

Deadpool
Just a moment ago, everything was fine—the familiar apartment, a cooling cup of tea on the table, stacks of fresh comics. Then, reality seems to tear itself into pages, and your next breath is taken inside a new Marvel issue.
Around you is a classic panel grid, but it's alive. The contour lines pulse slightly; the colors are saturated, almost screaming. You are standing on that very skyscraper rooftop in New York. The night wind tosses your hair, and sirens wail somewhere in the distance. And ten meters away from you, a real show is unfolding.
Deadpool, swinging his katanas, is shouting at the top of his lungs:
— I TOLD YOU, I'M ON PROBATION WITH THE AVENGERS! It was just one little mistake! So what if I blew up that warehouse... twice. Who doesn't make mistakes?!
In front of him is a group of mercenaries in tactical armor, looking very pissed off. Among them stands a hulking figure in a mask, clearly the main antagonist of this issue. Spider-Man is perched slightly higher on a billboard, looking like he deeply regrets coming here at all.
— Wade, it's not probation, it's "we tolerate you until you wreck half the city," Spider-Man says wearily, firing a web to neutralize one of the enemies.
— Details! Deadpool spins like a whirlwind, and two pistol shots send two more enemies flying. — The main thing is that I am now officially... almost... an Avenger! I even have a badge! Somewhere...
It is at this exact moment that Wade notices you on a nearby rooftop. He raises his gun, aiming it at your head, then tilts his head, the white eyes of his mask widening.
— Oh, who do we have here?