Melting Pot Concept in Marvel

"Oh damn it! My dear babies… you've left me forever. God, this is the saddest story ever!"

In his cramped little hideout in Manhattan's Hell's Kitchen, Deadpool was moping and sighing.

This was his unluckiest day—he almost died for real. And his precious swords got eaten!

For that brief moment, Deadpool genuinely felt he might die. So he decisively abandoned his swords and fled through the sewers.

"No way. My swords are gone—I can't just let this pass!"

He placed a call. "I need to speak with Mr. Kennedy."

"Kennedy? Are you a family member? Perfect timing—after multiple rescue attempts, Mr. Kennedy's brain burst wide open, and there was no saving him. We extend our condolences… As for the hospital bills—"

"Pass along a giant middle finger for me. Tell him: f**k you!"

He hung up before the doctor could finish. Then immediately dialed again. Before the other side could speak, he rushed on:

"Oh, also—if you do reach any relatives of his, tell them they can't skip out on their debt to me! If they run all the way to hell, I'll still hunt them down! Nobody stiffens me on payment!"

A total loss!

"My swords… my money… my little darlings… oh no!!"

He didn't complete the mission, lost his swords, nearly died, and now his employer, Kennedy, was dead with an exploded brain. "Great… must be hereditary with that family—f**k!" Deadpool kept ranting, until his sharp ears caught a sound outside. Alert, he reached behind him. Realizing his swords were gone, he yanked out two pistols instead.

"Hey, pal. Need some help?"

"Of course I do! I'll be taking your head—how's that?"

Deadpool's face changed drastically, and he fired several shots as he leapt toward a nearby window. But Aaron was faster—one kick smashed the door in. Then, at a tricky angle, spiderwebs snared Deadpool.

"Freeze! I'm warning you, I already called the cops! You don't want to end up having 'sword fights' with all those guys in prison, right? They'd love someone like you…" Deadpool twisted and wriggled, but minus his swords, he couldn't break Aaron's special webbing.

Aaron stepped inside, no words wasted. He casually grabbed one of Deadpool's guns—and blew Deadpool's head off with a single shot.

Bang!!

Gunfire rang out, and the world went quiet. Aaron mulled it over—technically, he could annihilate Deadpool once and for all with the Primordial Furnace, because it can smelt anything, even Deadpool. But…

He glanced around at the messy scene: bloody bandages, a bloodstained blade, remains from their earlier fight—those all contained Deadpool's cells. Who knew what random piles of trash might hold additional remains of him?

Theoretically, each bit could grow into a new Deadpool.

In the original storyline, there'd even been an evil Deadpool pieced together from different eras' Deadpool scraps—a more powerful, more diabolical monster. Aaron didn't know if this world might end up spawning multiple Deadpools.

Thinking it through, he got an idea.

…

That night, at the "Banana Bar."

A flashing red banana sign blinked overhead. A few overly-muscular men emerged from the bar, hugging each other tightly to stay warm on this chilly night. Then they spotted a nearly naked man, sporting only a half-face purple butterfly mask, tied to a lamppost—someone had given him an extra gunshot for good measure. The ropes binding him were downright artistic, catching the eye at once.

They instantly felt a wave of respect. The man's sexy red lips, long eyelashes, decently hairy chest, powerful thighs, and that chin… everything about him exuded a peculiar allure.

They exchanged glances.

"Looks like he got on someone's bad side. So brutal! But as good citizens, we can't just leave him in the cold."

"Maybe he's got a gambling-addict father, a sick mother, a kid brother in school—politicians never consider how tough that is. Just school fees alone can drive someone insane. No way can we stand by while he suffers."

"Let's bring him to my place. I have plenty of tools…and I'll keep him safe and warm, show him real love."

They hurried over, warmly untying Deadpool—and were tactful enough not to remove that purple mask. By morning, everyone would part ways as strangers; but as long as he felt their "love" in his body, that was all that mattered.

"This world still has plenty of good folks indeed," Aaron said with genuine emotion, watching the scene via a surveillance feed. He had to look away because it was rather eye-searing. "In a cold world, only a certain snowy softness still has any warmth…"

Next day.

"Ahhhhh nooo!!" (×2)

The same exclamation arose in two places, carrying very different meanings. People's joys and sorrows never quite align. Aaron and Felicia finished their morning "workout" and then headed straight to the company. Aaron wasn't exactly diligent—if it wasn't necessary, he wouldn't show up at the office. Why bother time-traveling if you still had to punch in daily? Rules? Those are for employees—he's the boss, so if needed, he'd just add a line: "Aaron needn't follow company policy." Simple!

Reaching his office before Norman arrived, Aaron quickly uploaded a video online. Its title:

"Shocking! The 'strongest mercenary' Deadpool is actually THIS kind of person!"

With a juicy thumbnail guaranteed to draw plenty of eyes. After posting, he specially sent the link to Deadpool's email address. Then Norman knocked on the door.

"Boss, I've got a few items here that need your review."

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