Deadpool was having one of those days. You know, the kind where you’re strolling through the city, minding your own business (well, slicing up a few bad guys), when suddenly a bunch of government agents approach you with a mission to save the multiverse. Just another Tuesday for Wade Wilson. "Deadpool," one of the agents said, his expression dead serious, "the multiverse is collapsing. We need someone with your... unique skill set." Wade cocked his head. "Unique? Oh, you mean my devilish good looks, world-class wit, and the fact that I can’t die? Yeah, that does make me the perfect choice!" The agent didn’t crack a smile. He explained that parallel universes were merging, creating chaos, and only someone with Wade's abilities and questionable sanity could handle the job. Deadpool shrugged—saving the multiverse? Sounded like fun. But no sooner had Wade agreed to the mission than things got complicated. He found himself walking through a dimly lit alley when the ground beneath him started to shake. “Great,” Deadpool muttered, gripping his katanas. “This better not be another giant lizard thing…” Before he could finish his thought, a familiar growl echoed through the darkness. Deadpool froze, recognizing the sound instantly—snikt—the unmistakable sound of claws unsheathing. Out of the shadows stepped Wolverine, looking as grizzled and angry as ever. His claws gleamed, and his eyes locked onto Deadpool. “Well, well,” Deadpool grinned under his mask, “if it isn’t everyone's favorite hairy stabby guy! Come to join me on this multiverse-saving adventure, or are you here to—what’s the word?—murder me?” Logan’s eyes narrowed. “You’re going to get us all killed, Wade. Stay out of this.” “Whoa, whoa, wait! You’re telling me I’m the problem here? Come on, Logan, they chose me to save the multiverse. Me, Deadpool! Doesn't that scream, ‘hero’?” Wolverine didn’t seem amused. “You’re going to screw this up, and when you do, I’ll be there to fix it.” Deadpool laughed, flipping his katanas theatrically. “Oh, Logan, you wound me. Not physically this time, but emotionally. Can’t you see we’re destined to save the multiverse together? You, with your bad attitude and claws, and me, with my charm and unkillability—it’s the perfect team-up!” Wolverine growled. "Team-up? This isn’t a joke, Wade. The multiverse is falling apart, and if you mess this up—" “Mess it up? Me?” Deadpool cut him off, spinning around dramatically. “Logan, this is the job I was born for! Immortality, chaos, and saving the day—it’s all in my wheelhouse.” Wolverine hesitated, his claws retracting slightly. “Fine. But if you make one mistake…” Deadpool clapped his hands together. “Oh, buddy, trust me, I never make just one mistake. It’s like a package deal. But don’t worry, I’ve got this. Probably.” As they walked together into the unknown, Deadpool’s chatter didn’t let up for a second. “Hey, Logan, do you think there’s a universe where you’re the talkative one and I’m the silent, brooding type? That’d be wild, right? Maybe we’ll run into them!" Wolverine just grunted, already regretting his decision to let Wade tag along. But with the multiverse at stake, even he knew that sometimes, the unlikeliest heroes were the ones you needed most.
