Deep within the Himalayan Mountains, where towering peaks pierced the clouds and the wind carried the chill of ancient snow, stood a quiet and elegant manor.
The place seemed untouched by time.
Inside the grand hall of the manor, faint incense smoke drifted slowly through the air, curling upward like thin strands of mist. The atmosphere felt calm and sacred, almost like a temple hidden between worlds.
For a long moment, everything remained still.
Then suddenly—
Sparks appeared in the air.
Tiny golden embers flickered into existence, spinning and weaving together until they formed a circular pattern. The sparks intensified, gradually creating a glowing ring suspended in midair.
A portal.
But the scene inside the portal was strange.
Instead of showing another room within the manor, the circular gateway revealed a vast, endless darkness.
It looked like a world where everything had already decayed.
No light.
No life.
Only a silent void where time itself seemed meaningless.
From that portal stepped a bald woman wearing a plain yellow robe.
Her movements were slow and tired.
Her face carried deep exhaustion, as if she had just returned from an incredibly long battle.
This woman was known by many names.
The Ancient One.
She was the Sorcerer Supreme of Earth, the guardian of mystical knowledge and the master of the sanctuary known as Kamar-Taj.
She walked calmly across the hall and sat cross-legged behind a wooden table.
As she closed her eyes and began meditating, something strange happened.
The dark mark on her forehead—an ominous seal that pulsed with faint shadows—slowly began to fade.
This mark was the symbol of a curse she carried.
The curse itself had a rather absurd reputation among certain cosmic beings.
It was often summarized jokingly as:
"The Sorcerer Supreme will eventually die because the magical special effects are too expensive."
The Ancient One ignored such nonsense.
For several minutes she meditated quietly.
Then suddenly—
Her eyes snapped open.
A look of surprise spread across her face.
Something was wrong.
She raised her hands quickly and began forming complex mystical gestures.
The Eye of Agamotto, the ancient artifact resting on her chest, slowly opened.
Inside the golden casing, a mysterious green glow began to shine.
The Time Stone had awakened.
The Ancient One frowned deeply.
"What… happened?"
She had only just returned from confronting Dormammu, the dark ruler of another dimension.
Her purpose had been simple.
Harass Dormammu.
Prevent him from consuming smaller dimensions to grow stronger.
And perhaps secretly absorb a little dark energy in the process.
But now something felt completely wrong.
Time itself seemed… disturbed.
She closed her eyes again and focused.
Through the power of the Time Stone, she traced the disturbance back to its origin.
The green energy of the Stone rippled across reality.
Moments later—
The answer appeared.
The source of the time disturbance was pointing directly toward something unexpected.
A streak of black and red energy.
---
Los Angeles
"Here's your Mexican burrito."
"Please enjoy it~"
The owner of that mysterious black-and-red streak was currently standing inside a small restaurant wearing a pink Hello Kitty apron.
Deadpool placed four burritos onto the dining table with dramatic flair.
Tony Stark stared at the apron with a look of pure disgust.
"You're a grown man," Tony said slowly.
"Do you really need to wear that?"
Deadpool looked offended.
"Excuse me?"
"Can't a man have a maiden heart?"
He pointed proudly at the apron.
"This is Hello Kitty!"
"HELLO KITTY!"
Deadpool raised both hands beside his head and curled his fingers like cat ears.
Then he swayed his hips and spoke in a sugary voice.
"Meow~~~"
Tony and Ethan both shuddered.
"Ugh…"
Deadpool sighed sadly.
"You people have no sense of romance."
Then he turned to the only woman at the table.
"Pepper, surely you understand me."
Pepper Potts shrugged casually.
"Not really."
She considered it for a moment.
"Personally, I prefer blue."
Deadpool tilted his head.
"The blue of wisdom?"
Pepper smiled calmly.
"No."
"The blue of melancholy."
Deadpool blinked.
Pepper might not know what "blue of wisdom" meant.
But she was certain that Deadpool had hidden meanings behind every strange comment.
Somewhere in the universe, a certain goddess suddenly sneezed.
"ACHOO!"
Deadpool clapped dramatically.
"The blue of melancholy!"
"That suits you perfectly."
"Especially recently—"
Pepper immediately raised her hand.
"Stop."
"If you mention Stark Industries again, I swear…"
Deadpool leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs arrogantly.
"Oh?"
"What can you possibly do to me?"
Pepper answered calmly.
"I'll open ten burrito shops next to every one of yours."
"All with 20% discounts."
"And free drinks."
Deadpool froze.
His pupils shrank.
It felt like he had just heard Satan whispering in his ear.
How could such a terrifying woman exist?
Deadpool immediately stood up and bowed deeply.
"I'm sorry!"
Pepper raised her chin proudly.
"Hmph."
"What exactly are you sorry for?"
Deadpool cleared his throat.
"I'm sorry for constantly mentioning the falling stock prices of Stark Industries."
"And the endless reports piling up on your desk."
"And the hundreds of emails flooding your inbox every day."
Pepper's expression froze.
She realized her mistake instantly.
She should never have asked.
Deadpool continued mercilessly.
"And also for mentioning your increasingly dark eye circles."
"Your slowly aging skin."
"And your thinning hair—"
"WADE!!!"
Pepper jumped up furiously.
"You're dead!!!"
Deadpool ran in circles around the table.
"Nyah nyah nyah~~~"
---
Behind the kitchen door, the chef Quentin watched the scene with excitement.
He clenched his fists.
"Perfect…"
"If the boss keeps acting like this…"
"I'll finally be able to quit and get a better job."
He poked his head out from the kitchen.
"Uh… excuse me."
"Did someone just say they were opening burrito shops?"
Pepper and Tony turned to look at him.
Quentin raised his spatula hopefully.
"I have a friend…"
"His cooking skills are excellent."
"He works at a restaurant that's about to close."
"He can quit anytime."
Deadpool exploded instantly.
"DAMN IT, QUENTIN!"
"GET BACK IN THE KITCHEN!"
"My burrito shop will never close!"
Quentin stuck out his tongue.
"Nyah nyah nyah~"
Then he disappeared back into the kitchen.
---
Ethan smiled warmly and tried to calm everyone down.
"Alright, alright."
"Let's eat before it gets cold."
After the incident in Comilla, Ethan had decided it was no longer safe to stay there.
So he followed Deadpool back to Los Angeles.
Deadpool removed the Hello Kitty apron and sat down.
Then he began devouring his burrito like a wild animal.
His scarred face combined with his aggressive eating style scared away several nearby customers.
Tony and Pepper exchanged amused looks.
They picked up their burritos and began eating slowly.
To be fair…
The taste wasn't bad.
Ethan picked up the special burrito in front of him.
The spaghetti-stuffed chicken burrito.
He took a bite.
The tortilla, noodles, chicken, lettuce, onions, and sauce exploded together inside his mouth.
"Mmm—"
His face twisted instantly.
"Ugh—"
Deadpool silently handed him a trash can.
Ethan spat everything out immediately.
After wiping his mouth with a tissue, he glared at Deadpool.
"Now I understand why you hate this!"
"This is a complete waste of food!"
Pepper leaned forward curiously.
"What does it taste like?"
Ethan grimaced.
"It tastes like…"
He hesitated.
"Vomit."
"The smell and taste of vomit."
Suddenly he froze.
A memory surfaced.
Him kneeling in the corner of a room.
Vomiting violently after killing someone for the first time.
Ethan slowly understood.
Killing.
Sin.
Spaghetti.
Burrito.
Vomiting.
That strange comparison finally made sense.
He looked at Deadpool.
"Wade…"
"You should become a philosopher."
Deadpool shook his head.
"No thanks."
"Philosophers are all dark-hearted."
Ethan looked at the burrito again.
"Wait."
"This isn't just spaghetti inside a burrito."
"There's too much sauce."
Deadpool nodded casually.
"It's my instructor's recipe."
"When we killed someone for the first time…"
"He made one of those for each of us."
"And forced us to eat it."
The table went silent.
Deadpool suddenly grinned.
"Relax."
"I'm joking."
"His cooking skills were terrible."
"What he made was worse than dog food."
"Besides…"
"I already think adding spaghetti to burritos is evil."
"You don't even need extra sauce."
Tony, Pepper, and Ethan remained quiet.
They had known Deadpool for a while.
But he rarely talked about his past.
Looking at his scars and his terrifying combat skills…
They all understood something.
His past had not been bright.
The atmosphere grew heavy.
Until suddenly—
Quentin shouted from the kitchen.
"Boss!"
"Are we still using those expired sauces from two days ago?"
"If not, I'll throw them away!"
BANG!
Ethan slammed his fist onto the table.
"That's it!"
"No more patience!"
He grabbed the chicken burrito and lunged at Deadpool.
Deadpool immediately ran.
Pepper and Tony calmly continued eating while watching the chaos unfold.
Meanwhile, Quentin looked around the restaurant.
All the remaining customers had already run away.
He sighed and walked to the door.
Then he flipped the sign.
CLOSED.
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