Marvel: Father of Superheroes

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Due to an operational error, instead of traversing through the timeline as intended, he ended up crossing into an entirely different universe. As a result, the time-space shuttle device was completely drained of energy.

"I knew it! Just traveling through time couldn't possibly consume that much energy!"

"No, this isn't the time to think about that…"

Wade paused, then narrated in a theatrical tone: "Wade is very sad right now. Super sad!"

Gwen was about to speak but suddenly felt a wave of nausea.

She saw Wade tapping on the time-space shuttle on his wrist, then couldn't help but lick it lightly and give it a couple of dramatic kisses. Then…

"Damn it! Still not fully charged? Can't my love be used to power this thing? What a piece of junk!"

He couldn't help but curse loudly, then grinned and said, "Luckily, I know how to recharge it."

Watching Wade act all mysterious and deranged, Gwen couldn't help but shake her head.

This guy could never be treated like a normal person.

She stood up from the edge of the rooftop, turned, leaped across to the adjacent building, and said to Wade, "Goodbye, Deadpool."

"Wait!" Wade called out to Gwen, "You helped me. I have to repay you!"

"Repay me? How much money are you offering?"

"I'm broke," Wade said, before quickly adding, "But I'm a mercenary. If you need someone taken out, I'm your guy."

Gwen thought for a moment.

Someone she wanted to take out…

"No one."

She shook her head and replied, "Goodbye. And don't do bad things, or you'll get caught by superheroes."

Wade waved frantically at Gwen's retreating figure. After she disappeared from sight, he looked up and muttered wistfully, "Such a great girl... Too bad she's too young. Otherwise, I might've fallen for her."

But… no bad things?

Stealing doesn't really count as a bad thing, right?

Wade seriously pondered this, then nodded in affirmation.

It doesn't count! It's not like he killed anyone!

Besides, if he didn't do something, how was he supposed to get back home?

Thinking about it, Wade sighed heavily.

He had no choice! He was forced into this!

Then, he leapt off the building—

"Holy shit!"

With a despairing scream, he plummeted from the rooftop.

He'd forgotten he was on the thirteenth floor.

Splat!

He crashed to the ground, ending up looking like an abstract painting. But his body was already healing rapidly.

Meanwhile, at a secret research facility owned by a tech company called AIM...

A man with meticulously slicked-back hair stood beside a beautiful woman in a white lab coat with long flowing hair. They watched the upcoming experiment from the second-floor observation room, their expressions solemn.

Down in the first-floor laboratory, several researchers bustled around various test subjects.

"Killian, can we really trust that man? And just like that, we're letting him participate in our experimental project…"

Dr. Maya Hansen, dressed in a white lab coat, looked at Aldrich Killian with evident concern.

Killian's gaze was fixed on one of the researchers below.

The man had messy hair, a wild beard, and his entire face was buried in a thick mass of hair, leaving only a pair of bright, fanatical eyes visible.

"Does it matter?"

A faint smile appeared on Killian's face. He turned to Maya Hansen and said, "As long as he helps us perfect the Extremis virus and improve fusion success rates, whether or not we can trust him—does that really matter?"

Maya hesitated, then firmly shook her head. "Yes, it matters!"

She knew how much potential this project had. If that man had ulterior motives...

"Relax. Everything is under control."

Killian said calmly. Seeing that Maya wanted to continue, he waved his hand dismissively and gestured toward the lab below. "It's about to begin. We'll soon see whether he's trustworthy."

If successful, Killian was prepared to grant the man a certain degree of trust.

To him, trust was measured by value.

Maya bit her lip.

Things had already gone far beyond her expectations—and completely out of her control.

All she wanted was to develop the Extremis virus for medical use. But Killian clearly had other plans.

Bigger ambitions—or rather, the people behind him did.

As for who those people were, she had no clue at all.

At that moment, Killian quietly said, "It's starting."

Maya Hansen quickly turned her attention back to the experiment.

She still placed great importance on improving the virus's fusion success rate.

Several individuals with physical disabilities, along with a few who had already undergone the first injection phase, slowly walked into the transformation pods.

Then, a deep, magnetic, yet cold voice rang out.

The hairy-faced man looked up at the observation room on the second floor and calmly said, "Your Extremis virus is excellent, but the method of fusion is far too crude."

Using intravenous injections for a virus like this—utterly ridiculous.

Once the serum enters the bloodstream, whether it's absorbed, and to what extent, depends entirely on the individual's body and willpower. There's no way to control the process. It was a complete failure of a method.

His fusion device, however, could solve all of that. Compared to the Mind Stone's energy, the Extremis virus was remarkably tame.

If he had discovered the Extremis compound earlier, they wouldn't have been defeated by those damn Avengers…

At this thought, Strucker's eyes glinted with hatred.

"So that's why you're here," Killian said calmly. "Let's begin. Show me what you've got."

Strucker silently turned to the console and began operating it.

Inside the fusion chamber, the Extremis virus began merging with the subjects. The process was stable, although the fusion still caused pain.

But compared to intravenous injection, the pain was much more bearable.

As a result, all the test subjects survived.

An hour later, the chamber doors opened. Everyone emerged with fully regenerated limbs. Even those from the unstable second phase—who were most prone to exploding—were unharmed and in stable condition.

Strucker looked up at Killian.

Clap clap!

Killian applauded. "Excellent. Now we can talk."

"I want to speak with your boss."

Strucker stared at him calmly.

Killian's face froze. "I am the boss."

"Heh." Strucker chuckled coldly, his eyes full of scorn. "Don't kid yourself."

"To my knowledge, ten years ago you were just a loser handing out business cards, begging for investment."

"Shut up!"

Killian's face twisted in anger, his skin faintly glowing red beneath the surface.

Strucker merely stared back.

After a few tense seconds, Killian took a deep breath and growled, "You will meet him."

(End of Chapter)