At the same time, Jarvis issued another warning.
"Deadpool sirs and madams, please cease your improper behavior, or the attacks will not stop."
"Exactly! Exactly! Next time don't hold back!" Garfield-Spiderman shouted with excitement. "Well done, Mr. AI!"
"Mr. Parker, I am not an AI, but an intelligent life form," Jarvis corrected calmly, turning one of the Iron Man armors toward him. "You may call me Jarvis."
Then he raised his hand again, aiming at the advancing Deadpool Corps.
Through the fading smoke and dust, blurry silhouettes staggered to their feet. Some were missing limbs, some burned and charred, yet all of them limped or crawled forward undeterred.
"Please stop, or I will attack again," Jarvis warned.
The words meant nothing. More and more Deadpools stumbled into view, each mangled yet relentless.
"These guys just keep coming… they don't die, and they don't even act like they feel pain," Tony muttered in disbelief.
Deadpool, still locked in a tongue contest with Deadpool Dog, chimed in proudly. "To be fair, I hate pain. But for Peter? I'd suffer anything!"
"God, shut up. Every time you open your mouth, I lose my appetite for a week," Tony groaned.
Deadpool leaned closer to Tony, mumbling, "Hey, don't be like that, remember six years ago when I showed up at your—"
Tony cut him off. "Jarvis, stop waiting. Incapacitate them. Now."
"Yes, sir."
The Iron Man armors charged their repulsors, ready to fire.
But before they could unleash their blasts, the figures of the Deadpool Corps fully emerged from the haze. None of them were intact—burned skin, missing arms, broken legs. Yet two stood out at the front, held aloft like shields by the others.
One was a Baby Deadpool, giggling manically.
The other was a long-haired Deadpool without a mask, handsome and grinning despite a charred leg that wasn't healing.
"Hi!" Long-Haired Deadpool called cheerfully, waving at Jarvis. "Name's Deadpool, but everyone calls me Good Guy Deadpool. I'm just here to see Peter… oh, and I'm looking for my puppy. Have you seen her?"
The Baby Deadpool flipped everyone the middle finger.
"Giggle, guh!"
The kid holding him translated: "Don't tell me you'd actually attack a baby, Iron Man!"
Jarvis hesitated, glancing back at Tony.
Tony's mouth opened, then closed. He sighed, frustrated. "Seriously? They're using babies as hostages now?"
"Sir, I recommend restraint," Jarvis advised. "The baby can self-heal, but the long-haired one has no regenerative ability. A direct attack would be… problematic."
Tony rolled his eyes. "Great. First time I've seen people use themselves as human shields."
Grinding his teeth, he switched tactics. "Fine. Jarvis, no energy weapons. Take them down hand-to-hand!"
"Yes, sir."
Dozens of Iron Man suits surged forward with Tony at their head, colliding with the chaotic horde.
The battlefield became a storm of metal fists, blades, and manic laughter. Sparks and screams filled the air.
From the sidelines, the three Spider-Men clapped and cheered like it was a sports game.
Above, Malrick opened his bio-field and hovered quietly, recording the entire scene.
On the ground, TVA's B-15 muttered under her breath, grateful she hadn't signed Deadpool into their ranks yet. Sylvie, however, still looked far too amused for comfort.
The battle dragged on. Though the Iron Man suits held strong, the Deadpools regenerated endlessly. Their goal was never victory—it was Peter.
Tony suddenly realized something was wrong. He turned sharply. The three Peters who had been cheering him on seconds ago were gone, swallowed by the swarming Deadpools.
Screams of "Peter! My Peter!" echoed like a twisted chant.
The Spider-Men were trapped, their faces squashed and slobbered on by dozens of Deadpools. One particularly perverse Deadpool even tried sticking his finger in Holland-Spider's mouth.
"No, stop! Get it out of my face!" Holland-Spider cried desperately, twisting away.
"Peter!" Tony shouted, panic rising. For a moment, it felt like his own daughter was in danger. He launched upward, trying to break through, but Deadpools grabbed at him, dragging him down.
"Enough!" Tony roared, blasting several away with brute strength.
But just as he was about to break through, a Deadpool stepped into his path. This one wore a Ronin-style outfit, Baby Deadpool clutched in one hand, a sword pressed against the infant's neck in the other.
"Sorry, Stark-san," Ronin Deadpool said solemnly. "One more step and this baby loses his head."
Tony nearly exploded with rage. "You have GOT to be kidding me!"
But morality shackled him. His fists clenched in helpless fury.
Then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Malrick hovering above, calmly filming.
"Malrick!" Tony roared. "Stop filming and HELP!"
Malrick sighed, tucking away his recorder. "What do you mean filming? I'm giving you the perfect stage, Tony. And clearly, you're blowing it."
In a flash, Malrick appeared beside Tony. With a flick of his hand, he opened a glowing portal several kilometers away.
Before Ronin Deadpool could react, Malrick hurled both him and Baby Deadpool straight through. The portal snapped shut behind them.
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