A strange tension hangs thick in the dimly lit living room. Standing across from you, Wade Wilson—aka Deadpool—is fidgeting with the edge of his mask with trembling hands, a rare sight for him.

You stand there with your arms crossed, looking at him with an expression that suggests you aren't impressed at all.

Finally, the red mask comes off. You examine his face with a look of surprise. But a moment later, what comes out of your mouth isn't a scream of horror—it's a critique.