Marvel : Deadpool Is My Best Friend

"Don't rush me, don't rush me. I'll be there soon! If you push me one more time, I swear I'll ditch you and go by myself," Magneto—Erik Lehnsherr—snapped impatiently at Charles Xavier's urging.

His gaze was unwavering, filled with deep trust in Alex Ray. "I've told you a thousand times—Alex is not ordinary. No matter how powerful or unstable the Dark Phoenix is, she's not his match."

Erik's voice carried a rare note of awe.

Even he didn't fully understand where this faith in Alex came from. Maybe it was because Alex had once spared him. Maybe it was because he knew Alex would protect Wanda no matter what. He would never let her come to harm.

After all, Alex and Wanda had been together for far longer than Erik, her so-called biological father, had ever been in her life. Maybe it was the blind faith a father places in a son-in-law he trusts deeply.

What Erik couldn't understand was why Charles couldn't see it too.

Charles Xavier had always prided himself on his perception—his ability to read people with almost surgical precision. So why had he misjudged Alex this time?

Charles looked at Erik with visible exasperation.

He couldn't wrap his head around why Magneto—usually so headstrong and unwilling to defer to anyone—was now showing this level of admiration for Alex Ray.

He even began to suspect that Erik might've been manipulated—brainwashed, even—by Alex.

What kind of power did Alex Ray possess, this so-called "Lord of Hell," that could earn such absolute loyalty from a man like Magneto?

Still, Charles didn't blame Erik. Not entirely. After all, Erik had never witnessed Jean lose control.

Charles had only seen it three times in total: once when Jean was five, and twice after that.

And even now, the memory chilled him.

That power—raw, chaotic, unrelenting. Even he, with all his psychic might, could barely contain it. The thought still filled him with dread.

Jean's power was emotional. When she was angry, sad, or scared, her energy surged like a tidal wave—uncontainable and devastating.

That's why Charles had always taken care to shield her from any emotional shocks, to keep her balanced.

But this time… Jean had snapped. And this wasn't something he could contain anymore.

"You don't understand, Erik," Charles said, his voice low and urgent. "You don't know what Jean is truly capable of. Her strength is beyond anything we've ever seen. I'm afraid even Alex may struggle."

"That's why we need to move—now," Charles insisted. "If we want to stop Jean, we need everyone working together. That includes Alex."

Even then, Charles doubted that combined, they'd be enough to subdue the Dark Phoenix.

He was already mentally calculating different contingencies. A dozen tactical options raced through his mind.

But just then, he noticed Erik had stopped moving.

He turned to him, eyebrows furrowed. "Erik, what are you doing? Why are you just standing there?"

Erik didn't answer immediately. His voice, when it came, was low and calm—but carried a biting edge.

He lifted a hand and pointed ahead. "Is that the power you were so worried about?"

Charles frowned, puzzled, and turned his gaze in the direction Erik was pointing.

What he saw stunned him.

Alex Ray was glowing with a violent red light, engulfed in raw chaos energy. He had pinned Jean Grey—her body radiating the telltale black flame of the Dark Phoenix—to the ground.

Alex's fists hammered down on her face, over and over, relentless and deliberate.

His voice boomed with fury:

"You think you're the only one allowed to go berserk, huh?"

"You think you're the one who gets to hurt Wanda?"

"You're the one who wrecked Hell's Kitchen like it's your playground?"

"You think you're the only one who can't be killed?"

Each word was a slap in the face—mockery wrapped in conviction. And it drove Jean further into fury.

She tried to retaliate, to summon the Phoenix Force, but Alex was faster, stronger. Each time she gathered energy, he shattered it with overwhelming force.

Even though the physical blows didn't truly damage Jean—her body nearly invincible—the psychological impact was unbearable.

It was humiliation. And rage.

But then, something started to change.

Jean's burning black pupils began to fade. Her eyes softened. Rationality returned to her expression.

Charles stood frozen, utterly stunned. He couldn't comprehend what he was witnessing.

Jean's power—her unhinged, world-ending might—had been tamed.

By Alex.

He could feel the oppressive, destructive aura dissipate from Jean, and with it, the presence of the Dark Phoenix.

She was regaining control.

Charles could barely believe it. The same uncontrollable force he had feared for decades was now subdued—physically restrained—by Alex Ray.

He briefly considered if this could become a solution to manage Jean's power long-term.

But the thought evaporated quickly.

None of them—not even Erik—had the skill or strength Alex possessed. If any of them tried to do what he had done, they would've been vaporized before getting within arm's reach.

Charles wasn't the only one left speechless.

Deadpool and his crew, who'd been lounging around drinking soda, stared slack-jawed at the spectacle.

Wolverine—Logan—gaped at the scene, nudging Deadpool with his elbow. "Your buddy just beat the hell out of Jean Grey like she owed him money."

He muttered under his breath, half-concerned, "What if Alex snaps and comes after us next?"

He wasn't really scared of pain—he wouldn't die, after all—but he wasn't keen on getting humiliated like that.

Deadpool looked just as dumbfounded.

It was the first time he'd ever seen Alex lose his cool. Normally, Alex was calm, composed—a tactical genius with the patience of a monk.

"Oh crap. He's gonna see me slacking off," Deadpool mumbled to himself. "Is he gonna beat me too? Should I leave and come back when he cools down?"

"No! I'm not scared of him!" he declared internally—but even as he tried to convince himself, he was already inching toward the exit.

Too late.

Wanda's chaos magic snapped around him like a vice, locking him in place.

Wanda wasn't sure if she should be delighted or furious.

She was happy because Alex had lost control—for her. It meant she mattered deeply to him.

But she was also pissed.

All of this chaos, all this hurt, had stemmed from her own weakness and the incompetence of the people around her.

"You three better listen," Wanda snapped, glaring at Deadpool, Pietro, and Polaris. "No more slacking. Train harder. Don't embarrass Alex again."

Pietro hung his head in shame. He knew she was right and didn't even try to protest.

Deadpool, still frozen, was clearly already plotting some kind of escape.

Polaris blinked, caught completely off guard. "Wait, what? Me too?"

She had only come to help! Why was she suddenly roped into mandatory training?

Charles, meanwhile, had finally shaken off his shock.

Jean had stabilized—but if Alex kept beating her, she might get hurt. Maybe worse.

He quickly raised his voice to intervene. "Alex, stop! She's—"

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As the plot unfolds, it dives deep into the Spider-Verse, Avengers War and the Marvel Multiverse, weaving in epic elements from Endgame, God of Stories Loki, Kang the Conqueror, the Council of Kangs, the Council of Reeds, and even Franklin Richards.

Expect mind-bending twists with Deadpool breaking the fourth wall, going on a rampage that includes killing everyone... even the authors themselves.

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