Melting Pot Concept in Marvel

"Oh my God! Sh*t! F**k!"

"Stop right there!"

"My sword!!"

Out on the empty road, Deadpool's wretched screams echoed. Aaron's hands seemed like the jaws of a hungry demon, devouring Deadpool's prized blade right before his eyes. Staring in disbelief, Deadpool could almost hear chewing noises—"crunch, crunch," like biting into crispy chicken.

"No, no—my sword!!!"

He was in utter agony—beaten half to death, mission unfulfilled, and now his precious sword gone as well. This deal was a total bust, even his metaphorical underwear was lost. Eyes welling up, he howled in both mind and soul.

Aaron, meanwhile, was prepared for a possible counterattack. Deadpool's eyes grew bloodshot; somehow, his legs had already regenerated, muscles tensed like a hunting leopard's. Then, in the next instant, he twisted his body, did a quick cat-roll, and dove into an open manhole—vanishing into the stinking darkness below.

Aaron hopped forward, swallowing the idea of chasing him, but a rush of a hundred foul smells assaulted his heightened senses, almost knocking him out.

"Cr*p—literally!"

He quickly turned away, shutting off his enhanced smell. That instant alone was enough to make him almost see his ancestors.

Noticing a trail of blood on the ground, Aaron's eyes lit up.

"Might as well not let it go to waste."

Muttering that, he extended his palm to the ground: "Smelt for me!"

The Primordial Furnace swallowed up the bloodstains.

[Super Healing (Wade Winston Wilson)]: Similar ability detected, merged. You now possess a far greater healing factor. Even if only the tiniest fragment of you remains, you can slowly regenerate (recovery time depends on available energy).

[Swordsmanship]: You have inherited Deadpool's transcendent dual-blade technique. Splitting bullets in midair becomes child's play.

[Pseudo–Fourth Wall (Deadpool's Quirk)]: Occasionally, you can peek into the storylines of parallel universes, and sometimes sense the illusory world beyond the pseudo–fourth wall—gaining knowledge of secrets unknown to others.

[Body of Adamantium (Modified)]: Your body has gained an adamantium-like toughness. Even at 500,000°C, you remain unscathed (though beware specialized weaponry or more terrifying attacks).

Jackpot! Aaron beamed with delight. Just as he'd anticipated, even someone's blood was enough to let him smelt and extract the other party's concept or traits. So satisfying!

He'd already been outrageously strong; now, with an adamantium-level "steel body," he was practically unbreakable. At least with current human technology, nothing could harm him. Unless he was smack-dab in the center of a nuclear blast, he wouldn't be hurt—and even then he might survive. Maybe he really could go for a dip in the sun?

Of course, he knew that in Marvel, even the strongest have their weaknesses—there's no perfect defense short of omniscience, omnipotence, and surpassing all concepts. But he wasn't discouraged. By now, if Wolverine showed up, he could barely scratch Aaron, who was far too strong compared to Logan's lesser brute force. It might take someone like Thanos to leave a mark, and even then no one would be slicing him in half so easily anymore.

Coupled with Deadpool's souped-up healing factor, Aaron's survivability skyrocketed. The only caveat was, given his massive body mass and superhuman strength, if he were reduced to a single cell, the energy required to regenerate would be billions of times more than Deadpool or Wolverine typically needed. Perhaps, in such a scenario, he'd have to soak up sunlight for ages before fully recovering.

"Then again, maybe not!" Aaron mused.

"I'm constantly absorbing solar energy—even at a cellular level. By the time it matters, each cell of mine might be as strong as I am now."

Finally, Aaron glanced at the new pseudo–fourth wall ability. Now he understood why Deadpool always knew so many bizarre details, including future events; it also explained all the weird stuff in Deadpool 2. It didn't look 100% reliable, but oh well—he'd worry about it once he got his hands on the real fourth wall.

Just then Felicia came running up to check if Aaron was hurt. In the car earlier, she'd sensed danger approaching but hadn't been able to do much about it—she was, well, occupied. Once Aaron acted, there was no chance for her to join in, and after that, she was busy "protecting certain…valuables." So, ironically, she needed Aaron's protection more than he needed her help—leaving her feeling dejected.

"Sorry, Boss, I'm useless…"

She hung her head, eyes on the bloodstains on Aaron's clothes.

Aaron didn't blame her. He had no desire to run around naked in front of some other guy, and besides, that might crush someone's fragile confidence. He lifted Felicia's chin.

"If you know you're useless, then be ready to fulfill your proper duties next time, got it?"

Felicia murmured a yes, then glanced at the wreckage of their battleground, making a silent vow to improve.

Aaron, meanwhile, glanced at the severed remains of his Rolls-Royce's front end. One slash all the way through, courtesy of Deadpool. He sent Norman an email in a single mental command, attaching a photo, telling him to have people come clean it up—and to investigate a certain Wade Winston Wilson. The man wanted his hand? Well, let him see how that turns out. Even if the two adamantium swords counted as some sort of compensation, that didn't matter: they were Aaron's spoils.

If not for needing to catch up with Kate—and maybe have a chat with Barbara—he'd have chased Deadpool down to show him that nobody can escape his sight.

When Aaron turned back to Felicia, he said, "Didn't you say you'd studied yoga and could do all sorts of advanced moves? How about Car Flying in Midair?"

"Huh?"

"Ahh—aaaaahh!"

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