Melting Pot Concept in Marvel

After clocking in that morning,

Aaron spent midday with Felicia in the company's private dining room.

They said the chef was a five-star hotel chef, and Norman had even specially brought in a Sichuan cuisine expert just for Aaron, so he could have a taste of home.

Though his old home wasn't that far (just across an ocean), Aaron knew this world wasn't the same as his old one; even returning to old familiar places wouldn't bring back "the other him." Plus, with the mighty "harmonizing" force looking down from on high, he wasn't about to risk disappearing in a puff of smoke to go back.

Having arranged all necessary tasks, Aaron left the company with Felicia to find Kate.

But out by the company entrance, one of the former board members was waiting. Aaron remembered the man's face but not his name—he didn't care to.

"Chairman!" The man hurried over with an uneasy smile. "I… May I continue working at Oscorp?"

Aaron raised an eyebrow. The "rat" quickly continued,

"The company is at a life-or-death juncture. As someone who was once part of management, I have deep love for this place!

"When I went home, I thought it over. I actually gave myself a slap in the face! How could I have been so shameless, letting others mislead me into hurting company unity and security?!

"So I've decided: I'll sink or swim with the company! No matter how people on the outside slander us or look down on us, I'll follow your lead and stick with Oscorp!

"Of course, the board no longer needs to exist. I'm willing to be just a cog in the wheel—a brick to be moved wherever I'm needed. Only one voice should remain in the company—yours, Chairman!"

The "rat's" chubby face was covered in a flattering grin, brimming with eagerness.

Aaron shook his head. "You realize you look just like a clown?"

The rat patted his chest. "You're absolutely right! Actually, I heard they're filming a big Joker movie. Since you say so, I'll go audition—maybe time for a career change!"

Oh-ho, so this rat's got some skill. He can bend and scrape to get his way, bearing humiliation with ease. A real antihero type—asking for death indeed!

Aaron kept smiling, giving the man a pat on the shoulder. "But you've already signed the contract. We're processing your payment as we speak, so as for the company's affairs… no need for you to worry."

"You're definitely not getting your shares back, but if you want a position, there is room in the company for you."

With that, Aaron left. He hardly believed the man had "seen the light" or truly cared about Oscorp.

Likely it was one of two reasons: either word got out about Dr. Connors' limb-regeneration success or about Norman's late-night meeting with those rich folks battling old age or cancer. Realizing Oscorp isn't a sinking ship but rather a rocket to the stars, they scurried back in.

Still, that's all Aaron's money—put out a hand, he'll cut your hand off; put out your head, he'll chop your head off. No negotiating.

As for that particular rat, Aaron's smile turned cold. After Aaron left, the rat made a phone call, just saying, "Begin the operation." Clearly, someone was still scheming.

Aaron climbed into the car, expression impassive. Sensing his mood, Felicia leaned in to comfort him. But as soon as they started the engine, a sudden explosion went off behind them, followed by clamoring voices:

"His phone exploded!!"

"Kennedy the board member's head is all busted up!"

"Call an ambulance! Maybe we can save him!"

"Boss? That guy looks dead…" Felicia mumbled nervously.

"Focus on the road," Aaron said. "It's just a rat."

He fully understood what happened—he was the one who caused that phone to explode. It only took a single thought. Everyone's using high-end smartphones; you're the only one with a "Four-Star" brand. Who else would blow up if not you?

By slightly boosting the battery's temperature—boom goes the phone, problem solved. Aaron even generously "warmed up" the man's skull a bit. If that didn't kill him, it'd mean he was some regenerating mutant.

…

While they were halfway down the road, Aaron's brow twitched. "Watch out!"

He yanked the busy Felicia up in one hand and slammed through the car roof. His right hand shot out spider silk to latch onto a streetlamp. In the next second, someone crashed down from above, slicing the specially-made bulletproof Rolls-Royce clean in two!

"Hey, buddy! You shoot webs like a spider? That's awesome!" came a loud, showy voice. "Or is it more like a silkworm? Should I call you 'Spider-Man'? Or maybe 'Silkworm-Man'?"

Peering down, Aaron spotted a figure in a tight red bodysuit, wearing a form-fitting mask, who seemed to have twisted his back doing such an oversized move. He was rubbing his waist, mumbling.

"Deadpool?" Aaron muttered.

"Wow, I never expected you, the rumored 'Devil Guy,' would know my codename! I'm so honored!" the figure exclaimed. "Damn, maybe you're a fan? I'm so famous among America's upper crust now, huh? Guess I should carry around two pens, one for backup so I can sign autographs… So do you want one? I can sign your face, your palm, or if you're into freaky stuff, maybe your butt…"

While rambling, Deadpool adjusted his waist and limped toward Aaron, his special-material dual blades slicing the streetlamp as if it were tofu.

"You might be my fan, but could you just stand still so I can chop you once? Don't worry, my blade's real quick, you won't even feel it. Just one hand—my client wants to teach you a lesson while leaving your head so you can keep making money. Come on, no need to be scared… you won't die.

"This is the first time I've met a client so generous—one million for a single hand! Sorry, pal…"

Every slash of Deadpool's blades was accompanied by a torrent of chatter. His mouth went off like a machine gun, though no one knew how he kept it in sync with his blisteringly fast swordsmanship.

Aaron, one arm around Felicia, effortlessly dodged and weaved. Even if Deadpool's blades could precisely intercept bullets, Aaron's super agility and spider sense let him evade without breaking a sweat.

"So my hand's worth just one million? That's the biggest insult!" Aaron said angrily. Only a million for his hand—some fool was underestimating him big time. Probably that "Kennedy" guy. No biggie—he was as good as dead now.

Also…

"You owe me a car!!" Aaron snarled, voice dripping with menace. He let go of Felicia with his free arm and, in a snake-like movement, lunged forward. In the midst of Deadpool's slashing blades, Aaron used a bizarre, fluid motion to catch both swords simultaneously—sliding his index and middle finger on one blade, ring and pinky on the other.

"What the fk?!**" Deadpool blurted.

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