Marvel : Deadpool Is My Best Friend

"Is... is the Earth about to be destroyed?"

Fear and despair hung heavy in the air, blanketing the entire city in a suffocating, invisible fog.

"How is this possible? It's only been a few minutes, and our superheroes have already fallen. Is this really the difference in power between us and those aliens?"

"That alien with the scythe—he must be the Grim Reaper! He has to be!"

"Our superheroes and even our most advanced technology are nothing in front of these monsters."

"Captain America was holding his own at first. He and that woman were fighting side by side. How did he end up nearly beaten to death the moment he lost focus?"

"This is horrifying. If these aliens conquer Manhattan, won't we be next?"

"God, please help us! Are we really this helpless against them?" someone cried, falling to their knees, hands clasped in prayer, eyes pleading toward the heavens.

When Captain America was left bleeding and unable to stand after a brutal assault by Proxima Midnight, the rest of the X-Men and members of the Illuminati had already fallen—cut down mercilessly by the scythes of Corvus Glaive and the telekinetic might of Ebony Maw.

The whole world watched the tragedy unfold live. The people of Manhattan were drowning in despair.

No one knew how humanity could possibly claw its way back from this. Captain America, the mutants, the Illuminati—they were all symbols of humanity's might, its elite defenders. Now they lay shattered, brought low by an alien invasion.

Even the high-tech weaponry Earth prided itself on amounted to little more than wet paper in the face of the Black Order's raw power.

Who could possibly save them now? Who was left to fight this war?

By now, Manhattan was unrecognizable—reduced to rubble. The once vibrant heart of the Big Apple had been devastated beyond repair, and even if some citizens managed to survive, their homes, lives, and futures were already in ashes.

At first, there had been panic. People ran. Fled. Desperately seeking shelter.

But as the minutes turned to hours and the grim disparity in power became undeniable, a cruel truth settled over them: there was nowhere left to run. No matter where they fled, death would catch up to them.

Their hearts numbed. They gave up on resistance, on escape. Now, they simply stood there, waiting for death to come.

The entire city fell silent, broken only by distant explosions and occasional screams—faint echoes of a world being torn apart.

It was then that the people truly grasped their insignificance, their helplessness. In the face of such overwhelming alien force, they were nothing but ants beneath a boot.

Ebony Maw could feel the despair seeping through the city. He basked in it.

To him, this was how Earthlings should have responded from the beginning—on their knees, broken, grateful for the mercy of extermination. Their earlier resistance had been pathetic. This was better. This was appropriate.

He floated calmly above the ruins, searching for one target—Alex Ray.

But then, he heard it: a ragged breath.

Ebony Maw turned and saw Captain America, struggling to his feet.

"I don't understand," Ebony Maw said, frowning. "Why won't you just lie down and die? Why stand again?"

Steve Rogers gasped, every word a struggle: "I… won't… let you… kill innocent people." His voice was faint, but resolute—unwavering.

Ebony Maw sneered. With a wave of his hand, he levitated upward, gazing down coldly at Steve. "You are fortunate to be offered salvation by the Great Titan. You may believe this is a tragedy, but you're wrong. This is mercy. Your sacrifice has restored balance to the universe. Smile, Rogers—even in death, you've become a child of Thanos."

Steve cursed under his breath. "What nonsense..." But then, as if remembering something, a faint, defiant smile crept onto his face.

Ebony Maw's expression darkened. With a twitch of his fingers, rubble from the surroundings floated into the air and coalesced into jagged stone spikes. They surged forward like spears, pinning Steve to a crumbling wall, chaining him in place.

Though bloodied and restrained, Steve's eyes burned with defiance. He looked Ebony Maw square in the face, unflinching, almost mocking.

"What are you smiling at?" Ebony Maw hissed, gliding toward him.

"You'll know," Steve said, breathing hard. "When you come face-to-face with Alex Ray."

Steve knew one thing for sure: everyone in Hell's Kitchen was still fighting tooth and nail. There was no talk of noble sacrifice. Only survival.

"Alex Ray?" Ebony Maw mused. "We've been searching for him too. Seems you know where he is. I suppose I can deliver the same speech to him before I kill him."

He hovered closer to Steve, face inches away.

Steve spat in his face.

The ever-composed Ebony Maw froze. For a moment, he said nothing. Then, he pulled back slowly, dabbing his cheek with a handkerchief.

He would kill this man.

But not quickly.

With a sharp motion, he summoned dozens of bricks, which shattered midair and reshaped into a swarm of sharpened needles. They hovered in place, forming a deadly cloud around Steve.

Then, with a flick of his wrist, the needles launched.

But Ebony Maw didn't even bother watching the finale. He had already turned away, floating in the direction of General Corvus Glaive.

That was when it hit him.

A shockwave of pressure blasted him from behind—too fast to react. A massive fist, heavy as stone, smashed into his skull.

The force of the blow sent Ebony Maw flying like a rag doll. He crashed through multiple buildings, shattering walls like paper, before slamming into the ground and lying still.

Corvus Glaive and Proxima Midnight didn't react. They just stared forward, unfazed.

"You people love talking about sacrifice, don't you?" came a voice.

They turned.

A man stood there, lowering the beaten but still breathing Steve Rogers to the ground.

Alex Ray.

"Who are you supposed to be?" Proxima Midnight taunted, voice like ice.

"Me?" Alex smiled. "I'm the one you've been looking for."

The moment Alex said his name, General Corvus Glaive's expression twisted with hatred. His fingers clenched the hilt of his scythe.

"Hand over the Cosmic Cube and the Scepter," Corvus growled. "You think you can stand against us alone?"

Alex snorted. "Alone? Is there something wrong with your eyes?"

"Do I look like I came alone?"

Just then, golden rings of light began swirling open behind him.

One by one, portals expanded, revealing figures stepping out. Dozens of them.

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