INT. DEADPOOL'S SAFEHOUSE – LATER THAT NIGHT
The food wrappers are crumpled. Soda cans and boxes of half-eaten meals litter the table. The six of them sit or lounge in different corners of the room. A soft lull has settled — the kind of quiet that only shows up after chaos.
Jake stares at his phone, then sets it down. He turns to Deadpool, who's flipping through TV channels, bored out of his mind.
JAKE(serious now)"Alright, spill it. This... place. It's not mine. I've been here long enough to feel it in my bones. What happened? Who's alive? What year is it even?"
Deadpool glances over, setting the remote aside.
DEADPOOL(claps hands together)"Okay, class, listen up. Welcome to Earth-199999 — aka the MCU. Not your Earth, clearly, unless yours had purple gods with nut sacks for chins."
ARTHUR(quietly)"…Nut sack?"
DEADPOOL"Long story. Anyway… to answer your question: Thanos? Gone. Dusted. Snapped. Unsnapped. Then axed. Big purple bastard bit it years ago. Thanks to Iron Man. RIP."
Jake nods slowly, absorbing it.
JAKE"So... the snap happened here?"
DEADPOOL"Yup. Half the universe vanished for five years. Then came back. Whole lotta PTSD and counseling. Now there's a giant celestial half-buried in the ocean, global politics are a mess, aliens show up like it's Comic-Con, and, oh — the Avengers? Disbanded. Kinda."
JOHN(frowning)"That... is a hell of a mouthful."
DEADPOOL"Tell me about it. And I have to live with it. No more Cap, no more Iron Man, Thor's off-planet, and Spider-Kid's doing college exams or something."
JAKE"And what about mutants? The X-Men? You?"
DEADPOOL"Still complicated. The mutant thing's been hush-hush for a while... but let's just say, the door's open. And yours truly? Stuck in a holding pattern till I blow it off its hinges."
Jake exhales, leaning back.
JAKE"So... this is the big leagues. Not just the future. But another damn dimension."
DEADPOOL"With a better soundtrack and a higher body count."
DUTCH(quietly, to himself)"Another world... shaped by war and death... just like ours."
MICAH(grunting as he sips a soda)"Well, whoever rules this place clearly ain't doing a great job."
DEADPOOL"Oh, you'd love our mayor. Name's Fisk. Big bald bastard with the voice of a pissed-off bulldog in a tuxedo. Hates masks, hates vigilantes. Thinks he's king of New York."
ARTHUR(straight-faced)"Sounds like a real peach."
DEADPOOL"Trust me, if you think Micah is a handful, wait till you see Fisk's 'anti-vigilante task force' in action. These boys play dirty."
JAKE"So we're fugitives in the MCU. With a bounty. In cowboy hats."
DEADPOOL(grins)"Welcome to the weirdest crossover since Avengers: Endgame. Except with more leather dusters and fewer capes."
Jake chuckles grimly. John pats his shoulder.
JOHN"Well, partner. Looks like we ain't in 1899 anymore."
JAKE"Yeah. We're in the goddamn endgame now."
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INT. MAYORAL BRIEFING ROOM – NIGHT
A cold, sterile boardroom. Monitors display still images: Jake's group entering the alley. Police cruisers destroyed. Micah mid-gunfire. And then, Deadpool — flipping off the camera.
MAYOR FISK stands before it all, jaw tight, hands gripping the edge of the table.
FISK(to Task Force Commander)"Find them. Bring them in. I want that red freak... and every outlaw he brought with him."
COMMANDER"They're ghosts, sir. Vanished after the truck crash."
FISK"Then dig. Shake every street. Every sewer. I don't care if you have to blow holes in the Bronx — I want them out of my city."
He turns to another screen. A paused image of Arthur Morgan — staring right at the drone camera before slipping into shadow.
FISK(coldly)"No more games. I will not have my city ruled by costumed madness again."