Weapon X Shutdown — Border Facility
The smell of bleach and metal clung to the walls like guilt. Steel stepped over the unconscious guards, neon eyes dimmed so their reflections wouldn't bounce off the sterile glass. Rows of containment pods lined the corridor—empty now, but their scars lingered. Claw marks. Burnt edges. Places where things had struggled and lost.
Logan trailed behind him, claws half-extended, nostrils flaring with recognition. His jaw was set in stone. "Too many ghosts here, bub."
Steel slid a flash drive into the console. Data bled across the screen: files marked X23, Weapon Plus, Project Eraser, and other redacted nightmares. He copied everything.
Before they could leave, the shadows shifted. A feral figure launched itself across the hall. Small. Too small for the rage it carried.
Laura.
Two claws. A hiss of breath. Eyes that were equal parts wolf cub and cornered blade.
Logan reacted instinctively, slashing to parry, only to freeze as the wound sealed on her stomach almost instantly. "Kid…" His voice cracked, and for a moment the soldier slipped.
Sarah Kinney appeared seconds later, bronze skin drawn tight over exhaustion. "Laura, stop. He's not your enemy."
Steel's eyes flickered neon. He looked at Logan, then at Sarah. "Xavier. Now. I'll cover the trail. No more kids turned into experiments."
Logan grunted something like agreement and pulled Laura close. For the first time in a long while, his claws felt heavy.
Deadpool Commentary™:
"Family reunion, Weapon X edition: Dad with knives, daughter with smaller knives, and mom who deserves ten spa days. Cue the Lifetime movie trailer."
Global Fallout — After the White House Attack
The press called it the Day of Three Truths.
Mutants were real.Vampires were real.Gods were real.
President Obama's speech echoed across every screen. His words were calm but carried tectonic weight: meta-humans would soon make up the majority of humanity. Vampires would be regulated under the new "Meta Law." Gods would be treated as foreign entities unless they submitted to human laws or have been residing on earth collectively for at least 500 years.
The public was split. Some celebrated honesty. Others feared the unknown. Conspiracy forums exploded like fireworks. Preachers quoted Revelations. Stock markets wobbled.
SHIELD's phones burned with questions they couldn't answer. Fury Jr. crushed a whiskey glass in his palm, veins in his temple bulging as he muttered, "Composure. Always composure."
Hydra's underground forums whispered opportunity. If governments were flailing, someone else could step into control. And that someone would be them.
Deadpool Commentary™:
"Breaking news: Vampires confirmed. Gods confirmed. Mutants confirmed. Meanwhile, Florida Man still somehow scarier.""Also: can we get a round of applause for Obama casually saying, 'Yep, gods exist, and no, you don't have to worship them.' Legend."
Closing Scene — Baxter Building, Pre-Launch
While the world argued, another kind of storm was brewing.
Reed Richards bent over his detector, circuits glowing faint blue. Steel leaned beside him, hands crossed. "Filter the suits tighter. Cosmic radiation isn't just rays. It's whispers. And whispers change people."
Reed barely looked up. "You always talk like that?"
"Only when I don't want to be ignored," Steel replied with a faint smile.
Behind them, Johnny Storm was tossing a baseball in the air, Sue adjusted her medical kit, Ben grumbled about "tin cans in space," and Victor Von Doom stood silent, watching.
The countdown had already begun.
And no one—no one—knew what awaited them above the atmosphere.
Deadpool Commentary™ (Outro):
"Okay, so: Weapon X shut down (sort of), Obama drops lore bombs, and the Baxter kids are about to cosplay Star Trek with bonus accident insurance. Place your bets: stretchy man, rock man, fire boy, and invisible girl? Wrong. This time it's Remix Edition."