On a deserted island somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean, Deadpool couldn't believe what he was seeing.
He had killed countless versions of Iron Man before — but none had ever made him feel genuine fear. The man standing in front of him did.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu—"
The small device clamped around Deadpool's neck was continuously sending neuron electric shocks through his system, paralyzing his vocal cords and silencing him completely. For someone like Deadpool, being unable to talk was the cruelest torture imaginable.
"Now," Allens said coldly, his mechanical eyes glowing faintly, "tell me — where did you come from?"
"I— F***k! I came from another Marvel universe," Deadpool blurted out uncontrollably. "My mission was to slaughter the entire Marvel multiverse!"
Under Allens' emotionless gaze, Deadpool's mouth kept spilling words against his will. It was as if someone had injected him with Veritaserum — and he hated that feeling.
"Oh… so it was you, the Deadpool who massacred the Marvel universes," Allens mused, his tone calm yet sharp. "So that's why you killed Ivan Vanko."
The mention of the "Marvel Massacre" incident flashed through Allens' mind, and his interest in Deadpool deepened.
"Shit!" Deadpool shouted, struggling against the device. "I've killed plenty of superheroes! Hell, I've killed dozens of Iron Men. But none of them had a face as cold as yours, Tony! You look more like a supervillain than Stark ever did!"
Even while half-crippled, Deadpool's mouth kept running, filling the island with his endless chatter.
Snap.
Annoyed, Allens raised a finger and snapped. The neural controller on Deadpool's neck pulsed, releasing another violent jolt of electricity that dropped Deadpool to the ground, twitching and smoking.
So that's why everyone hates him, Allens thought coldly.
He truly was unbearable.
Allens' enhanced mind — capable of processing thousands of thought patterns at once — made it impossible for him to ignore Deadpool's endless nonsense. Every irritating word hit his mind like static noise.
Clang.
The armor behind him rippled like liquid metal as Allens stepped out of it. The golden-red suit sealed itself again, its sleek design glowing faintly with blue energy — a masterpiece of power and precision.
"Oh, damn," Deadpool groaned weakly, slowly regenerating. "That's the coolest armor I've ever seen."
Despite his body still smoking and saliva dripping from his mouth, Deadpool forced himself upright, mumbling weakly, "Never seen a suit like that before. You upgrade, Tony? That your new Mark-whatever?"
Then, in classic Deadpool fashion, he lunged — swinging his twin Adamantium katanas toward Allens' neck.
Shhhh—!
The blades sliced through the air, generating twin sonic bursts — but they hit nothing.
Allens hadn't moved an inch. The air around him simply bent, deflecting the strikes as if reality itself refused to let Deadpool touch him.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Deadpool cried out, eyes wide. "Since when does Iron Man have superpowers? What the actual hell! Did I miss the DLC where Tony unlocks telekinesis?"
He flailed dramatically, spinning the swords again and again — but every strike met an invisible wall.
"Damn, Iron Man was supposed to be a genius in a tin can, not freakin' Professor X in armor!"
Deadpool's experience as a killer showed — his moves were fast, unpredictable, vicious. He had murdered superheroes and supervillains alike, catching them off guard with his reckless style.
But this time—
BOOM!
A single telekinetic shockwave blasted Deadpool off his feet, slamming him into a cliff wall so hard that his body embedded deep into the rock, bones shattering on impact.
For once, Deadpool couldn't move.
Allens calmly walked toward him. His armor shimmered, retracting and transforming until it revealed his true face — Allens, not Tony Stark.
Deadpool's one good eye widened in sheer horror.
"Bullshit... You— you're Lord Allens!?"
Allens' expression didn't change. "Hm? 'Lord Allens'? That's the second time I've heard someone call me that."
Deadpool's voice trembled. "F***k! This is the MCU universe! How the hell could God Lord Allens exist here!? Did I mess up my time jump again!?"
The fear in his voice was real.
Because Deadpool knew that name.
In one of the countless numbered Earths, God Lord Allens had descended from the heavens — twisting reality and bending every mind with divine power. It was that event that had created Deadpool's murderous alter ego — the mad consciousness that drove him to slaughter every Marvel universe he could find.
On that Earth, the name Allens was a nightmare — a living god who terrified even the strongest heroes and villains alike.
"'God Lord'? The only god I've heard of is Doctor Doom trying to play one," Allens said dryly.
He reached forward, gripping Deadpool's hood, and tore it off — revealing Wade's scarred, acid-burned face underneath.
"Oh no, no, no…" Deadpool stammered. "There's only one god-level name... and it's yours. Doctor Doom's not even close!"
His terrified eyes locked on Allens, who seemed to grow larger, darker, more divine with every second.
"Maybe," Allens said quietly, "the one you saw was my future self. Right now, I'm just Tony Stark."
He grabbed Deadpool by the collar effortlessly and lifted him off the ground, his voice cold and unshaken.
"Tony Stark turned into Allens... thank God it's not God Lord Allens again."
"Wait!" Deadpool gasped, eyes darting. "You— you're Brain Allens, aren't you? Oh, damn it, the genius who's basically a god! Sign my sword! That armor is— is freaking amazing!"
His voice rose to a nervous squeak as he pulled a marker out of his suit pocket, waving it desperately.
"And oh, oh, don't forget the Sentinels! Jean was a total disaster, man—"
"Sentinel, huh?" Allens interrupted, amused. His hand lifted slightly.
A pulse of pure telekinetic force erupted from his palm, condensing into a blade of psychic energy.
"Nice reference," he said flatly. "But before that— I'll be taking your Regenerative Healing Factor."
The telekinetic blade sliced through Deadpool's skull like butter.
Deadpool's head split open — yet he was still very much alive, his brain matter knitting itself back together even as he looked up in astonishment.
"Ohhh, God! You're doing that thing again! The 'see-how-everything-works' power!" Deadpool shouted, half-horrified, half-impressed. "Gotta say... way cooler than empathy-copying!"
Allens didn't respond. His expression was as calm and unreadable as ever — like a god dissecting a mortal curiosity.
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