Dead silence filled the room.
…Inside Tony Stark's mansion.
Several people sat around a table in the living room, yet none of them spoke for a long moment. The atmosphere was so heavy that even the soft hum of the air conditioning sounded unusually loud.
Tony Stark leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples with both hands. The headache pounding inside his skull had only gotten worse over the past few days.
His voice came out hoarse and tired.
"I checked every surveillance camera in the city," Tony said slowly. "Traffic cameras, street cameras, private security systems—everything I could access. The footage only shows him returning to his apartment. After that…"
Tony paused.
"…he vanished."
He opened his eyes and looked at the two agents sitting across from him.
"As if he evaporated into thin air."
Five days.
Deadpool—Wade Wilson—had disappeared five days ago.
The last time anyone had seen him was when he left Ethan's shop.
Since then, there had been nothing.
No calls.
No sightings.
No security footage.
Nothing.
Tony clenched his jaw.
From the previous Comilla incident, it was already clear that Wade didn't possess any ability for long-distance travel. Otherwise he would never have needed Natasha's plane back then.
That meant one thing.
If he disappeared in New York…
He had to still be in New York.
Unless someone had taken him.
Tony turned his gaze toward Natasha Romanoff and Phil Coulson.
"Are you absolutely sure," Tony asked slowly, "that S.H.I.E.L.D. didn't send him somewhere on a secret mission?"
Natasha's aircraft had vertical takeoff capability and optical stealth technology. It would be incredibly easy for someone like her to quietly pick someone up from the middle of the city without anyone noticing.
Natasha folded her arms.
Her expression wasn't good either.
"No," she said firmly. "We didn't."
She leaned forward slightly.
"And if we had sent him on a mission, why would we be here helping you search for him?"
Tony sighed but still didn't look convinced.
Coulson cleared his throat gently and added,
"He only joined S.H.I.E.L.D. recently. Right now he's technically classified as an external staff member and still under observation."
Coulson adjusted his tie.
"He wouldn't be assigned to any classified operations yet."
Tony stared at them for a moment.
Then he slowly leaned back in his chair again.
"So after everything," Tony muttered, "Deadpool is basically an intern."
Natasha's eyebrow twitched slightly.
Tony suddenly looked at her again.
"Wait a second."
He pointed at her.
"Aren't you his ex-wife?"
The room went silent again.
Natasha stared at Tony without blinking.
…
As a professional spy, Natasha had used many different identities over the years.
From her training in the Red Room to her time in S.H.I.E.L.D., she had played countless roles.
Sometimes that meant pretending to be someone's girlfriend.
Sometimes someone's fiancée.
Sometimes even someone's wife.
So technically speaking…
She had quite a few "ex-husbands."
But she was absolutely certain of one thing.
None of them were as unforgettable as Deadpool.
And it wasn't because of his face.
It was because of his mouth.
Natasha spoke calmly.
"I have no idea why he keeps saying that."
Her voice remained perfectly serious.
"But I've only known him for a few days."
Ethan covered his face with one hand.
That really did sound exactly like something Deadpool would say.
Just like the earlier rumor he spread about Ethan wetting his pants.
Tony sighed heavily.
Then he turned toward another man sitting nearby.
"Rhodes."
"Anything from the military?"
Colonel James Rhodes shook his head.
"No information," he replied.
He paused for a moment before continuing.
"But if the military really was involved…"
His tone became more serious.
"…the order would be coming from far above my level."
He shrugged slightly.
"At the end of the day, I'm just an Air Force colonel."
Tony clenched his fists.
Then suddenly stood up.
"I'm calling Obadiah."
His voice carried obvious frustration.
"If someone kidnapped Wade, there's a good chance it's him."
Before Tony could walk away, Natasha reached out and stopped him.
"No need."
Her voice was calm.
Too calm.
"I already visited him."
Tony froze.
Natasha's expression was cold.
"I can guarantee," she said quietly, "he knows nothing."
Tony slowly sat back down.
A chill ran down his spine.
If Natasha Romanoff said she had "visited" someone…
That usually meant the conversation had been extremely unpleasant.
Tony sighed again and ran his fingers through his hair.
"It's not the military."
"It's not S.H.I.E.L.D."
"It's not Obadiah."
Tony muttered under his breath.
"Then where the hell did you go, Wade?"
---
Dark Dimension — Junkyard
A very different scene was unfolding somewhere far away.
Black Deadpool lay flat on the ground.
His face looked completely defeated.
His mouth was stuffed so full he could barely breathe.
Next to him, Deadpool held a spoon and continued feeding him.
"Come on," Deadpool said cheerfully.
"Eat more. Good little Wilson needs to grow big and strong."
Black Deadpool rolled sideways desperately to avoid the spoon.
"Grandma!"
His voice sounded miserable.
"I can't eat anymore! I really can't!"
He struggled to swallow the noodles and meat in his mouth.
"Damn it," he groaned.
"I've always been the one feeding other people meat!"
By now he had realized something.
The meat Deadpool had cooked earlier…
Wasn't his own flesh.
It was beef.
That idiot must have secretly swapped it while he wasn't paying attention.
Black Deadpool clenched his fists angrily.
"Damn it!"
"We're both Deadpool!"
"Why do you get a Four-Dimensional Pocket and I don't?!"
Deadpool shrugged.
"Well," he replied casually, "the people you feed meat to usually don't swallow it."
Black Deadpool thought for a moment.
"That's true," he admitted.
"Usually they just drink the soup."
Then his eyes suddenly lit up.
"Wait!"
He sat up excitedly.
"If you stole Doraemon's Four-Dimensional Pocket…"
"Does it have the Anywhere Door?"
"Or a time machine?"
Deadpool rolled his eyes.
"Do you think I actually enjoy spending time here with you?"
Black Deadpool puffed out his chest proudly.
"Well, who knows?"
"I'm handsome, charming, and a great conversationalist."
"It's perfectly normal for you to fall in love with me at first sight."
Deadpool stared at him in disbelief.
"I have never seen someone so shameless."
"Bullshit," Black Deadpool replied instantly.
"You see him every time you look in the mirror."
Deadpool crossed his arms.
"My pee is too yellow. I can't see anything."
Black Deadpool ignored him and began digging through the junkyard.
Deadpool watched him curiously.
"What are you doing?"
Black Deadpool answered while rummaging through broken scraps of clothing.
"You shredded my battle suit earlier."
"I need materials to repair it."
Deadpool raised an eyebrow.
"Wait… all your equipment comes from the junkyard?"
"Of course."
Black Deadpool held up several torn pieces of cloth and a sewing kit.
"This place is full of garbage from civilizations Dormammu devoured."
He began stitching the cloth carefully.
"There's basically everything here."
"New piles appear every once in a while."
Deadpool looked around again.
Then suddenly noticed something strange.
Several giant spotlights were illuminating the junkyard.
"Wait," Deadpool said.
"I honestly didn't notice those before."
Black Deadpool snorted.
"Exactly."
He removed his mask while sewing.
Then looked at Deadpool deeply.
"Your eyes are only focused on me."
Deadpool gagged.
"Ugh!"
"You made me throw up in my mask!"
Black Deadpool burst into laughter.
"Hahaha! Serves you right!"
---
Several Days Later
The two Deadpools lay side by side on the ground.
The Dark Dimension remained eerily quiet.
Deadpool suddenly spoke.
"Hey."
"There's something I've wanted to ask you for a while."
Black Deadpool yawned.
"That's what happens when you're over a hundred years old."
"Ask away. I'll take pity on you."
"Consider it charity for an elderly scavenger."
Deadpool ignored the insult.
"You said the Ancient One threw you here."
"Yeah," Black Deadpool replied.
"That damned old hag said it was some kind of trial for joining Kamar-Taj."
Then she just dumped me here."
The moment he heard the phrase old hag, Black Deadpool almost reached for his sword.
But he forced himself to stop.
He had learned his lesson.
He couldn't beat this Deadpool.
Not even close.
Getting chopped into pieces was one thing.
But then he would have to sew his battle suit again afterward.
It wasn't worth the effort.
Deadpool continued thinking.
"If it's a trial," he said slowly, "there should be a goal."
"Did she tell you anything else?"
Black Deadpool shook his head.
Deadpool frowned deeply.
He tried to recall the moment when the Ancient One sent him here.
Something strange had happened back then.
It felt like something had been placed inside his mind.
Deadpool scratched his head.
That damned old hag.
She actually shoved something into his brain without asking.
What did she think this was?
A movie?
Scary Movie?
Deadpool closed his eyes and began searching through his memories.
Suddenly—
His eyes snapped open.
He jumped up excitedly and slapped his thigh.
"I FOUND IT!"
Black Deadpool sat up instantly.
"What did you find?!"
Deadpool grinned.
"Teleportation Magic Explained."
"That old hag shoved the entire instruction manual into my brain!"
At that exact moment—
The air in front of Deadpool suddenly rippled.
Space twisted.
Then, out of nowhere…
Two Sling Rings slowly appeared, floating in front of him.
Deadpool stared at them.
"…Huh."
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