Marvel: Father of Superheroes

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"Take out a bald guy? Bald guy?" Gwen thought for a moment, then asked, "Is it because he's better looking than you?" From Gwen's perspectiv

"Take out a bald guy? Bald guy?"

Gwen thought for a moment, then asked, "Is it because he's better looking than you?"

From Gwen's perspective, that was a perfectly plausible reason—especially for Wade.

"Of course… not!"

Wade, nearly caught in her logic, quickly recovered, radiating his usual misplaced confidence. "How could there possibly be anyone better looking than me?"

Gwen giggled, sipping her juice through the straw. "So, you came to see me this time just to say goodbye?"

Wade nodded. "Yes."

Gwen asked casually, "Can you tell me who this bald guy is?"

"Professor X. Charles."

Gulp!

Gwen, mid-sip, froze. She looked up, wide-eyed, staring at Wade.

Thinking she hadn't heard him clearly, Wade repeated, "Professor X. Charles!"

Cough! Cough!

Gwen choked on the juice still in her mouth, coughing violently.

"What's the big deal? He's just a bald-headed hero," Wade said, puzzled, patting her back lightly.

"…"

Gwen pulled out two tissues, wiped the juice from her mouth, and steadied her breath before asking, "Why? Why do you want to kill him?"

"Because of my friend."

"Friend?"

That was not the answer Gwen had expected.

"Wolverine. Logan."

"?"

Gwen completely failed to understand Wade's train of thought.

So—because of his friend Logan, he was going to kill Logan's friend Charles?

Seeing her confusion, Wade placed his hands under his chin, adopting a mock-serious pose as he spoke slowly. "In my world, because of that bald guy, a lot of X-Men die. Even my Logan dies because of him. So I'm going to take him out—and save my Logan!"

"Wait, wait a second!"

Gwen frowned, trying to piece it together.

"You said in your world, because of Professor X, many people die… but what does that have to do with our world's Professor X?"

Wade was silent for a moment, keeping his expression rigid. In a deliberately deep voice, he said, "Maybe you're right—but he still has to die! Because he could hurt my friend."

Before Gwen could respond, Wade stood up abruptly, heading for the door.

"My mind is made up! Goodbye!"

Watching Wade stride away, Gwen half-raised her hand, then let it drop.

Resting her chin on her palm, she muttered, "He's going to get himself killed, isn't he? Definitely going to get himself killed."

But this was Wade—someone you couldn't judge by normal standards. She decided it was best to tell her dad.

Decision made, she pushed aside the fast food in front of her with a look of distaste, pulling out her phone.

Quack, quack-quack, quack-quack-quack-quack!

The rhythmic duck ringtone echoed through the Kent home. Mike, in the middle of testing his new ability, glanced at the phone across the room and quickly answered.

"Gwen? What is it?"

"Dad, I need to tell you something."

"Go ahead."

Hearing the seriousness in her tone, Mike's expression grew grave.

"There's a lunatic who wants to kill Brother Charles."

"What?"

Mike didn't register it at first, then asked, "How do you know?"

"Uh… I was just with that lunatic."

"…"

Mike rubbed his temples. "Tell me exactly what happened from the beginning. And who is this lunatic?"

"Oh."

Gwen quickly recounted the whole story.

After listening, Mike's expression hardened. "Stay away from him."

"Okay!"

"Now, come home."

"Mm."

Gwen hesitated. "Dad, can—"

Mike hung up, shaking his head.

Kill Charles?

Even ignoring the abilities of the other mutants at the school, Charles alone could easily subdue Deadpool with his powers.

His powers? Deadpool?

Mike's gaze flickered.

No, he had to go.

He remembered that in some comic timeline, Charles had accidentally destroyed himself after seeing what was inside Deadpool's mind.

It might not happen here, but just in case, he had to be there.

Pressing the button on the watch built into his wrist, Mike summoned his black battle suit.

A moment later, he vanished from the house, flying toward Xavier's School.

…

Wade hummed an unrecognizable tune as he sat in the passenger seat of a taxi, heading for Xavier's School.

When he arrived nearby, he tried paying with his "good looks," only to be scolded by the driver. Pouting, he started the walk toward the school.

There was still a stretch of road ahead, and he decided to use the time to adjust his mindset.

He no longer wanted to wear his mask—after all, his face had healed.

So, dressed in a tight battle suit but without a mask, Deadpool looked like an escaped mental patient.

"This is a mission, this is a mission… missions need a mask. I can't just give those damn b****es the satisfaction of seeing my handsome face…"

He chewed his finger thoughtfully.

"But… if they die without ever seeing my face, wouldn't that be too pitiful?"

After a moment of indecision, Wade chose to put the mask back on.

He didn't want those he killed to see his face, die, and still be obsessed with him in the afterlife.

As the school came into view, Wade stopped in his tracks.

He suddenly realized something important.

The 'Hugh' in this world wasn't even his friend!

"No, no… I'll just think of him as my friend."

He took a step forward.

"But if I kill Bald Charles, he might be sad."

"No! As long as I can save 'Hugh,' I'll do anything."

"Or… maybe I should just forget it."

Looking at the distant Xavier's School and remembering the frightening number of X-Men inside, Wade pouted. "No pay, high risk, and my face hasn't even been shown to my wife yet."

With that, he quickly took a few steps back and turned to leave.

"Better to score something big before I go—bring back something useful!"

"Yeah, yeah!"

He nodded furiously. "That's what I'll do!"

Just then, a pitch-black figure appeared before him.

Wade froze for three seconds, then his eyes widened.

"Mike Kent!"

Looking at Mike's expressionless face, Wade blurted, "Did you wander into the wrong movie set? What's with the dark mode?"

Mike: "…"

If he hadn't been a transmigrator, he might not have even understood Wade's comment.

"Charles is my son."

Wade blinked.

"Ha… ha… ha!"

"I knew it! You two do look alike."

"He's adopted."

Wade: "…"

"Sorry, I just remembered I left my gas stove on at home. Gotta go!"

(End of Chapter)