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Chapter 436: C436 Deadpool’s Killing Technique…

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After the exhilarating takedown of Wilson Fisk, the newly assembled team of Daredevil, Deadpool, Luke, and Jessica went their separate ways, each with their own thoughts and motivations. They may not have been a perfectly coordinated unit, but there was a certain bond forming among them, forged through a night of chaotic teamwork.

Well, maybe not all of them. Deadpool didn't seem to mesh well with the group, but time would tell whether that could be fixed or not.

Hours later, in a dimly lit cell within the Avengers Tower, Peter walked up and opened the door to Kingpin's cell, letting Deadpool step inside. The air was heavy with tension as Kingpin glared at them, his confidence clearly shaken after their earlier confrontation.

"Alright, you clowns got what you wanted," Kingpin growled in annoyance. "I demand to see my lawyer!"

Deadpool's laughter echoed in the small space as he brandished his dual swords. Kingpin's eyes widened in realization that this wasn't going to be a conventional interrogation.

With a sadistic grin, Deadpool leaned in close, his voice dripping with malicious amusement. "Oh, we're not going by the book today, big guy."

Kingpin's protests turned into stuttered words as he backed away, his back hitting the cold concrete wall of his cell. Deadpool advanced, his blades glinting in the dim light.

"Y-you can't do this!" Kingpin stammered, desperation seeping into his voice. "I have rights!"

Deadpool chuckled. "You know what's funny? So do I. The right to stab you if I feel like it."

As Deadpool raised his swords, Kingpin's eyes widened in terror. But just as the blades were about to pierce his flesh, Deadpool's grip on the weapons shifted. Instead of the sharp edges meeting their mark, Deadpool wrapped his arms around Kingpin in a tight hug, holding him close.

Kingpin's confusion was evident, but before he could react, Deadpool shushed him softly like a mother comforting a child. "It's okay, big guy. I've been waiting for this moment for so long. Let it all out."

Kingpin's fear transformed into a cautious hope as he began to babble apologies, his words a jumbled mess of regret and fear. Deadpool held him tightly, even going as far as to pat his back soothingly.

Peter, standing by the door, shook his head in disbelief, muttering under his breath. "This guy is seriously messed up."

As Kingpin continued to apologize, Deadpool's voice took on an eerily soothing tone. "There, there, buddy. Let it all out. You're safe now. This is a safe space."

Kingpin's eyes widened as he felt a sharp pain in his back, and his words were cut off with a gasp of agony. Looking down, he saw both of Deadpool's blades embedded in his flesh, the tips poking through his chest. His hope shattered, and his eyes locked onto Deadpool's with a mix of shock and betrayal.

Deadpool's maniacal grin widened as he leaned in, his voice a twisted mockery of comfort. "Oh, don't worry. It'll all be over soon. Just close your eyes and let the pain fade away."

As Kingpin's life force ebbed away, Deadpool finally released him, letting his body slump to the ground. The mercenary pulled his blades free, wincing at the shallow wounds he'd inflicted upon himself in his enthusiasm. However, his healing factor quickly kicked in, closing the wounds within moments.

Peter shook his head in disbelief as he approached Deadpool. "You really are something else, Wade."

Deadpool shrugged, wiping his blades clean. "Meh, it's more fun when they think you'll forgive them and let them go."

Kingpin's lifeless body lay in the cell, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. Despite the gruesome end he met, his demise was a twisted mixture of Deadpool's insanity and calculated ruthlessness.

"Besides, he deserved it," Deadpool muttered, as if justifying his actions to himself. "He almost took Vanessa from me."

Peter sighed, glancing at the lifeless figure on the ground. "Yeah, whatever…" he shrugged uncaringly as he waved his hand, vanishing Kingpin alongside any evidence of his death. "Let's go get some food. I haven't eaten all day."

Wade perked up as he followed Peter out of the cell. "Oh! I know a good place. They have these little tacos with a tiny sombrero on top…"

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Weeks had passed since Kingpins death. In Kamar-Taj, amidst the serene landscape and hidden away from the world's chaos, Peter stood with a watchful eye, observing his small family practicing the mystical arts alongside a crowd of other students.

Lily, his young daughter, was showing an uncanny affinity for magic, her tiny hands shaping reality with the guidance of the sling ring. Beside her, MJ smiled with pride as she encouraged their daughter's progress alongside her own.

But his focus wasn't solely on his family. Peter's gaze occasionally shifted to Doctor Strange, who always seemed to attend the same classes as his family. Peter couldn't help but feel that fate had a role to play in the convergence of their paths. Usually, he would force a convergence, but this time it was like fate was giving him a helping hand.

As he observed, the Ancient One approached him. The two of them shared a silent understanding, a camaraderie formed through their shared experiences and future knowledge.

Peter turned his attention to the Ancient One, his expression softening as he spoke. "Have you heard any news of Kaecilius and his followers?"

The Ancient One shook her head, her gaze distant. "No, they've been quiet since their little rebellion."

Peter's brow furrowed, a look of skepticism in his eyes. "Is that so? Of course, you wouldn't tell me either way, would you?"

The Ancient One's lips curved into a gentle smile as she regarded Peter. "No, I wouldn't."

Peter shook his head in exasperation. "Then I better prepare for whenever he rears his ugly head, shouldn't I?"

Turning away from his suicidal teacher, Peter eyed his family. "Lily! MJ! That's enough for today. It's time for your private lessons."

Instantly, all eyes turned to Lily and MJ, jealous looks clearly cemented on all of the students faces. After all, none of them will ever get the chance to learn from the direct disciple of the Ancient One. Let alone the Ancient One herself. It was truly shocking to learn that nepotism existed even in the magical side of the world.

"Wait!" Suddenly, a familiar voice called out. Stepping up beside MJ and Lily, Doctor Strange looked at Peter with imploring eyes. "Please teach me as well!" He begged, deeply bowing toward Peter.

Although Strange has learned a lot during his time in Kamar-Taj, most of it has been boring group classes and reading homework, which he's already finished weeks ago. And since his classes weren't getting any more interesting, he decided to take a chance and ask Peter to teach him.

In the beginning, Doctor Strange thought of Peter as just another teenager, but after spending some time in Kamar-Taj, he began to realize just how respected and skilled he supposedly was. Masters and students alike always seemed to have nothing but praise to say about him, which has slowly built up Peter's image in Strange's head.

Smirking over at the Ancient One, who did not look pleased, Peter nodded his head. "Sure, you can join us for today."

"Peter…" The Ancient One spoke in a warning tone.

Peter's smirk continued to grow. "Yes, teacher? Do you have a problem with me teaching one of the students?" He asks, loud enough for everyone to hear.

Sighing in annoyance, the Ancient One decided to hold her tongue for the time being. "No, just remember not to teach him anything beyond his level…"

"Of course…"

In a serene courtyard of Kamar-Taj, Lily, MJ, and Doctor Strange stood in a line in front of Peter. The open space held an air of anticipation, as if the very air hummed with untapped potential.

As they stood there, the warm breeze rustling through the foliage, Peter turned to MJ and Lily. "Alright, you two, go practice your Eldritch constructs. I want to see those golden energies transformed into precise shapes, like we practiced yesterday."

MJ nodded with a determined smile, leading Lily to a different corner of the courtyard where they began their practice. The golden energy danced between their fingertips, swiftly morphing and shifting into various forms under their guidance.

Doctor Strange watched the two with a mixture of awe and curiosity. It was unlike anything he'd ever witnessed, the sheer control over the mystical energy was astounding. He looked back at Peter, a newfound respect in his eyes. Peter's training methods seemed to be different from the other masters.

Peter caught Strange's attention and motioned for him to join him. "Alright, Stephen, now it's your turn."

Strange stepped closer, his gaze fixed on Peter. "What do you have in mind?"

Peter's eyes held a glint of mischief as he began to explain. "First things first, you need to learn how to manipulate Eldritch energy. After all, it's the basis of most of our Mystic arts."

Strange nodded, his determination evident. "Show me."

Peter extended his hand, summoning the same golden energy that MJ and Lily had been working with. He molded it into larger intricate patterns and shapes, the energy responding to his every thought.

"Now you try," Peter instructed.

Strange hesitated, then extended his hand, summoning the golden energy. However, his attempts were met with limited success, the energy wavering and faltering under his control.

Peter's expression was patient as he observed Strange's struggle. "You're overthinking it. You have to feel it, let it flow through you."

Strange closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and relaxing his stance. Slowly, the energy began to respond, forming delicate patterns in the air.

As Strange's control improved, Peter's smile widened. "Good. Now, let's take it up a notch."

With a flourish of his hand, Peter conjured an even more intricate configuration of golden energy, shaping it into complex geometric forms. Strange's eyes widened at the sight, the challenge evident.

"Now, do the same," Peter said.

Strange's brow furrowed in concentration as he attempted to replicate the pattern. The golden energy hesitated, but with a surge of determination, Strange managed to form a semblance of the shape.

He looked at Peter with a mixture of frustration and determination. "Why is this so much harder than their training?" He asked, gesturing toward a Lily and MJ.

Peter shrugged nonchalantly. "If you want to return to your slow-paced classes, be my guest."

A flash of determination ignited in Strange's eyes, his resolve unwavering. "No, I'll do it."

Peter's gaze softened as he recognized the spark of potential within Strange. "Good. You're capable of far more than you know. This isn't just about conjuring energy. It's about bending reality to your will."

Strange nodded, his focus returning to the golden energy between his fingertips. With renewed determination, he began to shape it, the complex pattern gradually taking form.

As the hours passed, Strange's control improved, the golden energy responding more readily to his commands. The intricate forms he created began to rival even Peter's displays.

Peter watched with satisfaction, knowing that he was unlocking a potential in Strange that had yet to be fully realized. He knew that Strange had the potential of a Sorcerer Supreme, so he refused to coddle him.

And as the day stretched on, with the sun casting long shadows across the courtyard, Peter called their first day of training to an end. "That's it for today. It's getting late and Lily has school tomorrow."

As the family was preparing to leave, Strange stepped up and bowed once again. "Can I join you tomorrow as well?"

Peter smirked, knowing that the Ancient One won't like this. "Sure, we'll see you tomorrow."

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