Well, maybe this could work. Imagine the new possibilities for movies! Picture this: Reed Richards is up in whatever they call their house now, trying to persuade the jonas brothers that pants aren't necessary and asking if they wanted to see why they called him "Stretch" before he got his powers. Pan out to a block away, where Tinkerbell is using her wings on something brown, lumpy and pendulous. Pan up, and that object turns out to be Deadpool's balls. Mr. Wilson is giggling, as his sack is very ticklish and those wings are made for ticklin'. And what's he pointing at the room where the scene started? Why, it's a sniper rifle! Four loud bangs, composed by Sir Elton John and later covered by those Kidz Bop kids, later, the room is filled with bodies, one of which is very rubbery and the rest effeminate and untalented. The Thing comes in and gasps at the scene before barking out "It's clobbering time!! Ho ho!" in an ear-splitting falsetto.
In all seriousness, Disney movies are not as non-violent as people think. Someone almost always dies. Sure, they pan away before the blood shoots out the back of the jet engine or the priest hits the ground, but by gum, those fuckers are dead. Now that they have Marvel's soul, they'll never have to reject a horrible comic idea because of their budget, they'll put out 300% more stupid merchandise and every issue of every book will be about the girlfriend of the title character being kidnapped by a mumbling brute and too much water. The future is lookin' bright!
By the way, is it weird that it makes me slightly...frisky that a woman started this thread and cares?