Location: Washington D.C. – White House Lawn, Post-Obama Speech
The lawn was chaos. Reporters scattered, Secret Service scrambled to secure POTUS, and cameras still rolled as the world watched live. The words "meta-humans," "vampires," and "gods" hadn't even finished echoing across the globe before bullets tried to silence them.
Logan stood over the President, claws out, chest wound already knitting together. His snarl vibrated in the air, daring anyone to come closer.
And from the edge of the rooftop smoke — the Winter Soldier emerged.
Deadpool Commentary Mode (Sports Announcer):
"AND WELCOME BACK, ladies and gentlemen, to tonight's main event! In the red corner, weighing in at 'way too much Canadian angst,' it's WOLVERINE! And in the blue corner, fresh from a seventy-year cryo-nap and still rocking that tragic Russian fashion sense, it's the WINTER SOLDIER!"
The Soldier raised his rifle, switching to single shots. Each crack echoed like a drumbeat. Logan rolled, claws slicing sparks off the marble, then lunged forward.
Deadpool:
"OHHH, NICE dodge from Wolvie! Look at that footwork, folks — light on his toes like a murderous ballerina. Eat your heart out, Swan Lake!"
The two collided in a spray of debris — Logan's claws against Bucky's cybernetic arm. Sparks lit the air, the sound like a buzzsaw chewing through rebar.
Deadpool:
"Claws versus commie chrome, ROUND TWO! And oh, what a clash! You can smell the testosterone from space! NASA's reporting a spike, people!"
Steel finally stepped forward, circuits glowing along his arms. His presence crackled through the chaos, drawing the eye of every camera.
"Enough," he said, voice flat but amplified, a subtle wave of electromagnetic force making nearby rifles click and jam.
The Winter Soldier hesitated — just for a moment. That pause was all Logan needed. With a guttural roar, he tackled Bucky into the concrete steps, claws slashing sparks across the Soldier's mask.
Deadpool:
"And the crowd goes WILD! Wolverine with the takedown — that's Canadian hockey energy right there, baby! He's going for the mask, folks! You know the rules — rip it off, and you win by humiliation!"
Secret Service agents surged forward, finally getting Obama into the armored limo. Helicopters beat the air above as SWAT teams swarmed the perimeter.
But Bucky was already pulling back. Smoke grenades hissed. Within seconds, the Winter Soldier vanished into the chaos — leaving only the echo of gunfire and the lingering fear that this was only the beginning.
Logan snarled, retracting his claws. "Next time, bub," he growled to the shadows.
Steel's neon eyes dimmed slightly, watching the smoke drift. "There will be a next time," he murmured. "And the world won't be ready."
Deadpool (Final Commentary):
"AND THAT'S THE GAME, folks! Wolverine wins by… well, let's call it 'technical retreat.' Winter Soldier lives to brood another day! The President's alive, democracy's… kinda alive, and I'm starving. Somebody order tacos before Hydra does. Good night, Americaaaa!"