DC/Marvel: This Guy is Insane

On the return transport plane.

Alan lifted Bucky's metal arm, examining it closely. "They built this cybernetic prosthesis based on my gauntlet. It's commendable for its concept, but it lacks features. The core enchantment part is damaged." Alan patted Bucky's emotionless shoulder. "Bucky, out of my love for your old lover, I'll definitely upgrade your arm."

However, Bucky was in a state of conscious lockdown, unable to communicate normally. The other five Winter Soldiers were equally expressionless. They currently obeyed only Natasha's commands. Psylocke remained vigilant throughout, fearing the Winter Soldiers might go berserk. In the confined space of the plane, she might not be able to fully utilize her powers. A slight misstep could tear open the fuselage, sending them plummeting thousands of feet to their deaths.

The plane returned safely, crossing Soviet airspace. Had it not been for the assistance of Hydra agents, they might have been shot down by a missile.

In a Hydra base.

Over several days, intelligence reports piled up on Alan's desk. In his free time, Alan began improving the bionic arm, turning it into a truly groundbreaking creation. Simultaneously, all their equipment received a complete overhaul, a testament to Alan's craftsmanship.

A single strand of hair floated down, touching the cold, gleaming edge of a blade, and instantly snapped in two. "Only a blade that can cut through hair is worthy of the Captain Hydra's rank."

Natasha and Psylocke watched, wide-eyed, as Alan tucked a butcher's knife into his waistband. From the beginning, when Alan had said he was going to forge equipment, they had speculated what kind of weapon he would create for himself. But they could never have guessed the thoughts in his head. A butcher's knife.

"Isn't it cool?" Alan posed, performing a swift draw of the knife. "As a swordsman, my blade is always by my side."

Swordsman…? You're a butcher!

"To face this great crisis, I specifically forged the Dragon Slaying Blade from the Legend of Mir game. Don't let its appearance fool you. It looks like a butcher's knife, but a dragon would bleed from its main artery if it were struck by this blade." As Alan finished speaking, he let go of the knife. It plunged straight into the concrete floor as if cutting through tofu, burying itself up to the hilt.

Shing…

As he pulled the knife out, a lingering hum echoed, like a blade singing. Alan held the knife in one hand and rested the other on his forehead, looking like a lonely swordsman. "I've been searching," he lamented dramatically, "where is my greasy senior sister?"

"Tonight, a million troops will raid Sabac. If you're my brother, come and kill me."

Is he advertising here? He's truly insane.

"What great crisis?" Natasha asked, frowning. Those five words were key; the rest was useless nonsense.

"The Phoenix is coming." Alan gazed through the ceiling's glass at the starry sky, like a prophet foretelling an event.

"What Phoenix?" Psylocke was confused. The phoenix was supposed to be a mythical creature. Could it really exist?

Alan pushed his non-existent monocle up his right eye. "Fate is already set. The truth is written by beings beyond the rules, and we are merely puppets strung along the storyline."

"Who is beyond the rules?" Natasha pressed.

"The stupid author."

At the Brotherhood of Mutants' headquarters.

Magneto, now middle-aged, had solidified his life's goal: to establish a society ruled by mutants. To this end, he had gathered numerous unemployed mutants to form the Brotherhood and strive for their common cause.

To be frank, the quality of the Brotherhood members was abysmal. At a glance, they looked like a disorganized rabble, barely tolerable. The problem was that the charismatic Magneto, a man of grand visions, was financially poor and couldn't afford to recruit elites. He could only rely on sheer numbers. If it weren't for his deep friendship with Charles, Magneto's faction would have fallen apart many times over. Moreover, Magneto alone carried the entire burden.

"Leader, I've got some intelligence." A mutant proficient in psychic surveillance stepped forward and reported, "The government has discovered a mutant whose power can nullify superpowers. They are developing a serum called the 'Restoration Serum' to eradicate mutants."

Upon hearing this, Magneto's expression darkened. The Restoration Serum was clearly designed to target the Brotherhood of Mutants. While more powerful mutants could fight it off, the Brotherhood members, especially those out in the world, were vulnerable to "American justice."

"Gather everyone immediately! We must stop this from happening!" Magneto was extreme in his methods. When he couldn't solve a problem, he solved the person causing the problem. In a flash, many mutants began spreading the word, preparing for a night raid on the research institute. Magneto sat on his leader's throne, contemplating whether to inform Charles. This matter concerned the fate of all mutants, and they should face it together, not stand by idly. However, he also wanted to permanently eliminate the mutant with nullification abilities, which would surely draw Charles's disapproval.

"Gandalf."

Wade swaggered in. "Have you seen a lunatic? He recently sided with Apocalypse."

"Apocalypse?" Magneto looked confused. He didn't know any Apocalypse, nor did he associate with lunatics. Besides, Deadpool himself was crazy enough. Every time Wade called him Gandalf, it infuriated him. Once, when he asked why, Wade had said that in his old age, Magneto would portray the grey wizard in The Lord of the Rings movies. Deadpool, being able to break the fourth wall, naturally enjoyed giving people strange nicknames.

"Some thousands-of-years-old mutant zombie. That's not important. I'm looking for a mentally ill Asian youth, around twenty years old, wearing blue and white stripes. He's quite handsome, actually, looks exactly like me. Sometimes I wonder if he's my son," Wade described.

"You're Caucasian. How could you have an Asian son?" Magneto's expression darkened. Realizing he was being sidetracked by a lunatic, he said directly, "Go look somewhere else."

Wade pulled up a chair and sat down, leaning back with his hands behind his head. "Gandalf, I'll do this for you. How about you have your subordinates help me find him?"

"No problem." Magneto pondered for a long time before agreeing. Attacking the institute would surely meet strong-armed resistance. Having Deadpool's assistance was perfect.

"It's a deal," Wade said, standing up. "Who do you want me to kill?"

"…" Magneto raised a hand, signaling him to sit down. "We have an important task at hand that must not attract government attention."

Meanwhile.

On an island in a lake outside the city.

This military research institute, without any overpass connecting to it, could only be accessed by boat or air.

At this moment, S.H.I.E.L.D. agents in helicopters landed one by one, immediately taking control of the island. Since the Restoration Serum research equipment was too large, they had to wait for a specialized transport ship. Their mission was to protect the equipment. As for the test subjects, they had already been secretly moved when the Brotherhood of Mutants' planned night raid intelligence was received.

(End of Chapter)

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