, sending the Kree flying backward into a stack of metal crates.

Silence.

The remaining soldiers hesitated, looking at each other.

Deadpool cracked his knuckles.

"Anyone else?"

And that's when the distress signal was sent.

A warning to their real leader.

And Deadpool?

Deadpool didn't even know what was coming.

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The ground trembled. The air grew heavy. A wave of silence swept over the battlefield, broken only by the crackling of energy as a massive figure descended from the sky.

The Kree soldiers, bloodied and battered from Deadpool's assault, stood straighter despite their injuries. Their confidence was returning. Their savior had arrived.

A deep, metallic voice echoed through the battlefield.

"So… the Silver Herald has returned."

Deadpool squinted up at the towering warrior, his silver body reflecting the glow of the Kree outpost's flickering lights. The figure loomed over the battlefield, clad in dark Kree battle armor lined with intricate patterns of glowing blue veins. His helmet bore sharp, angular ridges, and in his grip was a hammer—larger than Deadpool's entire torso—pulsating with cosmic energy.

Deadpool tilted his head. "Oh. Oh wow. You've got a real 'I'm here to ruin your weekend' vibe going on, big guy."

The Kree commander smirked. "He does not recognize you, my lord."

The warrior—Yorr Vann—gritted his teeth. "Of course he does. He is merely feigning ignorance." He took a step forward, the ground cracking beneath his weight. "Do you think I have forgotten, Herald? I have not. The humiliation you delivered to me burns still. And now, you return, thinking you can simply erase the past?"

Deadpool blinked. "Oh boy, uh… Ghosty? Little help here?"

The Surfer's voice echoed in his mind. "Yorr Vann… I remember him. Decades ago, when Galactus sought to devour a distant Kree colony, their forces resisted. Most were annihilated, but Yorr Vann—he was different. A warrior of honor, not cruelty. I faced him in battle, and though he fought fiercely, I chose to spare him. He was no mindless conqueror, merely a soldier bound to his people. Galactus had no interest in a single warrior, and I allowed him to live."

There was a pause before the Surfer continued, his tone darker. "That mercy may have been a mistake. He was humiliated by his defeat. I sensed his fury even then. And now, he sees me—sees us—as the same being, returned to finish what was started."

Deadpool groaned. "Okay, but can we address the fact that I didn't do anything? This whole grudge thing is kinda unfair. It's like being blamed for a group project when I just got here!"

The Surfer ignored him. "Understand this—Galactus does not send us here for revenge. This Kree outpost is no true threat to him. But its long-range sensors could detect his movements before he is ready to consume a greater world. He demands it be erased, swiftly."

Yorr Vann's grip tightened on his hammer. "Enough talk. Face me, Herald!"

With a roar, the Kree warlord swung his hammer, releasing a wave of energy that shattered the ground where Deadpool stood.

Deadpool barely had time to leap aside, surfing on his twin blades just as the impact sent rock and debris flying in every direction. He barely caught his balance before Vann was upon him again, swinging relentlessly. Each strike left glowing craters in the battlefield.

"Okay, this guy is hitting way too hard!" Deadpool yelled, dodging wildly. "I feel like I just stepped into the final boss fight without a tutorial!"

"You are unfocused," Surfer's voice chimed in. "You must fight as I would—"

Deadpool cut him off. "Dude. No offense. But you let this guy walk away!"

Surfer went silent.

Yorr Vann suddenly shifted his stance, predicting Deadpool's next dodge. With a brutal swing, he finally connected—sending Deadpool crashing through a rock formation.

Deadpool groaned, peeling himself from the rubble. "Okay… new plan. This long-range stuff isn't working." He flexed his fingers, feeling the cosmic energy hum beneath his skin. As if answering his call, his silver broadswords shimmered into existence, sliding into his grip like they had always belonged there. He gave them a quick twirl, admiring the way they caught the light. 

"Time for some good old-fashioned close-quarters chaos."

With a push, he shot forward like a comet, swords flashing in the dim light. Yorr Vann barely raised his hammer in time to block. Sparks of cosmic energy exploded as blade met the weapon.

Vann grunted. "So, you have been holding back."

Deadpool grinned. "Buddy, I always hold back. Otherwise, my awesomeness would be too much for this universe."

Their weapons clashed again and again, the force of their blows shaking the battlefield. But Deadpool was adapting. He was learning. His movements became sharper, faster. His twin swords moved in a blur, striking from every angle.

Yorr Vann began to falter.

Deadpool, now fully in control of his body, flipped over him, slashing across his armor. A deep cut glowed with cosmic energy.

Vann staggered back.

Deadpool twirled his swords. "Yeah, yeah. Yell 'Noooo!' now and get it over with."

The Kree warlord's eyes burned with fury. "If I must fall… I shall take you with me!"

He slammed his hammer into the ground, activating the Kree's final weapon—a massive energy cannon hidden beneath the outpost. The ground cracked as it powered up, glowing ominously.

Surfer's voice turned sharp. "That cannon… Even I struggled against it. You must—"

BOOM.

A blinding explosion consumed Deadpool. Energy surged outward, vaporizing everything in its path. The battlefield was left scorched and silent. The Kree soldiers watched, hopeful.

As the smoke cleared… a lone figure remained.

Deadpool stood there, untouched, silver body gleaming in the destruction. He lifted his hand and dusted off his shoulder.

Vann's eyes widened in horror. "Impossible…"

Deadpool smirked. "You know what's really impossible? That you guys haven't figured out capes are a fashion disaster."

With a single, clean strike—he sliced through Yorr Vann.

The Kree warrior stood frozen, eyes unseeing. Then, his body split in two, his hammer falling from his grasp.

The battlefield fell silent.

Surfer's voice whispered in Deadpool's mind. "How did you survive that…?"

Deadpool twirled his sword before absorbing Vann's hammer's energy into his own body. "I dunno, dude. But I feel amazing right now."

A flicker of concern passed through Surfer's consciousness. "Galactus may not appreciate you taking power that was not given to you…"

Deadpool shrugged. "Eh. What's the worst that could happen?"

He turned and lifted the stolen Kree axe, its energy fusing into his silver form. The raw cosmic power hummed through his body, but he barely had time to admire the new upgrade. He glanced around at the remains of the outpost—cracked walls, scattered debris, Kree corpses littered across the battlefield.

"Almost forgot," he muttered. With a casual flick of his hand, a concentrated energy blast shot from his fingertip and into the outpost's reactor core. A deep, ominous rumble shook the ground beneath him. Flames erupted, consuming the remaining structures as the chain reaction spiraled out of control.

Deadpool soared upward, watching as the base collapsed into itself, then exploded in a brilliant fireball.

"Alright, let's go tell Boss the job's done."