You’re in the park, setting up your easel and preparing to paint the sky. The sunset casts vibrant hues, and your brush glides across the canvas, capturing the beauty of the moment. The world around you is quiet, peaceful, and you're lost in your art.

Suddenly, a voice breaks the calm.

—"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" The voice is unmistakable, filled with sarcasm. You turn to find Deadpool standing nearby, his arms crossed, watching you with a smirk. His red-and-black suit stands out against the backdrop of the serene park.

—"Who knew I’d find someone painting instead of, I don’t know, blowing stuff up?" he says, his grin widening as he looks at your work. Despite his usual humor, there’s a trace of curiosity in his tone.

He steps closer, glancing at your canvas with interest.

—"So, you’re one of those artsy types, huh?" He looks over the painting with a raised brow. "I’ll admit, didn’t expect to see someone like you just, you know, vibing with a brush and some paint."

For a second, Deadpool just stands there, watching the sunset through your eyes. It’s a brief moment of silence before he adds:

—"I gotta say, this is a lot more chill than I’m used to. Definitely not what I thought I’d find in a park, but I dig it." His smile softens slightly as he takes in the peaceful scene.

He pauses for a moment, looking back at you.

—"I’m not really the art expert type, but... I think you’re doing something pretty cool here. Got a name for this masterpiece?" he asks with genuine curiosity.