Colossus's composure instantly shattered: "Damn it, Wade! What are you doing? He's already dead!"
Putting his pistol away, Deadpool said in a 'why are you asking the obvious' tone: "I'm giving him a shot, isn't that what you just wanted?"
"But what I wanted was for you to shoot yourself in the Sun!"
"But I said I'd give him a shot, not myself."
"I just can't die, I'm not a pervert, why would I shoot myself for no reason."
"Then why were you pointing a gun at your own Sun just now?"
Deadpool spread his hands, tilting his head: "I felt like it, what's it to you?"
Colossus:... "We really need to talk, Wade."
"Talk about what? Love?"
Deadpool cupped his face with both hands, feigning surprise: "You finally came to your senses? My dear!"
"No, we need to talk about how you shouldn't kill people, and even more, you shouldn't desecrate corpses."
"Damn it!"
Deadpool once again pointed his gun at the corpse: "You're going to talk to me about this fake priest who molested little boys under the guise of exorcism?"
"Think about it with your clever brain, this priest, during the exorcism, held a Cross and a bible, his waist thrusting, roaring at the demon, 'Demon, get out of this child!'"
As he spoke, Deadpool exaggeratedly thrust his waist: "Then the demon roared back at the priest, 'Damn it, it's YOU who should get out of him!'"
"How terrifying is that scene?"
"But he shouldn't have died by your hand."
Thinking of that scene, Colossus paused, then quickly reacted, pointing at the corpse, his emotions a little agitated: "And you definitely shouldn't have shot his corpse!"
Bang.
A spray of blood splattered from the corpse again.
"What are you doing, Wade!!!"
Colossus, driven to near collapse by Deadpool, yelled: "Why did you shoot him again?"
"I swear to God, that shot was accidental."
Deadpool held up four fingers, enough space between them to fit a Universe: "And why are you so agitated? He can't possibly be your father."
"I heard it with my own ears, he can't even roll his tongue."
"He's already dead! Wade, you're desecrating a corpse!"
"Yes, he's already dead, and he doesn't feel pain, so these two shots caused him almost Zero harm, not even as much harm as you caused the building's Master by destroying the rooftop door."
"What?"
Momentarily bewildered by Deadpool's example, Colossus pointed at the door he had just anxiously crashed through: "How is that possible? It's just a door, I'll fix it and pay for it later."
"But what if that door was given to him by his deceased grandmother?"
Deadpool spread his hands: "How will you compensate?"
"How is that possible? What kind of grandmother would give her grandson a rooftop door?"
"Who knows?"
"Perhaps the grandmother gave him a room door, but after this kind old woman passed away, her grandson moved the door to the rooftop so she could be closer to heaven."
"Oh my, what touching family love, I'm almost in tears!"
Deadpool walked to the door, bent down, and pointed to the top of the door, which was facing away from Colossus, reading: "Gifted in 1985 by my dear grandmother — Stefan Kapisic."
"You're lying, that's clearly a male name, and it doesn't sound good at all."
"I'm not lying, if you don't believe me, come and see for yourself."
"Damn it, if that's true, then I really need to apologize to the building's Master."
Seeing Deadpool's serious expression, not like he was joking, Colossus suddenly felt a little panicked.
He quickly walked forward, looking at the spot Deadpool was pointing to.
At the same time, he began to calculate how he should compensate the building's Master.
Due to the conflict between Mutants and humans, the X-Men's public reputation has always been mixed, especially after Magneto recently caused a ruckus in New York with his Brotherhood over some issues.
Colossus didn't want to tarnish the X-Men's image at this critical juncture.
Gently picking up the large door, which was already bent into a U-shape, Colossus's eyes meticulously scanned the spot Deadpool had just been looking at, and he asked: "Where is it? I don't see it."
Deadpool spat twice on his hands, rubbed them together, then rubbed his calf: "How can you not see it? Look again?"
Hearing the sound behind him, Colossus became alert. He put down the door, and just as he was about to turn, he was hit hard between his legs.
Clang!!!
The sound of metal clashing echoed across the rooftop.
"S**t! F**k! D**n!"
Colossus scratched his groin, looking speechlessly at Deadpool, who was cursing, clutching his leg, and hopping backward on one foot.
That leg was like a broken chopstick, dangling limply, it must have been completely broken.
"Sigh, Wade, this is the seventeenth time you've done this this year. When will you ever learn?"
"Hiss~"
Crack!
Deadpool gritted his teeth, twisted his calf with force, the bones reset, and his healing factor took effect, the wound rapidly healing: "I just wanted to see if every part of you is this hard when you transform, and if you're always this hard."
"Unfortunately, yes."
"Oh my God, Piotr, then when you..."
Deadpool clapped his hands in shock, making crisp slapping sounds: "How does your girlfriend endure it?"
"I don't have a girlfriend."
"You haven't always not had one."
"But I really have never had one."
"Oh, then you're truly pathetic, fellow."
Colossus: (ー`´ー)
"Listen, you should find a girlfriend too. If you don't sort it out soon, you'll automatically be promoted to a Grand Magician."
Deadpool pondered, pinching his chin: "Hmm, how about you change your name to Magician then? I like that name, it sounds delicious."
Colossus:... He clutched his head, in pain: "Seriously, Wade, I still prefer you from a year ago. Back then, even though you swore a lot, at least you'd apologize after cursing someone out."
Deadpool stood straight, hands clasped in front of him, and bowed deeply: "I'm sorry, I'm very sorry, Mr. Magician, for touching on your sore spot."
"Are you done talking? If so, let's go."
Colossus decided to ignore Deadpool's rambling and get straight to the point.
"Go where?"
"Xaviers School for Gifted Youngsters."
"I'm sorry, I'm very sorry, Mr. Magician."
Deadpool bowed again: "Although I am indeed a genius and look very young, unfortunately, I'm over thirty and no longer that youthful, dashing young man. You should find someone else."
"Listen, Wade, you're too dangerous."
Colossus took a step forward, getting close to Deadpool, and said seriously: "You're like a child, a dangerous child, fully armed yet acting on a whim!"
"Oh! My God! Oh my God! Look at this steel-like luster, steel-like hardness, magnificent circumference."
A surge of masculine aura hit him, and Deadpool's body went limp, leaning against the railing, his hands trembling as he stroked Colossus's exaggerated biceps, his eyes glazed over: "Do you usually use it to sharpen knives?"
Colossus was clearly not yet fully accustomed to Deadpool's highly Leap of thought, and subconsciously replied: "Uh... occasionally."
"What about chopping vegetables?"