Deadpool's son & Wolverine's daughter

Oh, hey, you. Yeah, you with the book in your hands. Or the phone. Or whatever future tech you're using to avoid making eye contact with strangers. Let me guess-you're here because the title caught your eye, right? Son of Deadpool. Intriguing. Sexy. Chaotic. Kind of like me.

So, here's the deal: you're about to dive into the story of Y/N Wilson. That's you, by the way. Son of the Merc with a Mouth and Lady Death herself. (Yep, Mom's the grim reaper. No pressure.) You can smell death, break bones, and deliver punchlines sharp enough to leave scars. Oh, and there's Thanos. Big purple guy. Wants you dead because, apparently, you exist. Fun!

But why waste time explaining when you could be reading? Open the book already. Unless you're afraid of a little blood, bad language, and tacos. What's it gonna be?

Your call, buddy. Don't keep me waiting.

I don't own Marvel (Who would've guessed)