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Deadpool stood in the ruins of the street and stared down at himself.
He didn't need a mirror to know something had changed.
He was huge.
At least 2.5 meters tall.
His muscles bulged unnaturally beneath his scarred skin, veins thick like cables. Five sharp bone claws extended from each hand, gleaming pale in the daylight. His tongue flicked out instinctively—
And kept going.
It stretched over two meters, thick and muscular, just like a Licker's, snapping back with frightening control.
"Woah."
His first instinct was not fear.
It was curiosity.
More specifically—
He glanced down at one of his legs.
"This is way more exaggerated than a certain Star-Spangled Man," he muttered. "Is it finally my turn to post gym selfies?"
He flexed again.
Concrete cracked under his feet.
Thankfully, he hadn't dressed yet after crawling out of the sewer. If he had put on clothes, he would've shredded another expensive suit.
With a casual flick of his hand—
Five deep claw marks tore across the wall beside him.
He clenched his fist.
Then punched.
The wall exploded inward.
Concrete fractured. Rebar twisted and snapped.
He grinned.
"Okay. That's satisfying."
Deadpool bent low, taking a runner's stance.
The next second—
He vanished.
A red blur tore down the street. Air howled violently in his wake. Every step he took left a crater in the asphalt, cracks spiderwebbing outward from massive non-human footprints.
He ran for nearly thirty seconds before dizziness hit him.
Hard.
He stumbled, clutching his head.
His massive frame shrank rapidly. Muscles compressed. Bone claws retracted.
He collapsed to one knee as his normal human form returned.
His healing factor activated instantly, stitching torn tissue back together.
"I can maintain it for about… a minute," he muttered.
Closing his eyes, he searched inside himself again.
The sky-blue energy sphere was gone.
In its place floated wisps of faint white mist, slowly condensing, turning blue once more.
So.
It recharged.
That meant he wasn't done evolving.
"Interesting," he whispered.
After resting briefly, Deadpool sprinted toward the mountains outside the ruined city.
He absolutely could not stay here.
Umbrella's satellites had likely recorded everything.
If he lingered, he'd be dissected before lunch.
More importantly—
He needed to test something.
If he was still contagious with the T-virus, he couldn't safely travel to other worlds.
He needed a living test subject.
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"Hey! Little guy! Don't run!"
A small fluffy animal darted through the trees.
Deadpool lunged.
A moment later—
"Ptooey! Ptooey!"
He spat fur from his mouth.
Holding the limp creature by the scruff of its neck, he examined it carefully.
Minutes passed.
No mutation.
No transformation.
No signs of infection.
He tossed it aside casually.
"Good. No zombie squirrel apocalypse."
Satisfied, he pulled out a small framed door from his spatial storage.
He set it upright on the ground.
Opened it cautiously.
Behind the door—
A warm, cozy bedroom.
Pink bedding.
Soft lighting.
Definitely a girl's room.
Deadpool peeked.
"No one."
He stepped through fully.
The door behind him now looked completely ordinary.
He scratched his head.
"What exactly is the principle of this ability? Conceptual door traversal? Can I pass through any door in existence?"
He paused.
"Never mind. I refuse to test certain categories."
Before he could leave—
He heard voices.
Not from inside the room.
From outside the house.
A man and a woman.
Deadpool froze.
The blonde, blue-eyed girl stood at the entrance, biting her lip shyly.
"Piotr… are you sure you don't want to come in for a while?"
The tall man shifted awkwardly.
His Russian accent rolled heavily.
"Eve… perhaps this is too fast?"
Deadpool's eyes widened.
That voice.
Colossus.
His metal-skinned moral compass.
His good brother.
"You're so old-fashioned~" Eve teased, adjusting his collar. "Maybe I just want to offer you coffee?"
Colossus hesitated.
Then nodded.
"…Alright."
Deadpool: w(ﾟДﾟ)w
"No way."
He hadn't expected this.
He had randomly entered a room—
And it turned out to be Colossus's date location?
The universe had timing.
Footsteps approached.
Deadpool scanned quickly and dove under the bed.
Then—
He froze.
There was someone already there.
He turned.
Pink hair.
Sparkling eyes.
Yukio smiled sweetly and waved.
"Hi, Wade's nickname~" she whispered.
Deadpool blinked.
Before he could respond—
His right shoulder was tapped.
He turned again.
Negasonic Teenage Warhead crouched beside him, smirking.
Deadpool stared at both of them.
"…Colossus's life is complete."
The door opened.
Lights turned on.
Eve entered.
She kicked off her slippers and walked inside.
Deadpool nodded approvingly.
"Excellent taste, brother."
A piece of clothing dropped to the floor.
Then a skirt.
Deadpool's heart rate spiked.
Before he could lean forward—
Two hands pressed down firmly on his shoulders.
'NO, Wade.'
Yukio shook her head firmly.
Deadpool raised both hands innocently.
'I didn't do anything.'
Negasonic gave him a flat look.
Deadpool mouthed dramatically:
'Slander. I will hire a lawyer.'
He thought of Matt.
Professional.
Diligent.
Blind.
Extremely convenient during awkward explanations.
Eve changed into loose pajamas.
Bent down to gather her clothes.
Knock knock.
"Eve? Are you in there?"
All three under the bed exchanged looks.
Then simultaneously displayed auntie-level smiles.
Oh?
Colossus had initiative?
Impressive.
"What's wrong, Piotr?" Eve asked. "I'm changing."
"I… may need to leave."
Under the bed:
(ノへ￣ ) × 3
Collective facepalms.
"Why?" Eve asked softly.
"A criminal has appeared in the district. I must stop him."
Colossus sounded apologetic.
"I am very sorry."
"No need to apologize," Eve replied warmly. "It's your responsibility. I'll cheer for you."
Under the bed:
!!! × 3
Yukio and Negasonic shoved Deadpool hard.
Deadpool immediately went limp.
Playing dead.
Advanced technique.
Yukio puffed her cheeks and twisted his waist viciously.
Deadpool trembled—
Still motionless.
'Damn it,' Yukio mouthed.
They exchanged glances.
Rock, paper, scissors.
Yukio: Paper.
Negasonic: Rock.
Negasonic groaned silently.
She pulled out her phone.
Quickly typed a message.
Sent.
Outside the room, Colossus's phone vibrated.
He frowned slightly.
Opened it.
Message:
"CRIMINAL IN EVE'S ROOM."
Colossus froze.
His metal skin shimmered faintly as tension rose.
Inside the bedroom—
Under the bed—
Deadpool finally realized something very important.
"…Oh no."
Colossus's life.
Truly worthwhile.
But his own?
Possibly about to end.