Marvel: Father of Superheroes

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Mike dispersed his manifestation power and smiled at Tony, who was now free of confusion.

Although Tony hadn't completely overcome his anxiety, he was progressing rapidly. To test this, Mike deliberately mentioned a few trigger words that usually induced Tony's anxiety.

The results were unexpectedly positive.

As Mike picked up his phone and started scrolling through it nearby, Tony looked at his departing figure with a faint smile on his face.

He remembered… Mike's birthday was coming up soon, wasn't it? In about five months?

When the time came, he'd prepare a small gift to express his gratitude.

Mike had truly helped him a lot.

At the same time, on the streets of New York...

Wade, dressed in his tight superhero suit, was surrounded by several people. One of them stood at the front holding a selfie stick, his face beaming with joy as he and his friends posed for pictures with Wade.

"Say it with me… f*ck!"

Wade raised his middle finger.

Click!

The photo was captured. Wade waved goodbye to the group, blew two kisses, and then hopped away with a spring in his step.

He loved the atmosphere of this world.

People here admired superheroes. Even if you were dressed like this on the street, no one would think you were a pervert. At most, they'd assume you were a superhero cosplayer and excitedly take pictures with you.

Along the way, he had already taken countless photos with enthusiastic fans.

"Oh my god, the heavens must be moved by my actions—I really am an angel," Wade muttered to himself.

Suddenly, his steps halted.

He had stopped in front of a toy store. Eyes lighting up, he rushed inside.

There were so many interesting toys.

"Oh my god! Is that Professor X with hair and not in a wheelchair? Is that Beast? So adorable! And that's Wolverine?!"

He stared at a plush doll, dozens of centimeters tall. Looking at the cute Logan doll, his white eyes almost turned into pink heart shapes.

"Wow, wow! This is just too adorable!"

Wade hugged the Wolverine doll tightly, as if trying to absorb it into his body. He cuddled it into a ball.

Seeing this, a nearby woman couldn't help but chuckle. "You like Wolverine too?"

"I don't just like him—I love him."

Wade gave the plush doll a loud kiss.

The woman exclaimed excitedly, "See! I knew it! More people like the X-Men than the Avengers!"

"Uh, ma'am, I think you misunderstood."

Wade said seriously, "I only like little Logan."

"I—" the woman started, but before she could finish her sentence, a man who had been loitering in the toy store suddenly grabbed her handbag and bolted for the exit.

Stunned for a moment, the woman shouted, "Thief! Help!"

Wade grinned. "If I help you, will you give me this plush toy?"

"If you catch him, it's yours!"

"No problem!"

Wade grinned, quickly drew his gun, and aimed at the thief...

Bang!

With the sound of a gunshot, a bright red splash of blood blossomed on the thief's leg, sending him tumbling to the ground mid-run.

The scene fell silent, followed by waves of screaming.

Wade covered his ears, quickly walked up to the thief, kicked him aside, picked up the handbag with the tip of his shoe, and walked over to the woman amid the stunned and horrified gazes. He handed her the bag, picked up the Logan doll, and smiled. "You truly are a generous lady."

"Th-thank you!"

The woman said nervously, taking two steps back.

She had a strong feeling this man was dangerous.

But Wade didn't care about her wariness. Hugging his beloved "Little Logan," he swiftly left the toy store.

This world was very different from his own. He had been gathering intel, preparing to power up his time-travel device.

Finally, he found a suitable target—Tony Stark.

First, the guy was filthy rich—a billionaire.

Second, he was smart. Even though he was a superhero, he was still just an ordinary human.

Wade planned to catch him off guard, knowing Tony wouldn't be able to fight back.

And most importantly, Tony Stark's location was easy to find.

Stark Industries, Avengers Tower—all right here. Finding Tony would be a breeze.

Ha!

He, Deadpool Wade, might be a foul-mouthed chatterbox with a few screws loose, but he was clever as hell!

Too bad he couldn't visit the X-Mansion to see the adorable X-Men just yet.

"But... hehe! Once I've collected enough energy, I can go!"

Now all he had to do was stake out the place.

Looking at Stark Tower in the distance, he grinned—and that grin quickly turned lewd.

He placed the plush doll between his legs and shouted, "Let's go, Logan!"

On Mister Sinister's island, inside a hidden underground base...

Wearing a white lab coat, Mister Sinister stared at a fetus inside a nutrient tank with a gaze as gentle as if he were looking at his own child.

It was a perfect creation.

No—more accurately, it wasn't yet complete in his eyes.

This was just the base form of the masterpiece he had envisioned. He would later add layers of enhancements to make it truly perfect.

"Sir, I'm ready."

Jason Stryker quietly appeared in the lab.

"Go," Mister Sinister waved calmly, his expression composed as he looked at Jason. "Remember, we need the right opportunity to reveal ourselves. Don't rush. Proceed gradually so as not to attract attention."

"I understand, sir."

Jason adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, confidence gleaming in his heterochromatic eyes.

They had prepared for this moment for so long—now, the results were within reach.

Mister Sinister walked up to Jason and gave him a light embrace. "Don't disappoint me."

Bringing him back from Three Mile Island had been one of the most satisfying decisions of his life.

Jason nodded and turned to leave.

Inside an AIM office...

Trask took a sip of coffee, calmly waiting.

The man behind Killian had agreed to meet.

This was his chance to get revenge.

To them, the Extremis virus might just be a product. But to him, it was a weapon of vengeance.

He didn't want much—just to gather the remaining HYDRA members, transform them into Extremis soldiers, and form a powerful team of enhanced beings under his command.

One side would provide the Extremis virus, and the other would offer the fusion technology. A fair trade.

As he speculated in silence, the office door opened. Killian walked in, then stepped aside and made a welcoming gesture.

A tall man in a suit with long black hair stepped forward.

The Mandarin.

(End of Chapter)