The Prophecy

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As the swarm of Deadpools rushed at them, Cecily felt a surge of exhilaration. She fought them off with surprising grace, relishing every moment. This was what she had dreamed of ever since she had met Wade. After dispatching the last of her attackers, she turned to see Logan and Wade battling the ones inside the bus before leaping out the back window.

She burst into laughter as Wade landed face-first on the pavement. "Come on! Oh, I blew it! After all that, the only thing they're gonna remember is that god-awful dismount!" Wade groaned, brushing himself off. "And I'm pretty sure you hit me in the face on accident," he added, pointing at Cecily.

"It wasn't an accident," she replied with a small smile, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Their banter was interrupted by the sight of a baby Deadpool laughing at them. "What are you laughing at, you little fucker?" Wade shouted. Suddenly, the Deadpools they had just taken down began to rise again.

"Uh-oh," Wade said, backing up. "I guess these ones regenerate."

"Come on. We don't have time for this!" Wade urged, but before they could react, a voice called out from the distance.

"Deadpools! Stand down!" a man shouted as he rode in on a bike.

"This Deadpool's with me," he declared, causing Wade to groan, "Oh no."

"Holy shit," Ladypool exclaimed. "That's fuckin' Peter!"

"Peter!" Kidpool shouted, pointing at the newcomer. The Deadpools erupted in cheers as Peter removed his Deadpool mask.

"Wait, you... you guys know Peter?" Wade asked, incredulous.

"You kidding me? Every Deadpool has a Peter," Ladypool replied with a grin.

"Shit. Peter's a goddamn legend in every Deadpool's world," Cowboypool chimed in.

As the Deadpools swarmed around Peter, Cecily, Logan, and Wade seized the opportunity to slip past them, heading toward the subway station.

"Enjoy my Peter!" Wade called back, sprinting ahead of the horde of Deadpools.

They dashed into the subway station, the atmosphere tense. "Oh no, you're here. Well, you're too late. It's all over," Paradox sneered.

"Not yet it's not," Logan retorted, his tone unwavering.

"Whoa. No, no, no. We're very close," Wade said, glancing around frantically. "Quick, let's up the stakes."

"If she steals the time ripper's energy, she has the power to shred the fabric of all realities until there's nothing left but the void."

"How do we shut it down?" Logan demanded, eyes narrowed.

"I don't know," Paradox admitted, his frustration mounting.

In an instant, Logan grabbed Paradox, shoving him against the console, his claws glinting dangerously close to his face. "How about now?" Logan growled.

Cecily watched intently, but Wade quickly covered her eyes. "The mask is really intimidating, huh?" he quipped.

"Wade, get your hand off my face," Cecily said, shoving him away. "It's like Batman, except he can move his neck." Wade continued

"Okay, look, look, look," Paradox stammered, pressing a button. "The ripper is fed from a secure chamber below ground. It's powered by twin matter and antimatter feeds converging inside the device. Now, Cassandra Nova is redirecting the ripper's power to eliminate all timelines, starting with this one. Theoretically, you could stop her by short-circuiting the feeds in the chamber below. One of you would need to create a circuit between the two feeds, and then the released power would destroy the machine. But—"