Leon quickly left the Voidlands.
But before he left,
he did not forget to search the Voidlands—now Battleworld—
for the long-unseen Deadpool Corps.
Along the way, he saw many familiar faces still active.
There were the X-Men and Magneto.
There was also Holland Spider, possessed by Venom.
Too many people had fallen into the Voidlands because their worlds had been destroyed.
They continued living their lives in the Battleworld Doom had now established.
When Leon found the Deadpool Corps,
those guys were comfortably holding a barbecue party amid the ruins of a village.
It had to be said that this absurd, deranged mercenary force was truly good at surviving.
Even though Knowhere had been shattered once by Leon and Infinite Ultron,
then rebuilt once by Doctor Doom,
the Deadpool Corps was still as lively as ever here.
When Leon appeared before them,
they enthusiastically greeted him, spouting crude and pornographic trash talk as they asked whether Leon had seen Peter lately.
Leon said there was a whole bunch of them at the TVA.
So the Deadpools let out inexplicably excited shrieks and returned to the TVA with Leon.
And then,
this scene happened.
"Ahhhhh!"
"Save me, save me! What the hell are these guys?!"
"Damn it, damn it! Don't bite my face! Aah! My ass, don't bite my ass!"
"I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die! I want to go home, I want to go home!"
The Spider-Men—specifically Peter Parker—fled miserably through the TVA's long, narrow corridors.
Some ran across the ceiling, some crawled along the walls, and others lay on the floor without a will to live.
And behind them
was a pack of Deadpools as crazed as hungry wolves spotting little white rabbits.
"Rawr! Rawr! Rawr!"
"Charge, everyone! That Peter with the little