The dim glow of Cerebro's control panel illuminated the sprawling chamber as Deadpool spun in Charles Xavier's oversized chair. His red-and-black costume stood out in the sterile gray surroundings, the Cerebro helmet perched haphazardly on his head. He twirled around, humming an off-key melody before breaking into an enthusiastic, parody song.

"Deadpool-icious definition, make the villains go loco!
They want my mask so they can bask in mercenary mojo!
You see me blasting, slashing, smashing,
I'm a spicy chimichanga ration—woo!
T to the E to the E to the N,
Fanfic rated—oh, what a scene!"

As Deadpool launched into an improvised dance routine involving finger guns and exaggerated pelvic thrusts, the doors to Cerebro hissed open. Cyclops and Beast stepped in, both looking utterly bewildered. Cyclops rubbed his temples while Beast adjusted his glasses, clearly debating whether the sight before him was a bad dream or reality.

"Wade," Cyclops said, his voice dangerously calm. "What are you doing in Cerebro?"

"Scottie-boy!" Deadpool exclaimed, leaping out of the chair. "How nice of you to drop by. I'm just here having a little 'Me Time' with your giant brain machine. You know, seeing what's up in the ol' Marvel Multiverse. Don't worry, I'm just window shopping!"

Beast crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow. "Cerebro is not a toy, Deadpool. Its use is strictly limited to authorized personnel. And you, most assuredly, are not authorized."

Deadpool held up his hands defensively. "Relax, Blue's Clues. I'm just doing a little interdimensional sightseeing! You know, brushing up on Spider-Man and Psylocke's big wedding arc. Don't you wanna see if they make it to their 'happily ever after,' or if the Shadow King comes back like the ex-boyfriend who just doesn't take the hint?"

Cyclops sighed. "Deadpool, get out of Cerebro. Now."

"Oh, sure, sure," Deadpool said, slipping off the helmet with exaggerated care and handing it to Beast. "Wouldn't want to fry my brain or anything. Not that there's much left up there to scramble, am I right?"

Beast snatched the helmet, his frown deepening. "This is not a joke, Wade. Cerebro is a powerful and dangerous tool."

"I know, I know," Deadpool replied, patting Beast's arm condescendingly. "Big shiny machine, all kinds of spooky psychic stuff. You're the brains, I'm the chaotic comic relief. But don't worry—I've already figured out how to fix this whole fanfic mess and get everyone to their happy ending. No need for backup. I'll handle it solo. Just call me the deus ex Wade-china!"

Cyclops pinched the bridge of his nose. "I don't even want to know what you mean by that."

"Oh, come on, Slim," Deadpool teased. "You're not even a little curious how this all turns out? Spider-Man, Psylocke, and me playing Fairy Godpool behind the scenes? It's like a Hallmark movie, but with punching and tights!"

Beast leaned in, his tone sterner. "Deadpool, I don't care what machinations you think you're involved in. Leave Cerebro and this universe alone."

"Fine, fine," Deadpool said, backing toward the door with his hands up. "I'll go. But remember, if everything turns out perfectly, it's because of me. If it all goes sideways? That's on you guys. Wade out!"

As the door slid shut behind him, Deadpool's muffled voice echoed back into the chamber: "F to the A, N, F, I, C, rated T! Someone call Kevin Feige—I've got spin-off potential!"

Cyclops and Beast exchanged a long, exasperated look.

"I'll have to recalibrate Cerebro," Beast muttered, turning back to the machine. "Who knows what damage he might have caused."

Cyclops folded his arms. "At least he didn't try to teleport anyone into the sun this time."

"Small mercies," Beast sighed, shaking his head.

Author's Note: Hello everyone, not too much to say about this one, I just wanted to add at least a little Deadpool in this story. I actually do have a plan to use him more in the future so be on the lookout, this is just a bonus scene I wanted to put out. I hope you all look forward to returning to the usual when Volume 2 starts.