The terrorists were completely stunned by the sudden appearance of the two figures descending from the sky.
For a moment, the entire square fell silent.
Every pair of eyes stared at the armored man and the masked figure who had landed beside Ethan.
Tony Stark glanced around calmly. The repulsor in his palm glowed with bright blue energy, gathering power rapidly.
He tilted his head slightly toward Deadpool.
"I'll deal with them," Tony said casually. "You protect Ethan and get him out of here."
"No problem, right?"
Deadpool stretched his neck lazily.
"Of course," he replied confidently.
"I swear, no one will harm him today before I die."
He paused dramatically.
"Just like no one can occupy Paris before France surrenders."
Deadpool tapped his chest proudly.
"And I… don't die."
Ethan blinked.
"…What?"
That sounded heroic.
But the example felt extremely strange.
---
One of the terrorists finally snapped out of the shock.
"Fire! FIRE!!!"
He raised his rifle and roared.
But before his finger could pull the trigger—
BOOM!
His head exploded like a smashed watermelon.
The body dropped instantly.
The terrorists finally realized what was happening.
Gunfire erupted everywhere.
Bullets screamed through the air toward Tony and Deadpool.
Inside the Mark III armor, Jarvis had already locked onto every hostile target in the square.
Tony didn't even flinch.
"Deploy countermeasures," he said calmly.
Click.
The shoulder armor of the suit suddenly opened.
Twelve miniature tracking missiles shot out instantly.
Within seconds—
Twelve explosions.
Twelve terrorists collapsed.
---
"Follow me!" Deadpool shouted.
He drew his twin swords and rushed forward.
Ethan stumbled behind him as they ran through the battlefield.
Gunfire roared constantly around them.
Yet every time a bullet flew toward them—
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
Deadpool's blades intercepted them with impossible speed.
The crisp metallic sound echoed repeatedly.
In the middle of the chaos, Ethan felt something strange.
Safety.
A deep sense of security.
Just like back then…
Inside the cave.
---
Meanwhile, in the center of the square, Tony Stark was turning the battlefield into absolute chaos.
Repulsor blasts tore through the terrorists' ranks.
Bullets ricocheted harmlessly off the Mark III armor.
In a corner of the battlefield, one terrorist quietly raised an RPG launcher.
His eyes gleamed.
He aimed directly at Tony's back.
But before he could fire—
BOOM!
A sudden explosion erupted behind him.
Tony turned around in surprise.
Only a scorched crater remained where the terrorist had been standing.
Broken RPG fragments scattered across the ground.
A voice spoke calmly through Tony's communication system.
Natasha.
"You're welcome," she said lazily.
"That was the pretty little bird."
Tony looked up at the sky.
But he saw nothing.
Stealth technology.
He smirked inside the helmet.
"Supersonic speed, vertical takeoff, hovering, stealth capability…"
"The girl Wade brought definitely has an interesting background."
Tony shook his head slightly.
"This damn sound is killing me, Jarvis."
He paused.
"If I wanted to pursue her, do you think Wade would get angry?"
Jarvis responded calmly.
"Sir, Miss Pepper would be very sad."
Tony sighed.
"Relax. I was joking."
---
Outside the town, a terrorist tank finally noticed the disturbance.
The heavy vehicle rumbled toward the town center.
Its cannon slowly rotated toward the battlefield.
But before it even entered firing range—
A miniature missile streaked down from the sky.
BOOM!
The tank exploded violently.
The turret flipped into the air before crashing back to the ground.
---
With Tony attacking from the ground and Natasha providing aerial support, the terrorists were completely overwhelmed.
They had no time to pursue Deadpool and Ethan.
---
Ethan's House
Inside his small home, Ethan finally collapsed onto the sofa.
His body felt completely drained.
He lay there like a rag doll, barely able to move.
Deadpool sheathed his swords and sighed dramatically.
"The essence of humanity," he declared, "is basically a banana."
"It can rot without warning."
Ethan stared at the ceiling silently.
After a moment, he spoke.
"I killed someone."
He swallowed.
"Four people."
Deadpool shrugged.
"Yeah, I noticed."
"The blood on the floor was pretty obvious."
"Like spinach stuck between someone's teeth."
Ethan immediately covered his mouth.
Deadpool sighed and patted his shoulder.
"You're a hero, buddy."
Ethan frowned.
"Didn't you say it takes four or five moments to become a hero?"
Deadpool grinned.
"Well, didn't you step forward in the square?"
He hadn't personally seen the moment Ethan surrendered himself.
But judging from Ethan's clothing and the situation, it was easy to guess what had happened.
Ethan sighed.
"I thought you'd call me foolish."
Deadpool shook his head.
"A foolish hero is still a hero."
"Just like…"
He paused thoughtfully.
"No matter how weird it sounds, a Mexican burrito with spaghetti is still a burrito."
Ethan laughed weakly.
"I actually want to try that."
Deadpool nodded.
"When we get back to Los Angeles, I'll cook one for you personally."
Ethan smiled faintly.
"Thank you."
"And thank Tony too."
Deadpool suddenly sat down beside him.
"So…"
"As thanks, can you answer one question?"
Ethan nodded.
"Sure."
Deadpool slowly removed his mask.
Then he stared directly into Ethan's eyes.
"Did you just pee your pants?"
Ethan answered instantly.
"No!"
Deadpool sniffed the air suspiciously.
"Then why do I smell urine?"
Ethan instinctively covered his crotch.
"That's impossible!"
Deadpool waved his hand.
"Relax."
"If you did, it's not a big deal."
"In a life-or-death situation, what's wrong with wetting your pants?"
"I promise I won't laugh."
Ethan sighed heavily.
"…Alright."
"Just a little."
Deadpool exploded with laughter.
"HAHAHAHA!"
Ethan's face turned red.
"It was only a little!"
"When men get older, these things happen!"
"And it was a life-or-death situation!"
Deadpool kept laughing uncontrollably.
"HAHAHAHA!"
Ethan covered his face helplessly.
But behind his hand…
A faint smile appeared.
Maybe…
He had family again.
People who would stand in front of him when danger came.
---
Back in the Town Square
The smell of gunpowder slowly faded.
The battlefield was a mess.
Tony stood in the center of the square.
The Mark III armor was covered in dense bullet marks, enough to make anyone with trypophobia faint.
Tony looked around at the scattered corpses.
Suddenly his stomach twisted.
He dropped to one knee and began vomiting violently.
Thankfully Jarvis automatically opened the faceplate.
Otherwise Tony would have thrown up inside the suit.
He vomited for several minutes.
Eventually nothing remained except bitter stomach acid.
Only then did Tony manage to stand again.
He wiped his mouth weakly.
Then he remembered something.
Deadpool had killed all the terrorists in the cave earlier without changing his expression.
Afterward, he had joked like nothing happened.
Tony shook his head.
"That guy is a complete pervert."
He looked down at his dirty hands.
"Damn it…"
Suddenly a small voice spoke behind him.
Tony jumped slightly and turned around.
A boy about eleven or twelve years old stood there quietly.
He held out a sealed bottle of mineral water.
Jarvis translated.
"Sir, he wishes to give you the water."
Tony took the bottle gently.
"Thanks, kid."
He opened it and washed his hands and face.
Around him, the townspeople slowly emerged from hiding.
They stared at Tony with awe.
When Tony finished cleaning up, he gently ruffled the boy's hair.
Then the Mark III faceplate closed again.
Moments later—
Tony blasted into the sky.
---
Ethan's House
Tony pushed open the door casually.
"Hey guys," he said.
"Did I miss anything interesting?"
Ethan glared at Deadpool with the fury of a demon.
Deadpool shrugged.
"Nope."
Tony nodded.
"Good."
He walked over and sat down on a single sofa.
CREAK…
BOOM!
The sofa collapsed instantly under the weight of the Mark III armor.
Tony stared at the broken furniture.
"…Don't look at me."
He sighed.
"The Mark IV really needs a feature that allows me to remove the suit easily."
"This is incredibly inconvenient."
Then Tony looked around the room.
"By the way…"
"Where's your little mistress?"
"Isn't she coming down to rest?"
Deadpool corrected him immediately.
"Ex-wife."
Tony blinked in disbelief.
"Your ex-wife came to help you voluntarily?"
Deadpool grinned proudly.
"What do you think?"
"Impressed?"
Tony shook his head.
"So where is she?"
Deadpool shrugged.
"Probably already gone back to write reports."
After all, Natasha was a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent flying a S.H.I.E.L.D. aircraft.
It would be inconvenient for her to appear publicly in a war-torn country.
Tony crossed his arms.
"Alright."
"So how are you getting back?"
Deadpool froze.
"…Oh."
Right.
How was he getting back?
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