Weapons drawn, everyone plunged into the battle. Gunfire and explosions erupted all around, and Wade, Logan, and Cecily fought through the chaos, inching their way toward Cassandra's lair. When they finally reached her, Cassandra stood, a wry smile on her face.

"You three escaping, I could tolerate. But coming back? Willingly? You are so silly," she sneered.

"I just need to get home," Wade said, glaring at her.

"Well that's not on the menu, I'm afraid." Cassandra replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "It's death or enslavement. A la carte, of course."

"Upsy-daisy" With a flick of her hand, she threw Wade and Cecily across the room. Cecily landed hard, crying out in pain as she hit the ground. Cassandra shook her head. "Finally, its nice to give someone else a chance to talk."

Logan took a steadying breath, determination in his eyes. "Not my strong suit." he growled, lunging toward her.

But Cassandra's power seized him mid-stride, forcing him to the floor and pinning him there, unmoving.

As Cassandra moved closer to Logan, Cecily summoned her telekinesis in a desperate attempt to stop her, but Cassandra flashed a menacing grin, tittering her teeth. "Don't worry; you'll get your moment too," she said, turning her attention back to Logan.

"You are an interesting one, aren't you?" she said, lowering herself to his level. "I feel like you get lost behind all this." She waved her hand dismissively, mimicking Wade's incessant chatter. "Deadpools are a dime a dozen here in The Void. But you? What's going on in here?" she continued, her voice sing-songy as she poked her finger into his head.

Logan yelled out in pain. "Interesting. Not what I expected back here. Behind the anger," Cassandra taunted, her eyes glinting with malicious curiosity. Cecily strained to reach Logan's mind too, hoping to interrupt Cassandra's probing, but found herself blocked, unable to penetrate the barrier Cassandra had created.

Cecily heard a thud and turned to see Wade, clutching a bag. They had successfully retrieved the helmet. With determination, Wade moved quickly and carefully, slipping the helmet onto Cassandra's head. He held her tightly to prevent her from removing it, despite her desperate attempts to escape his grip.

"Get it off!" Cassandra screamed, thrashing against him.

"You're gonna send us home, or I'm gonna twist your fucking head off," Wade threatened, his voice a mixture of bravado and urgency.

Cassandra began to laugh, a chilling sound that sent a shiver down Cecily's spine. "Why are you laughing?" Wade demanded, perplexed.

"I can't send you home unless you get this thing off my head," she said, her laughter growing. "And as soon as you do that, I'm going to boil your brains on an atomic level while flicking my bean to the Enya box set."

"There's an Enya box set?" Wade replied, bewildered.

"Either you kill me, or I kill you. Both wonderful options," Cassandra continued, patting Wade's arm dismissively.

"You want me to do it?" Wade asked, a hint of doubt creeping into his voice.

"No, I'll do it," Logan interjected, stepping forward. "I have her neck right here. It's really no problem." Wade said.

"You'll screw it up," Logan countered, shaking his head.

"Oh, come on, Mr. PG-13. Except the last one!" Wade exclaimed.

Gunshots rang out from the stairs, striking Cassandra. "What the fuck?" Wade exclaimed, eyes wide in shock.

"You have no idea what it's like. Day after day. Shoveling the shit. Fetching the meats. I have spent my entire exis-" Pyro began before Logan knocked him out with a single punch.

"Not everyone gets a speech," Logan stated flatly. He turned to Cassandra, his expression cold. "She's gonna die."

"Okay. Hey, hey. If I take this helmet off, do you promise you won't kill us?" Wade asked, desperation creeping into his voice.

"Fuck!" Logan exclaimed in frustration.

"I promise I will kill you first thing," Cassandra retorted, a wicked grin spreading across her face.

"Oh! Why are you like this?" Wade said, throwing his head back in exasperation.

"I wish I knew," Cassandra replied, her laughter echoing in the tense atmosphere.

"Take it off," Logan demanded.

"What?" Wade asked, confused.

"Take it off!" Logan repeated, his tone more insistent.

"Why?" Wade pressed, still reluctant.

"Just take it off!" Logan shot back.

"This is our only chance to fix our shit!" Wade protested.

"Take it off!" Logan yelled, his patience wearing thin.

"I am wearing this suit. And that means a lot of things, but most of all it means I'm an X-Man," Logan said, conviction in his voice. "And I know your brother. As much as I want to fucking kill you-and trust me, every bone in my body wants to fucking kill you-he would not let me stand here and watch you die!"

"Take your hands off," Logan commanded Wade, his gaze steely.

Wade glanced at Cecily, searching for guidance. She nodded, a silent affirmation.

"This is for him," Logan said, steeling himself as he removed the helmet. "This is for Charles."

Cassandra caught her breath, regaining her strength, and pointed her finger at Wade. He quickly backed away, shielding his head. "Hey, no, no, no! Don't you dare do me like Johnny!" he pleaded, his voice rising with panic.

"My brother loved you," Cassandra said, her tone surprisingly soft.

"He loved all of us," Logan replied, his gaze steady.

"Hm. Must be nice," she retorted, her bitterness palpable.

"He would've loved you, too. If he knew about you-if he knew where you were-he would've torn a hole in the fucking universe to bring you home," Logan said, his voice thick with conviction.

"This is my home," Cassandra replied.

"Well, then at least let us save his," Logan urged, desperation creeping into his words.

Cassandra glanced over at Cecily and Wade, weighing their presence before speaking again. "You want to hear something crazy? An amateur magician rolled through here a while back. I killed him, of course. Wore his skin around for four days," she said, making her way to an open space with a sinister smirk.

"Strange!" Wade whispered loudly, gasping theatrically. "Marvel sparkle circle."

"What is that?" Logan asked, brow furrowing in confusion.

"This is your way home," Cassandra replied, opening up a swirling portal.

"I do owe you for saving my life. But let's keep things interesting. I'd say you have about four seconds before you're Ailoth's food," Cassandra warned, a wicked gleam in her eye.

Wade laughed, adrenaline pumping through him. "Race ya!" he shouted, and the three of them bolted toward the portal, barely making it inside just as the darkness of the void loomed behind them.

The three landed abruptly on top of a car, the impact knocking the wind out of them. They groaned in unison, the rough landing sending jolts of pain through their bodies.

"That feels like a Kia," Wade muttered, pushing himself up.

They all struggled to their feet, still wincing from the landing. "It's a fucking Kia Carnival, isn't it?" Wade added, squinting at the vehicle.

"Holy shit. That's Deadpool!" one of the kids nearby exclaimed, eyes wide with excitement.

"And that's Wolverine!" another shouted, pointing.

"You're damn straight it is!" Wade replied, puffing up with pride. "Fox killed him, Disney brought him back. They're gonna make him do this till he's 90!"

"Let's go!" Logan said, glancing around.

"I'll clock you out!" Peter yelled as they took off running.

"Forever!" Wade called back.

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The trio sprinted through the city, making their way toward the subway station.

"No! Stop! Piss off! You're too late!" the man who had sent them to the Void shouted, blocking their path.

"You're fuckin' done," Logan shot back, fists clenched.

"Why was Thor crying?" Wade yelled.

"How dare you! No one comes back from The Void!" Paradox retorted, anger flashing in his eyes.

"Tell that to Cassandra Nova," Logan replied, glancing over his shoulder.

Suddenly, a noise echoed behind them, and they turned to see the very portal that had brought them back opening up.

"Paradox. We have a problem," Pyro said as he stepped out, only to have his neck twisted abruptly by Cassandra, who followed him through.

"Paradox! Well, you're dougier than you looked in Pyro's head. You tried to kill me!" Cassandra taunted, a sinister grin spreading across her face.

Paradox turned back to the trio, panic in his eyes. "I literally have no-" But his words were cut short as Cassandra plunged her hand into his head.

"Oh-ho-ho! Welcome to the skull fuck club, Paradox. You know she doesn't wash that hand," Wade quipped, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Cassandra continued rummaging through his mind, a playful look in her eyes. "Oh, what's this? A time ripper? Naughty boy."

"Oh no, we're on it! We're gonna head down and dismantle that thing now. We got ya, boo. You just keep playing those keys," Wade said, trying to keep the mood light despite the danger.

"I don't want to destroy it. I want to use it. Now shoo. Mummy and Daddy are having a conversation," Cassandra said with a snap of her fingers, sending the trio flying backward into a nearby shop.

Cecily groaned as she stood up, the ache in her back making her wince. The three of them climbed out of the shattered window of the shop, shaken but determined.

"Stop!" Wade exclaimed, holding his arms out like a traffic cop. "Let's give it a beat for the extras to clear. Go, go, go, go, go!" He shooed a bewildered woman away as he spoke.

"Oh my god," he breathed, eyes fixed on the portal ahead, where smoke billowed out, obscuring whatever was about to emerge. "Oh. My. God," Wade repeated, his excitement palpable.

"Fuck," Logan muttered, squinting into the haze.

Cecily leaned forward, hand over her mouth as she squinted, and then gasped. Out of the portal came Dogpool, bounding toward them.

"It's her!" Wade shouted, dropping to his knees and opening his arms wide. "Come on, girl!"

The dog sprinted toward him, tail wagging furiously, and leaped into his arms, showering him with slobbery kisses. "That's my girl! We don't have to be apart ever, ever again. Never, ever!" he exclaimed, overwhelmed with joy.

But before he could continue, another figure dashed through the portal. "Sorry!" Nicepool called out.

"Fuck!" Wade yelled, frustration bubbling to the surface. "What's Cafe Gratitude doing here?"

"Sorry about that," Nicepool replied, slightly out of breath.

"Tremble not, sweet Mary Puppins. I'll handle him," Wade whispered dramatically, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Come here, girl. Papa's here!"

"Hey, do not insult this animal's autonomy! She can decide who her papa is. What's it gonna be, girl, huh? Original recipe or Van Milder here?" Wade challenged, gesturing between himself and Nicepool.

"Ah, that's funny. I can gently tap the fourth wall too. The Proposal," Nicepool quipped, looking off to the side as if expecting an audience.

"The fuck was that? Bitch, you think that's what I do?" Wade shot back.

"Both of you shut up," Logan said, suddenly serious, sniffing the air.

"You smell something?" Wade asked.

"Yeah, you," Logan replied, shaking his head. "A lot of you."

A female version of Deadpool stepped out of the portal, followed by an endless stream of various Deadpools. "Told you there were a lot of Deadpools over there," Nicepool remarked, his tone laced with a hint of resignation.

"That's bad," Wade replied, watching the swarm with mounting anxiety.

"I take it they're not friendly?" Logan asked, eyeing the chaotic procession.

"Goodness, no. Sorry about this, guys. Mission over. Cause of death: one hundred kill-thirsty Deadpools. They're dumb, but they can fight. Not me, though. I'd love to jump in, but I have low bone density, and I have to keep my face safe," Nicepool explained.

"Hold please," Wade said, abruptly handing Dogpool to Logan.

"Oh god," Logan muttered, glancing over at Cecily, who laughed softly while petting the dog's head.

"Alright! Look, guys! Deadpool Prime here. Our fight isn't with you!" Wade began, raising his hands to emphasize peace.

"Hey! When I want your opinion, I'll take Wolverine's dick out of your mouth!" Kidpool yelled, causing the others to snicker.

"That's Kidpool. She's the dirtiest," Nicepool noted, shaking his head.

"Can we just be done?" Wade asked, exasperation creeping into his voice.

"Ooh, we're just getting started," Ladypool teased, a wicked grin spreading across her face.

"No, no, no, no, no. With the whole multiverse thing, it's not great. It's just been miss after miss after miss. Look, The Wizard of Oz did the multiverse first, and they did it best. The gays knew it, but we didn't listen. Let's just take the L and move on," Wade continued, his voice rising in urgency.

"I think it's been steadily great since Endgame," Nicepool chimed in.

"What are you talking about? The multiverse is over!" Ladypool shot back.

"Cassandra's gonna destroy the fuck out of every timeline," another Deadpool added, their tone dire.

"You all can't do shit about it!" another one piped up.

"Do you not get it? If we don't go down to the subway and stop her, we all die!" Wade shouted, desperation clear in his eyes.

"Say, the boss lady don't want no disturbances," Cowboypool drawled, cracking his knuckles.

"You wanna get down to the subway, you gotta go through us. Uzi time, baby!" another Deadpool exclaimed, brandishing an Uzi.

"Uzi time, baby!" Ladypool echoed, pulling out her guns dramatically.

"Look alive!" Wade yelled, and Logan and Cecily quickly ducked behind a nearby car, using it as cover while Wade positioned Nicepool in front of him like a shield.

Wade and Nicepool scrambled behind the car, and Wade unceremoniously tossed Nicepool down. "I think I'm hit," Nicepool gasped, wincing in pain.

"No shit. You did that on purpose," Logan retorted, eyeing him skeptically.

"I did no such thing!" Wade shot back, exasperated. "Listen to me, gorgeous. How long does it take for you to regenerate?"

"Regenerate?" Nicepool echoed, confusion knitting his brow.

Silence fell for a moment before Nicepool suddenly retched up blood.

"You really are God's perfect idiot, aren't you?" Logan quipped, shaking his head.

"I'm okay!" Nicepool insisted, though his voice was weak.

"How dare you! You insensitive son of a bitch! How was I supposed to know he doesn't regenerate? Even creepy peanut over there regenerates! I'm not a medicine woman!" Wade argued, gesturing emphatically.

Cecily threw her hands up in frustration at Wade's ridiculous nickname.

"Look! A donut cart! They're practically hospitals," Wade continued, trying to lighten the mood.

"They sell portable triage units," he added, an absurd seriousness in his tone.

"They don't," Logan said flatly.

"I'm gonna get you to safety," Wade declared, ignoring Logan.

"He's not," Logan said to the dog, whose ears perked up in concern.

"Deep breath," Wade said, picking up Nicepool, who reached out for Logan.

Cecily turned her head away, hearing gunfire erupting around them and waiting for it to subside. After a tense few moments, Logan held up the dog, and the firing stopped.

Cecily stepped behind Logan as they made their way toward the donut cart.

"God damn it!" Wade exclaimed, punching the headless body in front of him. "I don't think he's gonna make it. God, he loved his face. I can taste his final thoughts. He was so afraid. But he died a hero."

"He died from murder, you dumb fuck," Logan corrected, rolling his eyes.

"And all I have to remember him by are these two gold-plated .50 caliber Desert Eagle pistoleros. This is for him. Are you ready?" Wade asked, a manic glint in his eye.

"I get to kill a hundred yous? Fuck yeah, I'm ready," Logan replied, excitement creeping into his voice.

"This is like Christmas but better," Cecily said, a smile breaking through her anxiety.

"Hey, you don't want to see this, bub," Logan warned the dog, gently setting her down. "That's a good girl." Wade said

They stepped out from behind the donut cart and made their way to the middle of the street, pausing momentarily to assess the chaos around them. Logan reached into his suit and pulled out a mask, sliding it on with a determined look.

"Hooooly shit. You save the good stuff for special occasions?" Wade exclaimed, his eyes wide with surprise.

"Killing mostly," Logan replied, his tone flat.

Cecily stared at him for a moment, a grin threatening to break through. "God, she really fucking hated you," she said, struggling to suppress her laughter.

"What's the wind resistance on those blowjob handles?" Wade quipped, eyeing Logan's mask.

Logan just grunted in response, earning a laugh from Wade.

"I'm sorry. I'm just a catty bitch when I'm jealous. All right, let's do this. Maximum effort!" Wade declared.