Marvel: Father of Superheroes

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A "woman" who came in claiming to be pregnant… suddenly turned into an armed criminal?!

The sudden turn of events shocked the surrounding employees, who hurriedly backed away in fear.

But Happy just stood there, stunned.

Mike had become a hostage?

Tsk.

He stared at Wade with admiration.

"Don't come any closer!"

Wade dragged Mike backwards. When he saw Happy try to follow, he pointed the gun at him.

Happy couldn't help saying, "Hey, why don't you put the gun down?"

At this rate, he was afraid Wade might really vanish from the face of the Earth.

"Put the gun down?" Wade tilted his head in confusion. "Why would I do that?"

As he spoke, he continued dragging Mike toward the elevator. "Tell your boss to come save you!"

"Everyone else—stay back!"

Wade pointed the gun at the others, escorting Mike away.

Happy scratched his head.

Now what?

Seeing a few employees about to call the police, Happy quickly waved his hand. "No need to call. It's fine."

The crowd gave him strange looks.

There's a guy holding someone at gunpoint, and he says it's fine?

Was this... a setup?

Some even began looking at Happy like he was plotting murder.

Happy sighed wearily and said, "Relax. Mr. Stark will take care of it."

The crowd finally seemed to understand.

So that's what this was.

Meanwhile, Wade had already forced Mike into the elevator.

After pressing the button for Tony's office floor, the elevator began ascending.

Inside, the air was heavy with tension.

"Why did you choose me?" Mike suddenly asked.

Wade blinked beneath his mask, the white eye patches full of confusion.

"What?"

He countered the question, then answered as if it were obvious: "Because you look weak, obviously."

Handsome face, business suit—looked like the type who sat in an office all day. Total weakling white-collar.

"Sigh."

Mike sighed. "Out of all the people there, you picked me. You really do have great taste."

"Hah! And you have a great eye too, noticing how great my taste is."

Wade chuckled and patted Mike's shoulder. "Don't worry. I'm not going to kill you. I just need to talk to your boss."

"Oh."

Mike responded casually, eyes watching the floor numbers light up one by one. "Well then, I guess I'll be polite too."

The moment he finished speaking—before Wade could react—Mike grabbed the gun. As Wade instinctively pulled the trigger, he saw the weapon crushed effortlessly in Mike's hand.

"Oh, f***!"

Wade gasped in shock and immediately swung a vicious hook toward Mike's chin.

But Mike vanished in a blur. At a speed Wade couldn't follow, he reappeared and flipped open Wade's bag.

Red suit, signature mask, and two katanas.

This is... Deadpool?

The thought flashed through Mike's mind. He pulled out the katanas and placed one against Wade's neck, then stopped moving.

Just as Wade was confused over missing his punch, he felt the cold edge against his throat.

"Uh…"

He stared at Mike for a second, then quickly raised both hands. "Wow, my judgment really is top-notch. I hit the jackpot right away!"

Ding.

The elevator doors opened. They'd arrived at Tony's office.

Mike gestured for them to exit, and Wade, still chattering like a machine gun, followed him out.

"Who are you? What superhero are you? What's your name—Chest Grabber? Assistant-Man?"

"What was that move back there? So fast! Is it useful in bed? Can I pay to learn it?"

"Oh, I get it. Your real name is 'Blitz Impact Hero', right!?"

"I—"

"Shut up."

Mike said coldly. The blade in his hand slid downward, stopping right between Wade's legs.

"Say one more word, and I'll cut it off."

Wade felt a chill in his groin. Looking at Mike's emotionless face, he suddenly had the urge to provoke him further—just to see a different expression.

As for that thing down there... it'd grow back anyway.

After a moment of internal struggle, he opened his mouth—

But before he could utter a single word, Mike twisted his neck sharply.

Crack!

With a chilling snap, the now-silent Wade spun dramatically and fell to the ground in what he believed was a "tragically poetic" pose—except his mask had fallen off, making the scene oddly horrifying.

Mike twitched an eyebrow, sighed, and pulled the mask back over Wade's face. Then he dragged the "dead" Wade into Tony's office.

He rummaged through Wade's bag again and finally found something useful.

A crayon-drawn "plan" on red paper.

There were several stick figures. Though abstract, Mike could immediately tell what they depicted.

A red stickman with white oval eyes pointed a gun at a comically distressed-looking stickman. The distressed one shook his head, then got shot.

A big red X marked over that panel—clearly a scrapped plan.

Next, an arrow pointed downward. Instead of shooting, the red stickman punched the distressed one, who cried.

Then the red stickman pointed at a device on his wrist. A nearby symbol showed a fuel gauge marked "Full." The red figure then stood with hands on hips, smiling as he disappeared.

Mike: "…"

Not hard to follow.

But what did that last part mean—disappear?

He frowned and looked up... and there was Wade, moving inch by inch toward the window like some upside-down spider, belly up, limbs splayed.

Sensing the gaze, Wade froze.

"Deadpool, where did you come from?"

Mike pressed a hand to his brow and asked in a low voice.

Wade stayed still, playing dead.

Mike walked over, grabbed his head, straightened it, and asked suddenly, "Do you want your face back?"

Wade sprang to his feet, clutching his head in shock. "What did you say?! You can fix my face? You really can?!"

Mike replied, "Answer my question first."

"This isn't my world. I screwed up during a time-jump. My energy's all used up. I was hoping Tony Stark might know how to recharge it."

Wade blurted it all out, staring nervously at Mike.

Mike hummed in thought, eyes drifting to the time device on Wade's wrist.

Interdimensional travel?

Wade quickly covered the device. "You can't have this—I need it to go home."

Suddenly, a card appeared in Mike's hand. It dissolved into light, and a faint red glow spread across his palm.

Name: Double-Hand

Skill Description: The red hand alters the body. The blue hand alters memory and manipulates the soul.

Note: One good squeeze, and you can be reborn.

In the next second, Mike tore off Wade's mask. Under Wade's hopeful gaze, he pressed his glowing hand to Wade's face.

(End of Chapter)