Kid Deadpool stood at the edge of the crowd, his crimson and black suit blending oddly with the formal attire around him. His mask was slightly askew, revealing a mischievous grin. Despite the ceremony's gravity, he couldn't help cracking jokes at the expense of the stiff proceedings.
"Who knew politics could be so...inaugurating?" he quipped, drawing a few chuckles from those nearby.
The Secret Service agents scanned the crowd, their eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses. A sudden movement caught Kid Deadpool's attention—a glint of metal, a shadow shifting unnaturally among the rows of onlookers.
"This is not in the brochure," he muttered under his breath, springing into action with a fluidity that belied his playful nature.
He vaulted over the barricades, drawing a few gasps from the onlookers. The assassin, a nondescript figure in a dark coat, was making his way toward the stage, his intentions clear as day.
"Time to play hero," Kid Deadpool murmured, his heart pounding with adrenaline.
The assassin swung a knife, its blade glinting dangerously, but Kid Deadpool was quicker, deflecting the attack with a swift kick. The crowd erupted into chaos, screams mingling with the distant blare of sirens.
"You're crashing the wrong party, pal," he taunted, maneuvering to disarm the attacker.
Kid Deadpool stood triumphant, dusting off his suit with a flourish. The crowd erupted into applause, recognizing the unexpected heroism of the young vigilante.
President Trump, back at the podium, raised a hand to acknowledge the savior in the crowd.
"Well, I didn't see that coming. Thank you, young man," he said, his tone both surprised and appreciative.
Kid Deadpool lingered at the back, watching the proceedings with a satisfied smirk. "Just another day at the office," he mused, turning to disappear back into the city, a silent guardian amid the hustle and bustle of the capital.
