Before Deadpool could even run two proper steps, the screeching sound of brakes tore through the street like a blade.
A yellow taxi burst past him at reckless speed. Its windshield was riddled with bullet holes, glass cracked like a spiderweb. The driver clearly had no interest in traffic laws—or survival statistics.
Right behind it ran a man.
Now, Deadpool rarely described another man as "curvy." In fact, he avoided the word entirely when possible.
But the man chasing that taxi?
Broad shoulders. Narrow waist. Perfect posture. Powerful legs.
Yes.
Very curvy.
Deadpool blinked once.
Then twice.
"Oh," he muttered under his mask. "I know this world."
Captain America: The First Avenger.
Inside the speeding taxi, Raymond—publicly known as Craig, a minor official within the U.S. State Department—gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned pale.
In truth, he was a HYDRA agent embedded deep inside American government structure.
Just days earlier, he had received direct orders from his leader, Johann Schmidt—the infamous Red Skull.
His mission:
Sabotage the Strategic Scientific Reserve's super soldier program.
Retrieve a sample of the serum.
Eliminate Dr. Abraham Erskine.
He had succeeded in most of it.
Dr. Erskine was dead.
The serum sample was secured.
The Americans had managed to produce one super soldier—but only one.
If he could escape the country now and return to HYDRA, promotion and recognition were guaranteed.
But then—
He looked in the rearview mirror.
And saw him.
The scrawny young recruit who had entered the laboratory.
Now transformed.
Muscular.
Relentless.
Steve Rogers.
Raymond cursed under his breath.
Steve was closing the distance.
His long strides chewed up pavement effortlessly. Even at high speed, the taxi provided Raymond with zero comfort.
Suddenly—
Steve leaped onto the roof of a nearby moving car.
Rolled.
Then launched himself onto the taxi's roof with a heavy thud.
The vehicle shook violently.
Raymond's heart pounded.
Without hesitation, he yanked the steering wheel sharply left and slammed the accelerator.
The engine roared.
The tires screamed.
The car fishtailed into a narrow alley.
Steve nearly lost his footing, but grabbed the door frame and crouched low to stabilize himself.
Raymond pulled out his pistol and fired upward through the roof.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
Steve dodged instinctively.
A large truck suddenly barreled into the intersection from the right.
Too fast.
Too late.
The truck smashed into the rear of the taxi.
The vehicle flipped.
Metal shrieked.
Glass exploded.
The taxi rolled violently before crashing onto its side.
Raymond, bleeding and dazed, kicked the door open and stumbled out.
He fired blindly toward Steve to create distance.
Then he ran.
As he rounded a corner near the port district, he grabbed a small boy from the sidewalk and dragged him into an alley.
He clamped a hand over the child's mouth and leaned against the wall, breathing heavily.
"Hey buddy," a voice suddenly said from the side, "if I may ask politely… are you a priest?"
Raymond spun and fired immediately.
The bullet whizzed past a red-and-black suited figure standing a few steps away.
Two neon katanas crossed on his back. Pistols at his waist. Mask expressive despite having no real expression.
Deadpool.
"Don't shoot," Deadpool said, raising his hands dramatically. "I was just asking."
Raymond pressed his gun harder against the boy's head.
"Throw your weapon over here," he barked, "or I kill him!"
Deadpool looked offended.
"I said don't do that."
He leaned closer, lowering his voice.
Then suddenly raised his fist.
"Hail HYDRA."
Raymond froze.
"What?"
"Hail HYDRA," Deadpool repeated more confidently.
Raymond's eyes lit up.
"Did the leader send you?"
"Yes," Deadpool nodded smoothly.
In one fluid motion, he took the child from Raymond's grip and gently pinched the back of his neck.
The boy fainted instantly.
"For security reasons," Deadpool continued calmly, "the plan has changed. You will escape visibly by boat and act as a distraction. I will covertly return the serum to our great leader."
Raymond hesitated.
Deadpool stepped closer and saluted properly.
"Everything is for HYDRA."
Raymond's face flushed with fanatic pride.
"Hail HYDRA!"
He reached inside his coat and carefully removed a slender glass tube filled with glowing blue liquid.
The super soldier serum.
He extended it halfway.
Then stopped.
"What's my real name?" he demanded suddenly.
Deadpool paused internally.
Who in the world remembers random HYDRA extra names?
"Give it here," Deadpool snapped impatiently.
In a blur of movement, he grabbed the serum and punched Raymond square in the mouth.
Teeth scattered across the pavement.
Before Raymond could react, Deadpool kicked him around the corner.
Directly into Steve Rogers.
Steve caught the flying body instinctively.
Recognizing the HYDRA agent instantly, he locked him in a powerful hold.
Raymond struggled, but Steve's newly enhanced strength was overwhelming.
Steve searched his coat.
Nothing.
He flipped Raymond over and punched him.
"Where is it? Where's the serum?"
Raymond spat blood.
"You'll never find it," he hissed.
He hoped—desperately—that the strange red-suited man was truly HYDRA.
If so, the mission might still succeed.
Steve punched him again.
Raymond laughed hysterically through broken teeth.
"Cut off one head, two more shall take its place!"
"Hail HYDRA!"
His laughter echoed through the alley.
Steve delivered one final punch.
Raymond went limp.
Unconscious.
Steve stood there breathing heavily.
Something was wrong.
The serum was gone.
He scanned the alley.
Empty.
No sign of the red-suited figure.
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Somewhere Above
On a nearby rooftop, Deadpool examined the glowing blue vial under sunlight.
"Well," he said thoughtfully, "this is awkward."
He had just interfered with a major historical event.
The birth of Captain America.
HYDRA's expansion.
The future of the war.
He twirled the vial between his fingers.
"I love cheat codes," he muttered.
Then paused.
"Time travel plus experimental serum equals… extremely bad ideas."
He stared at it for several seconds.
Then shrugged.
"Eh."
Behind him, faint police sirens approached.
Deadpool slipped the vial into his pouch.
"Let's not rewrite history too much," he said casually.
But history had already shifted.
Because now—
There was a version of this timeline where Deadpool possessed the only remaining sample of the super soldier serum.
And somewhere in the shadows—
HYDRA would soon realize.
One head had been cut off.
And something far more unpredictable had grown in its place.