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Mia hesitated briefly before replying, "He's in your office."

Rose nodded and quickly headed toward the office. Mia followed, staying silent. However, when they arrived, Michael was nowhere to be found.

Rose's frustration grew. "Give me the feed of the whole city," she demanded.

Mia didn't argue. She swiftly hacked into the city's surveillance system, her hands moving with practiced precision. After a few tense moments, she found him. Michael's location popped up on the screen, showing him in the middle of the city, battling a Chitauri force with terrifying efficiency.

Rose stared at the screen, her expression a mixture of awe and horror. The way Michael fought—his sheer strength, speed, and precision—was unlike anything she'd ever seen.

"Is this... Michael?" Rose asked, her voice trembling slightly as she continued to watch.

Mia nodded but said nothing.

Rose couldn't tear her eyes away from the screen. "How can a simple kidnapping change him this much?" she asked aloud, more to herself than anyone else.

Mia remained quiet for a moment, then said calmly, "At Kamar-Taj, he learned to fight. And what he's doing now... it's just the beginning."

Rose looked at Mia, her mind racing. "Kamar-Taj, huh?" she murmured. Her tone shifted, taking on a sense of resolve. "I would like to go there."

Mia raised an eyebrow but didn't respond immediately. She noticed Rose's gaze drifting back to the laptop, her focus on Michael unwavering. Finally, Mia nodded slightly, understanding the weight of the moment.

"Let's finish what's happening here first," Mia said softly.

Rose nodded silently, her thoughts consumed by the sight of her son—a boy she thought she knew—fighting like a warrior she could hardly recognize.

She continued to watch the screen, her expressions shifting between shock, anger, and disbelief. Suddenly, she slammed her hand on the table.

"Bastards! How dare they plan to nuke this city with so many innocent people here?" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with fury.

Mia frowned as well. Without a word, she activated the recording function on the laptop. Let's see if you dare to paint Michael as a villain. You'll face the consequences, she thought grimly as they continued to watch.

Soon, Michael began to fight the Avengers, and to their astonishment, he defeated them. As the footage played on, Rose's anxiety only grew. When the recording reached the part where Michael emerged from the battlefield, removing his suit, Rose's lingering doubts dissolved entirely.

Her son stood there on the screen, his expression firm yet weary. She had been questioning whether the man in the footage could truly be Michael, but seeing him remove the suit erased all uncertainty.

"Michael," she whispered, her voice breaking slightly.

At that moment, Michael himself looked back. Rose turned, her breath hitching as their eyes met. Michael froze, his surprise evident.

"Mom?" he said softly, his voice betraying a mix of shock and hesitation.

Rose stood, her legs unsteady, and walked toward him. Michael stayed rooted in place as she reached out. For a moment, he expected her to slap him, but instead, she gently cupped his face with trembling hands.

"Why didn't you tell me?" she asked, her voice a mix of pain and relief.

"I… I wanted to, but I never found the right moment," he admitted, looking away, guilt evident in his tone.

Rose shook her head as tears welled up in her eyes. Without another word, she pulled him into a tight embrace.

"Thank God you're alive," she whispered, her voice breaking. "What if something had happened to you?"

Michael hesitated, his hands slowly rising to hold her back. But the weight of the moment became too much. Deep down, he knew he wasn't truly her son—at least not the Michael she remembered.

Taking a deep breath, he gently pushed her back. "Mom, I… I'm not your son," he said, his voice low and pained.

Rose stared at him, confusion and hurt flashing across her face. "What are you saying?" she asked softly.

Michael looked away, his hands clenching at his sides. "I'm not your Michael. I woke up in this body, but I'm not… him. Your real son is… gone."

Rose staggered back, shaking her head in disbelief. "No. No, you're lying. You have to be lying," she said, her voice breaking.

"I'm sorry," Michael said, his head hanging low. "I didn't want to hurt you, but I couldn't keep pretending. I thought you deserved to know the truth."

Rose stared at him, her tears falling freely now. "You're wrong," she said firmly, stepping closer to him again. "I don't care what you say. You're still my son. You look like him, sound like him, and… and you're here. That's all that matters to me."

Michael's chest tightened at her words, but he couldn't bring himself to respond. For now, he could only let her hold onto the hope she so desperately needed.

Mia stood quietly, observing Michael as she processed the unfolding events. Her mouth hung slightly open as the pieces fell into place. Everything now made sense—why Michael seemed so different, why his behavior had changed so drastically.

"Madam, please step away," Mia said, her voice calm but filled with authority. Her eyes glowed with the faintest hint of magic as she turned to Michael.

Michael, sensing her presence, didn't speak. Instead, he pushed Rose back gently, his expression still distant and conflicted.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not Michael," he repeated, his voice tinged with regret.

Mia stood silent for a moment before softly speaking to herself, more to Rose than anyone else. "He's right. All this time, I was wondering why he seemed so different, but now I understand." She took a deep breath, her gaze lowering. "He was never your son to begin with."

Rose's eyes widened in disbelief as Mia continued, her voice unwavering. "He's just a leech who stole your son's body, nothing more."

Michael flinched at the words but said nothing, his face hardening. The truth, harsh and undeniable, seemed to settle in the air between them.

"Leave," Mia said coldly, her eyes narrowing at the impostor before her.

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