"Surprising… This MCU universe really is full of excitement."
In front of Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris, Deadpool stood in his nano battle suit. The massive hole in the armor around his chest was rapidly repairing itself.
Despite having his heart pierced by the Holy Sword of Vishanti, Deadpool was still alive and grinning with that familiar, maddening expression.
"What the hell… according to the plan, you should be dead by now,"
said Captain America, Steve Rogers, looking genuinely stunned.
According to the plan made with Future Tony Stark, stabbing Allens through the heart with a magical weapon should have killed him instantly.
"Captain America Rogers from the future," Deadpool's armor spoke automatically, Allens' pre-recorded voice echoing coldly, full of mockery.
"You must be wondering why I'm still alive."
"I… am immortal."
Spreading his arms, Allens' simulated face twisted into a smirk — proud and emotionless, as if everything was unfolding exactly as planned.
Atop Stark Tower, Allens watched the holographic projection with a cold, calculating gaze. The sight of Rogers using Kamar-Taj magic surprised him slightly.
Still, he wanted to see how much more magic the Captain had learned. After all, the immortal Deadpool was the perfect test subject.
"Deadpool," Allens ordered, his tone flat but filled with dominance,
"didn't you always want to massacre the Marvel Universe? Then start with him."
His eyes glowed faintly as he activated his Mind Control Ability, using the neural-link device embedded within the nano suit. His consciousness surged into Deadpool's mind.
Buzz… Buzz…
Under Allens' mental control, Deadpool's mind rang like a struck bell. A strange voice echoed within him — his own voice, darker and more deranged.
"Massacre…"
Deadpool's tone turned icy. He raised both hands, and two nano blades extended from his palms.
"Captain America Rogers," he growled, stepping forward,
"I've killed a lot of people… but never a Captain who knows magic."
With a flash, Deadpool swung his right blade, slicing down toward Rogers.
Boom!
Rogers reacted instantly, thrusting his hand forward to conjure a magic shield that blocked Deadpool's strike. With his left hand, he traced a glowing circle — summoning a magic sword that slashed forward.
Clang!
Deadpool's left-hand blade cleaved straight through the conjured weapon.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Their strikes echoed through the plaza. Even for a battle-hardened warrior like Rogers, Deadpool's movements were too fast, too brutal. A powerful kick from Deadpool sent him flying backward.
"The Crimson Bands of Cyttorak!"
A glowing red sigil flared between Rogers' palms as he called upon energy from the Crimson Dimension. The power surged into his body, wrapping him in crimson light.
For a moment, his strength and speed multiplied. Rogers' form blurred as he reappeared in front of Deadpool, driving his fist forward.
Boom!
But even enhanced by Cyttorak's power, Rogers was still no match for the nano armor. Deadpool caught the blow and countered — his own punch sending Rogers crashing into the ground.
Deadpool's nano-blades retracted. In their place appeared twin plasma pistols. He leveled one at Rogers' head.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bleeding heavily, Rogers struggled to raise his hand. A glowing magic circle appeared before him, conjuring several spectral swords that pierced Deadpool's torso.
But Deadpool didn't flinch. Even impaled through the chest, his arm remained steady — his gun still trained on Rogers.
"Any last words, Captain Rogers?" Deadpool's voice was cold, like death itself whispering from hell.
This time, Allens didn't restrict Deadpool's words. His voice came through loud and clear — calm and cruel.
"This voice…" Rogers muttered weakly, staring at the mad grin twisting on Deadpool's face.
The magic sword impaling him ran straight through his skull — yet he was still moving. Still alive. Rogers felt an unfamiliar chill run down his spine.
"Exile!"
Rogers crossed his hands, touching Deadpool's chest. A swirling vortex of darkness burst open behind them.
"F*k… that aura… the Hell Dimension?!" Deadpool shouted, his eyes wide.
He knew that place well — a realm beyond the main universe. He'd been there before, exiled by gods themselves.
Rumble…
The vortex blazed with Hellfire, and whispers of tormented souls filled the air. Invisible hands reached out, dragging Deadpool in.
Whoosh!
The portal snapped shut, sealing Deadpool away once more in the Hell Dimension.
Captain Rogers exhaled shakily. Though Allens couldn't be killed, at least the immediate threat was gone. The main universe was safe — for now.
Staggering to his feet, Rogers winced in pain. His magic training gave him access to powerful spells, but nowhere near Doctor Strange's level.
Using banishment magic came at a terrible cost — he wouldn't be able to cast anything major again for months.
Back in Stark Tower, Allens' holographic display flickered off. The feed ended the moment Deadpool vanished into Hell.
Allens leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers thoughtfully.
"So… Captain Rogers had that kind of trump card, huh? Even I have to admit — that banishment magic is troublesome."
His eyes narrowed.
"Magic, huh? The sorcerers of Kamar-Taj are still out there… and the Ancient One's power isn't something I can face yet."
He turned toward the panoramic view of New York outside his tower window.
"The Thor storyline is about to unfold. I'll need a careful plan. Asgardian technology surpasses Earth's by millennia… and Loki — he's a magician too."
Allens smiled faintly.
"This is going to be… interesting."
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