In the center of Stark Tower's cutting-edge technology lab, Allens was carefully installing a cube module onto a steel battle suit.
Crackling—
As the loading progress increased, arcs of electricity danced across the armor's surface. The entire steel suit shimmered with lightning, looking almost like Thor himself.
"The power control module still needs fine-tuning. The output is too weak. I need to increase the electromagnetic coil's capacity and add a directional stabilizer to... hmm... maybe make it hammer-compatible? Thor's cat-hammer style, meow~."
Allens muttered to himself while sketching designs. This was his second super steel battle suit, equipped with a new power control module that was still under production.
"J.A.R.V.I.S, generate a standalone data model. Shape it like a hammer."
Allens' eyes gleamed with excitement. What he was building now was a new armor — Steel Battle Suit: Thor II.
"Understood, sir," J.A.R.V.I.S responded.
Moments later, a holographic model resembling Mjolnir appeared before him. J.A.R.V.I.S, as always, proved to be an exceptionally competent AI — capable of saving Allens plenty of unnecessary effort while flawlessly executing his every command.
"Sir, an unexpected situation has been detected."
Just as Allens was about to continue his work, J.A.R.V.I.S's voice interrupted him — which immediately made him frown.
"What is it?"
Normally, J.A.R.V.I.S would never disrupt his research unless the data revealed something truly out of the ordinary.
Swish—
At his command, a holographic screen lit up beside him. On it, a red-suited figure carrying two swords was seen — killing Allens' target, Ivan Vanko.
At the end of the footage, even after being shot several times, the red figure was still alive, energetic, and even dancing next to Justin Hammer. This was something J.A.R.V.I.S couldn't logically process.
"Deadpool? But there's no Deadpool in the MCU movie timeline — at least, not yet."
J.A.R.V.I.S might not have understood, but Allens did. The crude, fast-talking man in red was unmistakably Wade Wilson — Deadpool.
"Interesting," Allens murmured with a smile. "Looks like I'll have to pay Mr. Wade Wilson a visit myself."
It was still the year 2008 — long before Deadpool would ever appear in this universe. Allens' curiosity was piqued.
"Sir, are you going there personally?" J.A.R.V.I.S asked, with a faint trace of curiosity in its tone. Though artificial, its emotional simulation core — designed by Tony Stark — gave it a surprisingly human touch.
Click-clack.
Mechanical arms unfolded from the floor. Allens extended his arms outward as the armor components automatically assembled around him, encasing his body in a gleaming red-and-gold steel suit, accented with faint blue energy lines.
"J.A.R.V.I.S, activate the Quantum Bridge teleportation."
At his command, the blue energy surrounding him pulsed brightly — and in an instant, Allens vanished.
In front of the Hammer Industries building in New York, Deadpool was dancing wildly, humming offbeat rap lyrics.
In front of him stood Justin Hammer, president of Hammer Industries — staring in disbelief at the broken pistol in his hand, panic spreading across his face.
"Hey, audience! You see this? The massacre Deadpool loves best is about to begin again!" Deadpool announced to no one in particular. "Take a guess — how long will it take before I wipe out this fragile MCU universe?"
"Oh wait, hold up... The Deadpool movie's already been filmed? Nice! But hang on — has Thanos shown up yet in this timeline? Oh my God, that purple potato-head who stole my girl…"
"The Marvel multiverse is such a headache. Still, the MCU feels a lot more... peaceful. Not like the comic universe — now that's a train wreck."
"I wonder if my favorite little bug's been born yet. Damn, I'd love to see the look on Spider-Man's face when he meets me… oh, wait, right — he's not even around yet!"
Deadpool kept talking endlessly, his words spilling faster than bullets.
Swish—
While he was ranting, a blue energy halo appeared behind him. A metallic arm shot out from the portal and yanked him through.
On a deserted island somewhere in the Atlantic, Deadpool blinked in confusion as the world shifted around him. The skyscrapers of New York were gone, replaced by endless sand and blue ocean.
"Oh, great. Did one of those Kamar-Taj magicians open a random portal again? Or maybe the Ancient One got tired of my mouth and tossed me out of the MCU?"
He spun around — and froze.
"Holy shit... a shiny red-and-gold suit with blue highlights? Wait — Tony Stark?"
Startled, Deadpool jumped back several steps, pointing accusingly.
"Hold on! Stark's classic armor color is red and gold! Who added the blue? Is this the discount version?"
"Deadpool, you should know who I am," said the armored figure, stepping forward. The helmet opened — revealing the face of Allens, who bore a strong resemblance to Tony Stark.
"Of course! You're the legendary playboy himself — Tony Big Shit! Second richest man on Earth! Oh, wait, you probably don't care who's first, huh?" Deadpool spun around him with mock admiration. "Hint — it's that kitty cat from Wakanda. The real billionaire — King T'Challa!"
Deadpool's voice buzzed endlessly like an annoying fly, clearly testing Allens' patience.
"It seems," Allens said calmly, "that if I don't take action, you'll never stop talking."
He raised his right hand. A small neural control dart shot out from his palm, piercing Deadpool's neck. In an instant, a wave of neural energy flooded Deadpool's brain.
"W-whoa!" Deadpool gasped, clutching his mouth as if he'd been muted.
"Now," Allens said with a cold smile, "be quiet."
And for the first time in his life, Deadpool obeyed.
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